Part Seven

"Watson?" James echoed as he read over my shoulder. "Like the guy in Sherlock Holmes?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of that entire letter, that's what caught your eye?" I shook my head, and he grinned doofishly. Leave it to my brother to make a creepy and wierd situation feel comfortable. I slid my mother's ring onto my right hand, and James did the same with Dad's. I decided not to think about the freaky coincidence of the passports and turned to James. "Ready to fly to a foriegn country?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"One more thing to check off the bucket list, hey?" He offered me his hand, and I took it. We were maybe half an hour out of the nearest town. If we could get there, we could hotwire a car and get to the nearest airport before tomorrow ended. I broke out into a run, letting go of my brother's hand and racing ahead of him. Over the years of being a fugitive from the Social Services, I had picked up the talent. I even raced a few irked alleycats once.
I highly advise against it.
I could hear James huffing and puffing behind me- it was a fact I was a better runner than him, and we'd been running off and on all day. That didn't slow me down, though. He could man up and deal with it- I wanted to find this Watson dude and find out what was so important.

Part SIx

We ran and ran, trying to get far away from that thing, but we had no idea what we were doing. We had been looking so long that we had forgotten what else to do. The sun was beginning to rise and we couldn't see any demon child so we decided to sit. I took the letter that we had received so long ago and decided that now was a fine time to open it. The aging envelope was thick with a few bumps, creasing with the steady position that it had held in my pocket.
Do not open until you are ready.
is what the envelope read on the outside. I opened the envelope and a couple of one hundred dollar bills flew out. James went running after them and had recovered both before they had time to get too far away. He came down to sit next to me and I gave him all of the money to hold. The next thing that was in there were two rings. They had both previously belonged to our parents. They were not their wedding rings ,but they still wore the rings constantly. Our mother's ring was a silver band with an inner band of inlaid rubies. On top there was a round, red, opaque stone. Our father's was almost the same but with a gold band rather than silver. I left them both in the envelope and took the two passports.
You have opened this envelope because you now believe you are ready. They were both pictures of James and I currently, with the current year as the year we received our passports, with different names. How is this so current? According to the passports, I was Sarah Jane Smith and James was John Charles Smith. I then pulled out the last remaining thing in the envelope. The letter.
Dear James and Scarlett,
You have opened this letter because you believe you are ready. We know that we will not live much longer so we would like to say goodbye one last time. Please know that everything we have done has been in the best interest of you two. Now we must conduct business. Wear the rings with pride as we wore them. By now you have seen the passports and Angelica. There are some things in this world that you do not yet know. Things that you will come to understand. First I need you to book the soonest flight to London. That is what the money is for. There you will find Dr. Joseph Watson. He will explain everything. The clocks are ticking.
With love,
Mom and Dad

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Part Five

I raised an eyebrow, confused. Both of us had stopped to stare curiously at this...this thing before us.
"Then what are you?" I asked, albeit tentatively.
She giggled, holding a delicate white hand to her mouth. "What fun is a mystery when you already know the answer?" She pointed out, winking at us. I almost shuddered. Something about the way she talked made me think this was not funny in the slightest. "Now be good little children and hand over the box."
"Why should I?" I shot back, regaining my defense. "If you aren't my sister, I owe you nothing!"
Angelica's eyes grew dark, like the sky before a storm. With the same lightening speed she had displayed back in the hut, she was up in my face. Well, more of my neck. Despite her terror, I felt comfort in her vertically challenged condition.
"You owe me your life, Scarlett!" She hissed, her pupils dilating with every word. "You have no idea the things I do for you!" She backed away, and started into her maniacal giggling again. "Of course, who would have told you?"
James backed away slightly, and held out his hand for me to take. "We need to get out of here," he murmured as Angelica curled over in her fit of hysterics. I merely nodded, and snatched his hand in mine. Once again we were on the run.
"No! Get back here! I did not tell you to leave!" Angelica's screams of fury hurt my ears, but we kept running, stumbling only once on a particularly large rock. I could hear her bare feet slapping against the leaf-coated earth as well, slowly gaining on us. As we passed a rotting piece of fence, I heard her gasp as if the air had been punched out of her, like she had run into a wall. I stopped, and turned to see her stuck behind the rotting fencepost.
"Come back and give me what I require!" She screeched. Her voice was starting to fade, almost as if she were the end of a bad horror movie. "You owe me your lives! My life flows in your veins, Scarlett! And yours too, James! Come back and give me what I require!" Her voice began to crack and rasp, like an old lady, and I watched with slight fascination as her features began to decay, as if she were aging too fast.
"We need to get away, Scarlett. No time for freak-watching!" James chastised me, tugging on my arm. I ripped my gaze from the wasting-away Angelica, and turned to run again.
If I hadn't known better, I would have said that was the end of our troubles. Of course, living as I did, I knew things only got worse before the journey was over.

Part 4

Not exactly knowing what to do next, I felt as though I looked defeated. Hopeless. Angelica took great pleasure in this. I could see it in her eyes. The way they gleamed as she looked at the box I was slowly letting go of. But my friends always did say that I was an excellent actress. Just as I was about to give her the box, I held it to my chest with all of the force I could exsert, turned around, and broke into a run. James seem confused by this at first, but be soon caught on. I think. We were both running through the forrest, avoiding the ever present twigs and branches. I looked back to see that my sister, even though she was dead, was catching up to us. I knew what she wanted was in my hands. I tried to remember her. She had run away from the orphanage. Wait, no she died of Lupus. I remember her getting buried, right? God, I couldn't even remember my own sister. I stopped at a tree to catch my breath. From the look on James's face, I could tell he couldn't remember Angelica either. The memories with her seemed familiar, but at the same time, they seemed fake. Like watching a movie of someone else's life.
"Come on! We have to keep running!" James said while panting. Then the dots fit together.
"Who are you?"I asked Angelica slowly backing from the tree. James putting together the dots aswel, also backed away.
"Why it's me, dear sister,"Angelica said coming towards us.
"No your not. We don't even know who you are,"James said with disgust to the young creature.
"Good heavens! It took you two long enough."

Part 3

"What? Not used to seeing the assumed-dead yet?" The girl asked, her voice dripping with sarcastic apology.
"You're dead," I managed to stutter. "You died before Mom and Dad even did!"
"Wrong!" She snarled.
"You did die, I'm positive," James said, somwhat unsure. "We attended your funeral. Your body was in the coffin, Angelica." I shuddered at her name. I never had liked my bratty little sister, but seeing this...thing of her was even worse. It made me clutch the ancient shoebox even harder, until the cardboard started to cave in ymy hands.
"What's in the box?" Angelica asked, her blue eyes sparkling with raging curiousity. When neither of us answered, they grew darker. "Give me the box!"
I shook my head, in too much shock to even speak. The sister-thing stood from her rickity old rocking chair, and walked up to me, looking up into my eyes. She was a good four inches shorter than me. At least that much was normal- She was three years younger than me.
"Give. Me. The box." Her voice was quiet, like a whispy cloud. In a way, it held a strange beauty to it.
"Just give it to her," James urged from a few feet away. I bit my lip, worried. Should I give her what I had spent five years of my life protecting? Or was it worth dying for?

A/N- I wrote enough to give you a lead for part four. Your turn Libbie!

Updates and Apologies

So if you can't tell by the name of this post, this post is mostly about updates and apologies. This post will come to you in 4 parts.

Part 1:Updates
So, after some intense detective work (meaning about .01 seconds on google), we found out that there are about a bazillion blogs called Stories and Stuff sooo . . . we's gonna gets an new blog name! If you have any suggestions, please let us know in the comments.
Since I am one of the most self-centered person on the webbies (Libbie slang for Internet), I have notices that we have more people reading us in Russia than anywhere else. I think I'm going to name my favs Russian, Ruffled.
We realize that we haven't posted any bits for the story lately, that will soon be fixed by Jessica . . .
Yes, yes I do realize that it is 12:00 at night.

Part 2:Apologies
I am so very sorry for the unplanned hiatus, I swear we are not dead. Unless Jessica is a zombie. That would explain so much . . .
If you couldn't tell, I am an extremely sarcastic person and I say some sketchy stuff, but it is not meant to be offending to anyone.
I realize your jealousy, and am sorry that you can never reach the awesomeness of me. You know what they say, not my fault . . .

Part 3:Rules
So Jessica, I hope you are reading this because there are new rules being instated!
Rule 1)We, as a team, have to post at least 4 posts a week from Monday-Sunday.
Rule 2)Out of the (at least) 4 posts a week, 2 of them (one from me, one from you) must be towards the story.
Rule 3)If any rules are broken, you must have a punishment decided by someone.
The reason that I am posting this on the blog and not just sending this straight to you (Jessica) is so everyone knows what the new expectations are.

Part 4:Stuff
Sorry that this was kinda ramble-y and boring I promise that there will be a more interesting next time.
Jessica, the rules are enforced as of NOW.