When The Clock Strikes Twelve - Chapter 9

by DarkAlias (Jack D) in the dark side of the moon, rockin out with Pink Floyd

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Chapter 9

    I raced through the manor’s corridors, hoping that I wasn’t lost, searching for Edward. “I have to tell him about Fern before he pays that ransom!” I screamed inside my head. I checked my watch. 11:50pm. “Hurry!”  At last I crashed into Dad while I was hurrying down a corridor on the first floor.

    “Wow, slow down!” said Dad. “I was just coming to look for you!”

    “Where’s Edward?” I panted. “I have to tell him something!”

    Dad’s face fell. “Um, you can’t talk to him right now. Maybe later.”

    “Why, where is he?” I asked quizzically. “I really need to talk to him!”

    “He’s gone to pay a ransom note that was left for him,” explained Dad. “It says that if he pays the money then they’ll give Viola back.”

    “NO!” I yelled. “He can’t pay that ransom! I know who took Viola!” With that I pushed Dad out of the way and darted down the hallway in the direction of the entrance hall where he was to pay the ransom. I heard Dad shouting at me to stop but I kept going.

    I burst into the entrance hall a moment later and saw Edward in the centre of the room, a huge stack of money in his hand. “STOP!!!” I screamed so loud that I felt the room shake. “YOY CAN’T PAY THE RANSOM!”

    He turned and looked at me with confusion. “Why?” he cried. “I have to get Viola back!” I saw the pain in his eyes, the longing to have his wife back in his arms.

    “I know who took her!” I yelled. “It was Fern! I’ll explain later but we have to stop her!” Suddenly there was a cackle from the far side of the room. There was Fern, lurking in the shadows. She stood out into the light of the chandelier.

    “How did you get out of that cell, you little brat?!?” she shrieked. “Actually it doesn’t matter now because my plan has already worked! Edward, hand me that money and I’ll give you my wretched sister back.”

    Edward stood still, totally stunned. “N-No!” he cried. “You won’t get away with this! Inspector Jenkins! Inspector Jenkins! Come here!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled desperately.

    “I don’t think so!” shrieked Fern. She dashed forward, snatched the money right out of Edward’s hands and burst through the front doors into the cool night air.