Chapter One - I Make Some More Impossible Promises
Artemis
I felt the cold hand move towards my shoulder before it was even halfway there. Whipping around, my fist connected with the pale fingers, and the hand's owner gasped in pain.
"Well, you didn't have to hit me that hard!" Kreation scoffed, cradling her reddend (sp?) hand in the other, and glaring at me angrily and sadly. I understood the anger. The unfortunate part was why the sadness was there.
"I'm sorry, Art," Kreation sighed, her face a picture of perfect mourning. And I knew she ment it. Kreation, Brandon and I might have been the only people who truly felt despair at the death of Rose Cahill.
We were then standing around the grave, freshly dug earth under my black ballet flats and probably ruining them. But I didn't care. all I cared about was the fact that my mother was dead, and now there were creeps pretending to mourn her death.
I'm Artemis Cahill, and right now I'm goign to explain the sotry of how me, Kreation Cahill and my little brother Brandon had taken part in the hunt for the 39 Clues. It seems impossible, I know, but it's the truth. How else would we try to gain active Madrigal status?
People have tried to blot out our existence since we were born, but now we want people to know that we did help at take part in the hunt. That we tried. That we aren't just a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
(Yes, Kreation, people have said that. Remember that stupid ... oh, never mind. Let's just continue.)
So there we were, standing around my mother's gravesite. Brandon was over by a small pile of flowers, and by small, I mean that there was three boquets: a small collection of Lilys form our backyard from me, three or four roses Kreation was able to sneak from her mother's garden, and a group of Dandelions and white flowers from Brandon that our neighboor claimed to be weeds. But they looked pretty, and I knew that mum had always loved those little white blossoms.
(No, Brandon, I'm not being too sentimental. I'm just stating a fact.)
I picked at the hem of my dress, which had been an heirloom from my mum from when she was my age. Well, she had been fourteen and I was thirteen, but it was close enough.
Kreation frowned at this action and slapped my hand away from the soft material.
"Artemis Corrine Cahill, you are not going to drown youself in sorrow and anguish. I forbid it." She snapped, but at the end I could hear her voice weaken for just a moment. I knew she was sad about Rose's death as well; Rose had always treated Kreation with the respect so many others had denied her.
"Kreation, if you think I'm going to just act as if nothing's happened, then you truly are insane." I replied scathingly, knowing that she would understand. After my father's awful death five years ago, I hadn't ever been much the same or sane. Constantly on the verge of tears and totally paranoid for, oh, six or svene months, was it? I refused openly to talk to anyone about how he'd died. I wouldn't tell the police in Russia. i refised to tell the police in Canada. I wouldn't tell anyone anything. Never. Rose Cahill had been the only one to know about Jack Cahill's final moments. An now she was dead.
I reflected bitterly on the old quote. Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.
Depressingly, that was pretty much my entire situation, summed up in eleven words. Although, as if one terrible secret hadn't been enough, I'd been burdneed with five hundred years worth of secrets involving shemes, lies, aliases, traitors, theives ... I tried so hard not to think of murderers as I watched Rose Cahill's casket be lowered into the ground.
"You must know that we all feel grief over this terrible loss," came a voice from behind me. "Rose was such a bright young woman. To die so young, well, it simply shows us that fate can be cruel ..." I turned to come face-to-face with a tall man in a crisp black suit, bright ornage tie and matching bowler hat. I couldn't place his name, but I didn't have to.
"Alistair Oh," he announced, tipping his bowler to me in an old-fashioned gesture. "I was a, ah, friend of Rose's."
I narrowed my eyes to tight slits, straining in an effort to keep from screaming oh, of course fate is cruel! What kind of a Cahill would you be if you didn't cover murders up with stupid and awful lies!?
"And you are ..." Alistair Oh nodded to Kreation and I. Kreation shrugged.
"I suppose I'm a friend of Rose's, as well. What's it to you?" she asked brazenly, glaring daggers at Mr. Oh. He cast her a reproachful glance, and turned to face me once more.
"Artemis Cahill," I answered, channleing Kreation's fury into my words. Channeling only some of the blazing fire of defiance and anger I felt. "Rose Cahill's daughter."
Alistair seemed confused and taken aback, but that didn't last long. He smiled down at me with a sly look in his eyes that made me think that he was anythign but mournful or happy right now.
"That's tragic, my dear," he supplied, giving me an boviously faked look of pity. "I do see the resemblance between you two."
Yeah, and I see the resemblance between you and that pile of dirt, I thought angrily.
He walked off, and I hoped that I wouldn't have to meet any more of these stupid Cahills. Bad enough Alistair was here, a known Ekat. My mother had been investigating Ekaterina clues when she died. He was probably just here to do a follow up that the mission went well.
The mission that I would make sure sent them all to the darkest pits of the underworld.
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter One - I Make Some More Impossible Promises (Part Two)
Artemis
The rest of the funeral passed by like a blur. I can almost say that they did read the will, and when several people stormed off, I assumed she hadn't left them anything. That was the Rose Cahill thing to do: invite evil double-crossers to your funeral, then leave them nothing as a sort of revenge. But I was going to make sure that the payback for her death was going to be much worse than that.
Halfway through, I began to tune out the rest of the people there and focused on individuals. Why were they here? For her money? Not liekly. Rose might've been a Cahill, but she was no Grace Cahill. Rose prefered gardening and books apposed to any of the fancy ideas that came with certain branches.
(Yeah, Brandon, I know that all the branches have some of that ... but would you please be quiet, because I'm trying to talk here and you're ... what are you doing? Wait, nevermind. I don't want to know.)
There were several Ekaterinas there, I could tell. Alistair Oh, in his ridiculous black suit and orange tie; an older gentleman I recognized as Bae Oh, someone I didn't want to run into; and Sinead and Ted Starling, dressed in their typical preppy clothes. All four at Rose Cahill's funeral. All four doing follow-up reports. All four knowing fell well how Rose Cahill died.
Relax, I thought, trying to stop form lunging at Alistair as he walked by me. They can't do anything here. They wouldn't try something at a funeral.
Would they?
As everyone left at the very end of the funeral, Alistair and Sinead and Ted stayed behind a few minutes.
"My dear, as I've said, we are so very sorry," Alistair said softly to me and Brandon as he exited the cemetery. "Dear Rose will be remembered in memeory."
I sighed inwardly. Why did this guy have to be such a bad liar? It wasn't any fun now.
"Well, yes, memory is where we intended to remember her." I answered with particular venom, hoping my remark would simply annoy him. Alistair raised an eyebrow questioningly, and, with a long glance of anger towards me and Kreation, he swung open the small, wrought iron gate and left.
"Like Alistair said," Sinead whispered kindly. The sort of kindly a snake feel when it's prey stops running. "We will all miss Rose."
Ted nodded but said nothing.
Then the two Starlings turned around and rushed out of the small graveyard, leaving Brnadon, Kreation and I standing beside Rose Cahill's grave marker alone. This was when we could do it. Cry. Let it all drain from ourselves. And we did.
Brandon stood there and gazed down at his mother's grave angrily, and simply gave up and let the tears fall. Kreation did likewise, and I stood there, crying softly and gripping both Kreation and Brandon tightly.
I reached down and pulled my backpack off the wet grass, and felt an odd suspicion for something. The Ekats would have done something when it came to Brandon and I, right? Wouldn't they have?
I unzipped my bag and gasped as the tiny tracking device came into view.
"Worthless, evil, crazy, annoying, stupid, psychotic Cahills!" I hissed as I clenched the device in my fist and threw it down onto the ground, and proceeded to step on it.
Then a shadowy man stepped out form a small cluster of knarled willow trees. Tall, thin and an odd hooked nose.
"Children, my name is William McIntyre, and I do believe you are the children of Rose Cahill?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded, looking at him, all my fury and frustration gone.
"Well, it would seem that the Madrigals are looking for new help," he said, his voice becoming strangely formal. "And I believe you are looking for active status, are you not?"
It was like he knew.
And it was the perfect omen to leave this cemetery, take Brandon and Kreation with me, and go to learn how to become a Madrigal. My parents had been Madrigal agents, but weren't able to tell us how to become one. All I knew is that it had something to do with active status, and you had to earn it. I didn't even know how to do that.
"We will, Mr. McIntyre," I promised, gripping Brnadon and Kreation once more. "We'll do it."
Well, I didn't realize just how difficult that promise was going to be to keep.
Hope you guys liked it! Part Three of Chapter One is coming tommorrow.
- Artemis
Artemis
The rest of the funeral passed by like a blur. I can almost say that they did read the will, and when several people stormed off, I assumed she hadn't left them anything. That was the Rose Cahill thing to do: invite evil double-crossers to your funeral, then leave them nothing as a sort of revenge. But I was going to make sure that the payback for her death was going to be much worse than that.
Halfway through, I began to tune out the rest of the people there and focused on individuals. Why were they here? For her money? Not liekly. Rose might've been a Cahill, but she was no Grace Cahill. Rose prefered gardening and books apposed to any of the fancy ideas that came with certain branches.
(Yeah, Brandon, I know that all the branches have some of that ... but would you please be quiet, because I'm trying to talk here and you're ... what are you doing? Wait, nevermind. I don't want to know.)
There were several Ekaterinas there, I could tell. Alistair Oh, in his ridiculous black suit and orange tie; an older gentleman I recognized as Bae Oh, someone I didn't want to run into; and Sinead and Ted Starling, dressed in their typical preppy clothes. All four at Rose Cahill's funeral. All four doing follow-up reports. All four knowing fell well how Rose Cahill died.
Relax, I thought, trying to stop form lunging at Alistair as he walked by me. They can't do anything here. They wouldn't try something at a funeral.
Would they?
As everyone left at the very end of the funeral, Alistair and Sinead and Ted stayed behind a few minutes.
"My dear, as I've said, we are so very sorry," Alistair said softly to me and Brandon as he exited the cemetery. "Dear Rose will be remembered in memeory."
I sighed inwardly. Why did this guy have to be such a bad liar? It wasn't any fun now.
"Well, yes, memory is where we intended to remember her." I answered with particular venom, hoping my remark would simply annoy him. Alistair raised an eyebrow questioningly, and, with a long glance of anger towards me and Kreation, he swung open the small, wrought iron gate and left.
"Like Alistair said," Sinead whispered kindly. The sort of kindly a snake feel when it's prey stops running. "We will all miss Rose."
Ted nodded but said nothing.
Then the two Starlings turned around and rushed out of the small graveyard, leaving Brnadon, Kreation and I standing beside Rose Cahill's grave marker alone. This was when we could do it. Cry. Let it all drain from ourselves. And we did.
Brandon stood there and gazed down at his mother's grave angrily, and simply gave up and let the tears fall. Kreation did likewise, and I stood there, crying softly and gripping both Kreation and Brandon tightly.
I reached down and pulled my backpack off the wet grass, and felt an odd suspicion for something. The Ekats would have done something when it came to Brandon and I, right? Wouldn't they have?
I unzipped my bag and gasped as the tiny tracking device came into view.
"Worthless, evil, crazy, annoying, stupid, psychotic Cahills!" I hissed as I clenched the device in my fist and threw it down onto the ground, and proceeded to step on it.
Then a shadowy man stepped out form a small cluster of knarled willow trees. Tall, thin and an odd hooked nose.
"Children, my name is William McIntyre, and I do believe you are the children of Rose Cahill?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded, looking at him, all my fury and frustration gone.
"Well, it would seem that the Madrigals are looking for new help," he said, his voice becoming strangely formal. "And I believe you are looking for active status, are you not?"
It was like he knew.
And it was the perfect omen to leave this cemetery, take Brandon and Kreation with me, and go to learn how to become a Madrigal. My parents had been Madrigal agents, but weren't able to tell us how to become one. All I knew is that it had something to do with active status, and you had to earn it. I didn't even know how to do that.
"We will, Mr. McIntyre," I promised, gripping Brnadon and Kreation once more. "We'll do it."
Well, I didn't realize just how difficult that promise was going to be to keep.
Hope you guys liked it! Part Three of Chapter One is coming tommorrow.
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter One - I Make Some More Impossible Promises (Part Three)
Artemis
Mr. McIntyre quickly took us to a sleek, black Lincoln and ushered us inside, glancing over his shoulder so often I thought his head might just about fall off.
"Get in, quickly! Before anyone sees you!" he whispered intently, peering over his shoulder once more before sliding into the driver's seat himself and slamming the door shut.
"Mr. McIntyre, what's going on?" I asked quietly. As much as I hate to admit it, I was terrified. Why were we being hurried out of a cemmetery, and how did he know where to fin us?
"How did you know we were here?" Brnaodn asked, a flare of defiance in his eye. That made me actually proud to call him my little brother. (Yes, Brandon, I actually said that. Stop laughing!)
"You weren't that difficult to trace," McIntyre explained as he pulled out of the small parking area for the cememtery. "And I knew that you three of all people would be at Rose Cahill's funeral. You are her children, after all."
"I'm not," Kreation said, a confused expression on her face.
"Well, Rose said that Kreation was like a daughter to her." Mr. McIntyre recalled, and when I glanced at his expression in the rearview mirror, I could see his eyes softening. So, he wasn't the horrifying Madrigal agent I was expecting. He was better. He showed emotion, at least.
"Well, you were at our house so often, I would've thought you were related," I joked, smiling at Kreation. "After all, you do have the same last name."
Kreation sighed. "If my mum finds out I'm going through with whatever you've got in mind, I'll be grounded for the rest of my natural born life."
I let out a short laugh. Translation: I'll do it.
"Yeah, that's nice and all," Brandon said sarcastically. "But what is it you want us to do, Mr. McIntyre?"
McIntyre nodded as if considering Brandon's statement. Then he turned to face us.
"Do you three know of the Madrigals?"
Kreation and Brandon nodded in synchronization. The words came tumbling out of me before I could react.
"Does this mean our mum was doing work for the Madrigals?"
William McIntyre cast me a grave look and nodded once in agreement. "Yes, Artemis, it does. I suppsoe you would know all about the Madrigals?"
"Yes, of course," I answered quickly. "But about this Madrigal stuff. Do we have to continue our mum's work? Is that why she died?"
"No, not exactly," Mr. McIntyre said as he rounded another bend in the road. "And yes, that is why your mother died. She was in the Ekat stronghold, and they discovered what she's stolen, so they -" he stopped, as if the thought was too terrible to continue. I felt the same way about breathing.
Why would mum be stealing Ekat secrets? Were they getting too close to finding the 39 Clues? Or was it something else entirely ...
Whatever it was, I knew we were in danger. And I couldn't let anything happen to Brandon. He was only ten. I couldn't let anything happen to him. I just couldn't.
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Artemis
Mr. McIntyre quickly took us to a sleek, black Lincoln and ushered us inside, glancing over his shoulder so often I thought his head might just about fall off.
"Get in, quickly! Before anyone sees you!" he whispered intently, peering over his shoulder once more before sliding into the driver's seat himself and slamming the door shut.
"Mr. McIntyre, what's going on?" I asked quietly. As much as I hate to admit it, I was terrified. Why were we being hurried out of a cemmetery, and how did he know where to fin us?
"How did you know we were here?" Brnaodn asked, a flare of defiance in his eye. That made me actually proud to call him my little brother. (Yes, Brandon, I actually said that. Stop laughing!)
"You weren't that difficult to trace," McIntyre explained as he pulled out of the small parking area for the cememtery. "And I knew that you three of all people would be at Rose Cahill's funeral. You are her children, after all."
"I'm not," Kreation said, a confused expression on her face.
"Well, Rose said that Kreation was like a daughter to her." Mr. McIntyre recalled, and when I glanced at his expression in the rearview mirror, I could see his eyes softening. So, he wasn't the horrifying Madrigal agent I was expecting. He was better. He showed emotion, at least.
"Well, you were at our house so often, I would've thought you were related," I joked, smiling at Kreation. "After all, you do have the same last name."
Kreation sighed. "If my mum finds out I'm going through with whatever you've got in mind, I'll be grounded for the rest of my natural born life."
I let out a short laugh. Translation: I'll do it.
"Yeah, that's nice and all," Brandon said sarcastically. "But what is it you want us to do, Mr. McIntyre?"
McIntyre nodded as if considering Brandon's statement. Then he turned to face us.
"Do you three know of the Madrigals?"
Kreation and Brandon nodded in synchronization. The words came tumbling out of me before I could react.
"Does this mean our mum was doing work for the Madrigals?"
William McIntyre cast me a grave look and nodded once in agreement. "Yes, Artemis, it does. I suppsoe you would know all about the Madrigals?"
"Yes, of course," I answered quickly. "But about this Madrigal stuff. Do we have to continue our mum's work? Is that why she died?"
"No, not exactly," Mr. McIntyre said as he rounded another bend in the road. "And yes, that is why your mother died. She was in the Ekat stronghold, and they discovered what she's stolen, so they -" he stopped, as if the thought was too terrible to continue. I felt the same way about breathing.
Why would mum be stealing Ekat secrets? Were they getting too close to finding the 39 Clues? Or was it something else entirely ...
Whatever it was, I knew we were in danger. And I couldn't let anything happen to Brandon. He was only ten. I couldn't let anything happen to him. I just couldn't.
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Two - We Run From the French
Kreation
Hi, Kreation Emme Cahill here! Hope Artemis thinks she's covered enough on the funeral, because I need to tell this next part. It's not exactly fair if she gets to do all the explaining, now is it?
Anyhow, there we were, zooming down the highways of Toronto faster than I thought possible, with Mr. Can't-Crack-A-Smile McIntyre glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. I was surprised we didn't get pulled over or crash, thought we came close several times.
"Uh, Mr. McIntyre," I called out, hoping the older man could hear me over the roar of cars. "Where are you taking us? If my mum finds out I'm not coming back form Roe's funeral -"
"It's alright, Kreation," Mr. McIntyre assured me as he made a hairpin turn that made Brandon squeal with delight and Artemis to smack her head against the window. "Your mother has already been informed of where you are. Of course, she isn't very pleased, but that is to be expected. If anything happens to you-"
"Yeah, I know." It was my turn to cut him off. I knew what would happen if I got hurt or died. My stupid mother would get in massive trouble because she wasn't actually my mother. Mara Woods was the most unfriendly, annoying and aggravating person I knew. She was my adopted mother, a distant cousin of my mother and father's. She said my mother died, and my dad gave me to her. Great idea, dad.
They had been Cahills, and Mara a real pain in the butt. She was a Janus, but she had never been interested in the 39 Clues or anything to do with the Cahill family. It was more interesting to watch grass grow than live with Mara Woods.
"So, where are we going?" Artemis asked. I smiled weakly at her, thankful that someone else had the sense to ask the question. Brandon was still grinning as we rounded more turns and hit more potholes.
"Well, if you'll look up ahead, you should be able to see our destination," Mr. McIntyre explained, and I peered out through the car's window. About thirty yards away was the airport.
"Wait, we're leaving?" I exclaimed, half excited and half scared. "As in, leaving the country?!"
"Yes," McIntyre said as he pulled to a dead stop outside the massive building.
"Now come, quickly!" he hissed, and Artemis wasted no time in flinging open the door and jumping out of the car. Brandon followed, and I did the same. Once we were all standing outside the airport, a thought occurred to me while Mr. McIntyre pointed to the doors hurriedly.
"What about clothes?" I asked as Brandon swung open the door to the airport. McIntyre shrugged.
"Well, there's no real purpose of bringing clothes where you're going. I'm sure you could find some there."
"Where?!" Brandon squeaked. "China? Japan? India?"
"England? Ireland? Egypt? Greece?" Artemis added, almost wistfully. She had a dreamy look in her eye.
"France? Russia?" I put in once we were in line for luggage.
"Boston, Massachusetts(sp?)." Mr. McIntyre answered truthfully as we stepped through security. All our shoulders slumped simaltaeneasly (sp?).
"Boston?" Brandon echoed, his voice dismayed. We all felt it.
Mr. McIntyre actually smiled - almost. "Well, that's where it all begins, correct?"
"No idea," I remarked as we all headed out for the plane. "When's the flight?"
"In five minutes," he said, checking his watch. "Hurry! We can't miss it! If any of the other branches suspect I have something to do with this ..."
I shook my head in confusion. What was he even talking about.
Unfortunately, I was about to find out.
Hope it's ok! Part Two of chapter two is coming tomorrow!
- Kreation
Kreation
Hi, Kreation Emme Cahill here! Hope Artemis thinks she's covered enough on the funeral, because I need to tell this next part. It's not exactly fair if she gets to do all the explaining, now is it?
Anyhow, there we were, zooming down the highways of Toronto faster than I thought possible, with Mr. Can't-Crack-A-Smile McIntyre glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. I was surprised we didn't get pulled over or crash, thought we came close several times.
"Uh, Mr. McIntyre," I called out, hoping the older man could hear me over the roar of cars. "Where are you taking us? If my mum finds out I'm not coming back form Roe's funeral -"
"It's alright, Kreation," Mr. McIntyre assured me as he made a hairpin turn that made Brandon squeal with delight and Artemis to smack her head against the window. "Your mother has already been informed of where you are. Of course, she isn't very pleased, but that is to be expected. If anything happens to you-"
"Yeah, I know." It was my turn to cut him off. I knew what would happen if I got hurt or died. My stupid mother would get in massive trouble because she wasn't actually my mother. Mara Woods was the most unfriendly, annoying and aggravating person I knew. She was my adopted mother, a distant cousin of my mother and father's. She said my mother died, and my dad gave me to her. Great idea, dad.
They had been Cahills, and Mara a real pain in the butt. She was a Janus, but she had never been interested in the 39 Clues or anything to do with the Cahill family. It was more interesting to watch grass grow than live with Mara Woods.
"So, where are we going?" Artemis asked. I smiled weakly at her, thankful that someone else had the sense to ask the question. Brandon was still grinning as we rounded more turns and hit more potholes.
"Well, if you'll look up ahead, you should be able to see our destination," Mr. McIntyre explained, and I peered out through the car's window. About thirty yards away was the airport.
"Wait, we're leaving?" I exclaimed, half excited and half scared. "As in, leaving the country?!"
"Yes," McIntyre said as he pulled to a dead stop outside the massive building.
"Now come, quickly!" he hissed, and Artemis wasted no time in flinging open the door and jumping out of the car. Brandon followed, and I did the same. Once we were all standing outside the airport, a thought occurred to me while Mr. McIntyre pointed to the doors hurriedly.
"What about clothes?" I asked as Brandon swung open the door to the airport. McIntyre shrugged.
"Well, there's no real purpose of bringing clothes where you're going. I'm sure you could find some there."
"Where?!" Brandon squeaked. "China? Japan? India?"
"England? Ireland? Egypt? Greece?" Artemis added, almost wistfully. She had a dreamy look in her eye.
"France? Russia?" I put in once we were in line for luggage.
"Boston, Massachusetts(sp?)." Mr. McIntyre answered truthfully as we stepped through security. All our shoulders slumped simaltaeneasly (sp?).
"Boston?" Brandon echoed, his voice dismayed. We all felt it.
Mr. McIntyre actually smiled - almost. "Well, that's where it all begins, correct?"
"No idea," I remarked as we all headed out for the plane. "When's the flight?"
"In five minutes," he said, checking his watch. "Hurry! We can't miss it! If any of the other branches suspect I have something to do with this ..."
I shook my head in confusion. What was he even talking about.
Unfortunately, I was about to find out.
Hope it's ok! Part Two of chapter two is coming tomorrow!
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Two - We Run From the French
Kreation
Okay, where was I? Oh, right. McIntyre. Car Ride of Death. Airport. Right.
So, there we were, Artemis Brandon and I, standing in the middle of the Toronto Airport with Mr. McIntyre, hoping that this would make some sense soon. Or right then. Personally, I was hoping for the latter.
"Alright, you must get on this flight," McIntyre explained quickly, handing us each a plane ticket. "It leaves in, hmm..." he glanced down at his wristwatch. "Four minutes. Quickly, now! If you're late ..." he trailed off, and I got the feeling I didn't want to know what would happen if we were late.
"Okay, Mr. McIntyre," Artemis agreed hurriedly. Brandon was doing a full three-sixty of the terminal, and I was biting my lip nervously. Annoying habit, I know, but old habits are hard to break.
"Go, now," he whispered, gesturing briefly towards the group of people waiting for the flight to Boston.
"Okay," Artemis said again. "Thank you, for, uh, whatever you're doing."
He nodded once and turned away. Artemis cast me a confused glance before tapping Mr. McIntyre on the shoulder.
"Mr. McIntyre, aren't you coming with us?" she asked, a certain pleading in her voice.
He shook his head. "No, I can't. I'll be along shortly, but if any of the other branches see you with Grace Cahill's lawyer..." he didn't need to complete the thought. I realised what he meant by 'branches'.
"The Cahills," I breathed, and McIntyre nodded once in agreement. Artemis went wide-eyed and Brandon frowned in obvious uncertainty.
"Yes, Kreation, the Cahills. Now, you need to get on that plane! You have three minutes now!" Mr. McIntyre hissed, and we all hurried off to join the small throng of people entering the airplane.
"Guards," I whispered to Artemis, and she nodded once. We ran up and walked behind an older couple, and the woman inspecting tickets paid us no attention as we handed her our passports and tickets.
Once we'd taken seats, Artemis turned to face me.
"What was that all about, K? I've got no idea about what Mr. McIntyre was talking about. Do you?" she asked, worry clearly plastered on her face. I couldn't lie.
"Something big is going down," I answered her and Brandon in a hushed whisper. "Something to do with the clues." Artemis sucked in a sharp breath, and I really couldn't blame her. She's watched her own father die because of the 39 Clues ... and now lost her mother for the same reason.
"Someone's found all of them, do you think?" she hissed as the plane began taxing onto the runway.
"No idea," I replied as the ground started to fall away and we went into a steep ascent (sp?). Brandon still looked clueless.
Funny choice of words, I reflected bitterly as we watched Toronto fall away and open sky ahead of us through the window.
At that moment, I didn't realise just how complicated things were about to get.
Okay, part three of Chapter Two comes tomorrow.
- Kreation
Kreation
Okay, where was I? Oh, right. McIntyre. Car Ride of Death. Airport. Right.
So, there we were, Artemis Brandon and I, standing in the middle of the Toronto Airport with Mr. McIntyre, hoping that this would make some sense soon. Or right then. Personally, I was hoping for the latter.
"Alright, you must get on this flight," McIntyre explained quickly, handing us each a plane ticket. "It leaves in, hmm..." he glanced down at his wristwatch. "Four minutes. Quickly, now! If you're late ..." he trailed off, and I got the feeling I didn't want to know what would happen if we were late.
"Okay, Mr. McIntyre," Artemis agreed hurriedly. Brandon was doing a full three-sixty of the terminal, and I was biting my lip nervously. Annoying habit, I know, but old habits are hard to break.
"Go, now," he whispered, gesturing briefly towards the group of people waiting for the flight to Boston.
"Okay," Artemis said again. "Thank you, for, uh, whatever you're doing."
He nodded once and turned away. Artemis cast me a confused glance before tapping Mr. McIntyre on the shoulder.
"Mr. McIntyre, aren't you coming with us?" she asked, a certain pleading in her voice.
He shook his head. "No, I can't. I'll be along shortly, but if any of the other branches see you with Grace Cahill's lawyer..." he didn't need to complete the thought. I realised what he meant by 'branches'.
"The Cahills," I breathed, and McIntyre nodded once in agreement. Artemis went wide-eyed and Brandon frowned in obvious uncertainty.
"Yes, Kreation, the Cahills. Now, you need to get on that plane! You have three minutes now!" Mr. McIntyre hissed, and we all hurried off to join the small throng of people entering the airplane.
"Guards," I whispered to Artemis, and she nodded once. We ran up and walked behind an older couple, and the woman inspecting tickets paid us no attention as we handed her our passports and tickets.
Once we'd taken seats, Artemis turned to face me.
"What was that all about, K? I've got no idea about what Mr. McIntyre was talking about. Do you?" she asked, worry clearly plastered on her face. I couldn't lie.
"Something big is going down," I answered her and Brandon in a hushed whisper. "Something to do with the clues." Artemis sucked in a sharp breath, and I really couldn't blame her. She's watched her own father die because of the 39 Clues ... and now lost her mother for the same reason.
"Someone's found all of them, do you think?" she hissed as the plane began taxing onto the runway.
"No idea," I replied as the ground started to fall away and we went into a steep ascent (sp?). Brandon still looked clueless.
Funny choice of words, I reflected bitterly as we watched Toronto fall away and open sky ahead of us through the window.
At that moment, I didn't realise just how complicated things were about to get.
Okay, part three of Chapter Two comes tomorrow.
- Kreation
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Two - We Run From the French (Part Three)
Kreation
We were on that plane for about five minutes before things started to go wrong. I think that might've been the longest we've stayed without problems, actually. (Yes, Brandon, I'm serious. Maybe we are bad luck ...)
At any rate, we had just taken off when Brandon started spying.
He had fashioned a make-shift telescope out of a rolled up piece of newspaper and some plastic wrap form his pocket, and was then smiling and watching random passengers through the plastic side. It actually did show everything slightly closer, but the only downside is that everything was then upside down. Brandon didn't seem to mind that, however, becuase he continued to peer through it at rather annoyed passengers in something close to awe.
I rolled my eyes, and Artemis whispered, "Brandon, if you don't stop, I will personally make sure you don't get off this flight through the terminal." Then she jerked her head in the direction of the widnow and he raised an eyebrow.
"Good luck with that, sis." He answered mockingly, and turned to continue his people-watch. Artemis lenaed forward to taek away the thing, but I lightly shoved away her hands.
"Art, let him. Where we're going, fun isn't exactly top priority."
Artemis nodded once in grim agreement, and we sat in silence for a few moments. Then a sudden jerk shook the plane, and several people muttered curses as they were smashed up against the window. I myself was crushed between Brandon and the older gentleman sitting next to me, although ;gentleman' is probably not the right word to describe that guy. Artemis groaned in annoyance as she was thrown against the window.
I thanked greatly that I wasn't in the window seat. I was terrified of heights, and the view out of that widnow would've made me discover that, yes, Cahills can scream in a pitch dogs can't even hear. As it was, i caught a glimpse out of the glass and lmost lst my breakfast all over Brandon, which I doubt he would've appreciated.
Another jolt ran through the cabin, and this time I could see the scene outside the plane clearly. There were flames in midair. Or, more exactly, on the left wing of the plane. That was when I almost blacked out.
"Kreation?" Artemis called out, and that took me out of the terror. I seized her and Brandon's hands and hoped against hope that I didn't die. That they didn't die. That we would all live through this.
I really had to practice hoping.
Kreation
We were on that plane for about five minutes before things started to go wrong. I think that might've been the longest we've stayed without problems, actually. (Yes, Brandon, I'm serious. Maybe we are bad luck ...)
At any rate, we had just taken off when Brandon started spying.
He had fashioned a make-shift telescope out of a rolled up piece of newspaper and some plastic wrap form his pocket, and was then smiling and watching random passengers through the plastic side. It actually did show everything slightly closer, but the only downside is that everything was then upside down. Brandon didn't seem to mind that, however, becuase he continued to peer through it at rather annoyed passengers in something close to awe.
I rolled my eyes, and Artemis whispered, "Brandon, if you don't stop, I will personally make sure you don't get off this flight through the terminal." Then she jerked her head in the direction of the widnow and he raised an eyebrow.
"Good luck with that, sis." He answered mockingly, and turned to continue his people-watch. Artemis lenaed forward to taek away the thing, but I lightly shoved away her hands.
"Art, let him. Where we're going, fun isn't exactly top priority."
Artemis nodded once in grim agreement, and we sat in silence for a few moments. Then a sudden jerk shook the plane, and several people muttered curses as they were smashed up against the window. I myself was crushed between Brandon and the older gentleman sitting next to me, although ;gentleman' is probably not the right word to describe that guy. Artemis groaned in annoyance as she was thrown against the window.
I thanked greatly that I wasn't in the window seat. I was terrified of heights, and the view out of that widnow would've made me discover that, yes, Cahills can scream in a pitch dogs can't even hear. As it was, i caught a glimpse out of the glass and lmost lst my breakfast all over Brandon, which I doubt he would've appreciated.
Another jolt ran through the cabin, and this time I could see the scene outside the plane clearly. There were flames in midair. Or, more exactly, on the left wing of the plane. That was when I almost blacked out.
"Kreation?" Artemis called out, and that took me out of the terror. I seized her and Brandon's hands and hoped against hope that I didn't die. That they didn't die. That we would all live through this.
I really had to practice hoping.
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Two - We Run From the French
Kreation
"Don't panic!" I exclaimed suddenly, and Artemis jerked her head to the side and looked at me like I was crazy. In retrospect, I suppose I was.
"Right! I forgot! We're stuck in a plane, the left wing is on fire, but we shouldn't freak!? Kreation, we're Cahills, not superheroes!"
I winced at the acid in her voice, but ignored it. If I'd been Artemis then, I would've been screaming even worse than that. But I wasn't, and fortunately I couldn't see out the window, so no one had to hear all the curses I had to yell. And I had a surprising number of those.
Brandon clutched at Artemis, and I saw her try and shield him from the terror of what was probably going to be his death. She'd had to protect him from when their father died, but now that Rose was gone, too ...
"No." I said, my voice sounding so forceful Brandon actually peeked out from his sister's arms.
"What?" he asked me, obviously stunned. He was only ten, after all; he wasn't supposed to know what to do in a life or death situation like this.
Well, unless you're a Cahill, I thought bitterly as I unstrapped my seat belt and began to run up to the cockpit. Brandon and Artemis just stared. Brandon probably had no idea what was happening now, but I knew Artemis had a fairly good idea of my plan. I could tell from the expression of sheer horror.
"Kreation, don't! You could get yourself killed!" she screamed, but it was too late. I was already sneaking my way into the cockpit, and sliding into the pilot's seat.The pilot himself was slumped over and unconcious on the floor. The word Cahills instantly crashed over me. I never thought it was possible to hate family that much, but when your a Cahill, anything is possible.
I had taken flying lessons for a few years, and now was the time to situate myself with the idea of being an adventuer. I'd feel much better around Cahills, being able to say I've landed a plane or something impressive. They couldn't be the only ones with good stories, could they?
I pulled up hard on the throttle, and hoped to any entity who might have been listening that we all survived. I then tried to land, but the controls were slightly different, and the descent too quick. Instead of a smooth landing, we bumped roughly to a halt on an empty field.
I silently congraulated myself, then I felt a reptilian hand close on my shoulder.
"Well done, Kreation," hissed a voice rougher than our landing. "Why don't you come with us, and we'll go find your friends?"
I turned and looked up into the cold face of the Lucian agent.
Part four comes tomorrow!
Kreation
"Don't panic!" I exclaimed suddenly, and Artemis jerked her head to the side and looked at me like I was crazy. In retrospect, I suppose I was.
"Right! I forgot! We're stuck in a plane, the left wing is on fire, but we shouldn't freak!? Kreation, we're Cahills, not superheroes!"
I winced at the acid in her voice, but ignored it. If I'd been Artemis then, I would've been screaming even worse than that. But I wasn't, and fortunately I couldn't see out the window, so no one had to hear all the curses I had to yell. And I had a surprising number of those.
Brandon clutched at Artemis, and I saw her try and shield him from the terror of what was probably going to be his death. She'd had to protect him from when their father died, but now that Rose was gone, too ...
"No." I said, my voice sounding so forceful Brandon actually peeked out from his sister's arms.
"What?" he asked me, obviously stunned. He was only ten, after all; he wasn't supposed to know what to do in a life or death situation like this.
Well, unless you're a Cahill, I thought bitterly as I unstrapped my seat belt and began to run up to the cockpit. Brandon and Artemis just stared. Brandon probably had no idea what was happening now, but I knew Artemis had a fairly good idea of my plan. I could tell from the expression of sheer horror.
"Kreation, don't! You could get yourself killed!" she screamed, but it was too late. I was already sneaking my way into the cockpit, and sliding into the pilot's seat.The pilot himself was slumped over and unconcious on the floor. The word Cahills instantly crashed over me. I never thought it was possible to hate family that much, but when your a Cahill, anything is possible.
I had taken flying lessons for a few years, and now was the time to situate myself with the idea of being an adventuer. I'd feel much better around Cahills, being able to say I've landed a plane or something impressive. They couldn't be the only ones with good stories, could they?
I pulled up hard on the throttle, and hoped to any entity who might have been listening that we all survived. I then tried to land, but the controls were slightly different, and the descent too quick. Instead of a smooth landing, we bumped roughly to a halt on an empty field.
I silently congraulated myself, then I felt a reptilian hand close on my shoulder.
"Well done, Kreation," hissed a voice rougher than our landing. "Why don't you come with us, and we'll go find your friends?"
I turned and looked up into the cold face of the Lucian agent.
Part four comes tomorrow!
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Two - We Run From The French (Part Four)
Kreation
Now, don't get me wrong. I do not scare easily. Not even close. But when I looked up into the stony-faced Lucian agent, I almost lost most of the breakfast I'd actually managed to hold on to during the Plane Ride of Death. How could we have survived all that, and now be taken prisoner by some Lucian jerks in suits and sunglasses!
Although, really people, suits and sunglasses? Were we Cahills or the Men in Black?
"You will come with us, or you will face ze consequenzes." he continued, and I detected a slight French accent. As if the outfits weren't cliche enough.
"And if I don't?" I asked defiantly, plastering an expression of mock innocence on my face. The mna shrugged.
"If you do not come with us right now, mademoiselle (sp?), zen we will 'ave to uze force." He said in a tone of complete indifference, as if it didn't matter how they got me off that plane. I didn't think they did.
"Well then, may the force be used on you." I hissed, and I saw confusion flicker across his face like a candle flame in the breeze.
That was when I lashed out suddenly, grabbing his wrists and lifting them over his head in an odd angle. Then, as he yelled in pain, I rushed out of the cockpit and straight into Artemis and Brandon.
"K, where were you!?" Artemis exclaimed. "I thought you were dead! Why are you running?!"
I shook my head in exasperation. "Artemis Corinne Cahill, relax! Come on, there are some people who are a little too anxious to meet us." I jerked my head back in the direction of the cockpit, where the Lucian agents came running out, the red crests emblazoned on their jackets shining in the overhead lights of the cabin.
I gripped both Brandon and Artemis by the arms and half-dragged, half-led them out to the field where we'd landed.
"Where are we?" Brandon asked quietly, voicing what everyone was thinking. I have to admit, the kid's pretty good at that.
(Oh, be quiet, Brandon. That was supposed to be a compliment.)
"No idea," I answered truthfully.
That was when the three Lucian agents came bursting out of the ruined plane, the lead agent storming towards us.
I had only time to think, this is a stupid way to die, before a hand tugged on my arm and I was pulled roughly into the back of a black van.
Chapter Three comes tomorrow, possibly later!
Kreation
Now, don't get me wrong. I do not scare easily. Not even close. But when I looked up into the stony-faced Lucian agent, I almost lost most of the breakfast I'd actually managed to hold on to during the Plane Ride of Death. How could we have survived all that, and now be taken prisoner by some Lucian jerks in suits and sunglasses!
Although, really people, suits and sunglasses? Were we Cahills or the Men in Black?
"You will come with us, or you will face ze consequenzes." he continued, and I detected a slight French accent. As if the outfits weren't cliche enough.
"And if I don't?" I asked defiantly, plastering an expression of mock innocence on my face. The mna shrugged.
"If you do not come with us right now, mademoiselle (sp?), zen we will 'ave to uze force." He said in a tone of complete indifference, as if it didn't matter how they got me off that plane. I didn't think they did.
"Well then, may the force be used on you." I hissed, and I saw confusion flicker across his face like a candle flame in the breeze.
That was when I lashed out suddenly, grabbing his wrists and lifting them over his head in an odd angle. Then, as he yelled in pain, I rushed out of the cockpit and straight into Artemis and Brandon.
"K, where were you!?" Artemis exclaimed. "I thought you were dead! Why are you running?!"
I shook my head in exasperation. "Artemis Corinne Cahill, relax! Come on, there are some people who are a little too anxious to meet us." I jerked my head back in the direction of the cockpit, where the Lucian agents came running out, the red crests emblazoned on their jackets shining in the overhead lights of the cabin.
I gripped both Brandon and Artemis by the arms and half-dragged, half-led them out to the field where we'd landed.
"Where are we?" Brandon asked quietly, voicing what everyone was thinking. I have to admit, the kid's pretty good at that.
(Oh, be quiet, Brandon. That was supposed to be a compliment.)
"No idea," I answered truthfully.
That was when the three Lucian agents came bursting out of the ruined plane, the lead agent storming towards us.
I had only time to think, this is a stupid way to die, before a hand tugged on my arm and I was pulled roughly into the back of a black van.
Chapter Three comes tomorrow, possibly later!
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Three - Car Chase of Doom
Brandon
Hi. It's Brandon Cahill here. A quick word of advice: if you're ever getting chased by Lucian agents, and someone pulls you into a black van from behind, do not, under any circumstances, try and break their arms. Because if you do ... well, here.
The cold hands clamped over my arm, and dragged me backwards a few feet. It was then when I got my senses back, and whipped around to swing out a powerful punch. Instead of beating the evil Lucian agent I was expecting, my fist made contact with the stomach of a ... girl.
She gasped in pain, and for a moment, I was actually proud to say my punch had made an impact. Then I realised this girl must've been with the Madrigals, getting us to safety ... and I felt like a complete idiot.
I had just punched a Madrigal agent trying to save my life. Nice one, Brandon.
(Oh, be quiet, Artemis! As if you didn't ... oh, you didn't. Okay, then ...)
My eyes widened in apology and shock, but before I could say anything, the girl shook her head in a dissmissive way and led me into the back of the black van. I saw Kreation and Artemis being brought in by two other Madrigals, and as soon as we were all inside the back, I watched as the Lucian agents gained on us. My trouble with the Madrigal agent had given them time to catch up with us.
Double epic fail.
Suddenly, one of the agents who had taken Artemis inside, hurried up to the main Lucian agent and quickly spoke to him. His hands were fidgeting, as if he was aggitated, and the Lucian just occasioally nodded and seemed to understand. He then truned to his agents, nodded once, and they turned and left without so much as a threat.
What had just happened?
Brandon
Hi. It's Brandon Cahill here. A quick word of advice: if you're ever getting chased by Lucian agents, and someone pulls you into a black van from behind, do not, under any circumstances, try and break their arms. Because if you do ... well, here.
The cold hands clamped over my arm, and dragged me backwards a few feet. It was then when I got my senses back, and whipped around to swing out a powerful punch. Instead of beating the evil Lucian agent I was expecting, my fist made contact with the stomach of a ... girl.
She gasped in pain, and for a moment, I was actually proud to say my punch had made an impact. Then I realised this girl must've been with the Madrigals, getting us to safety ... and I felt like a complete idiot.
I had just punched a Madrigal agent trying to save my life. Nice one, Brandon.
(Oh, be quiet, Artemis! As if you didn't ... oh, you didn't. Okay, then ...)
My eyes widened in apology and shock, but before I could say anything, the girl shook her head in a dissmissive way and led me into the back of the black van. I saw Kreation and Artemis being brought in by two other Madrigals, and as soon as we were all inside the back, I watched as the Lucian agents gained on us. My trouble with the Madrigal agent had given them time to catch up with us.
Double epic fail.
Suddenly, one of the agents who had taken Artemis inside, hurried up to the main Lucian agent and quickly spoke to him. His hands were fidgeting, as if he was aggitated, and the Lucian just occasioally nodded and seemed to understand. He then truned to his agents, nodded once, and they turned and left without so much as a threat.
What had just happened?
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This story is awesome! :)
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This is really good keep going ~Anna Maria~
RIP Mum Dad Alex Layla Bert Tony Onyx Ana and my little Georgie
not a day passes when I don't think of all of you, see you all someday~Mia
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Awesome story.keep on writing!!!!
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Three - The Car Chase of Doom
Brandon
Well, about what just happened: Madrigals. Madrigals happened.
"What did you tell him?" I exclaimed as the agent came hurrying back to the car. He grinend down at me, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes.
"I told him that we're Lucian agents, and we were taking you to the stronghold on behalf of the Kabras."
I gaped at him, and Kreation was still staring out att the retreating car the real Lucians were driving away in. Only Artemis was able to ask,
"Will they find out you lied?"
The agent laughed once, and twisted the key hard in the ignition just as the girl agent dove into the back of the van.
"Of course they'll find out. The only question is how long until then."
Kreation turned to stare at him. "Well, how long?"
He paused for a moment, as if wondering about that question himself. Then he grinned and replied, "A minute, tops."
Kreation swallwoed hard and Artemis sucked in a breath of surprise. I just raised my eyebrows, confused.
"How is that a good thing. I would've thought anything but."
The agent smiled again, and this time the other two Madrigals joined in with laughter.
"It's not danger, kid; it's the fun." the other guy explained with a snort, and the girl rolled her eyes at him.
"In a translation from Blaise's response: we find it, ah, entertaining to get chased by Lucians who really are quite hopeless. Which would start right about ..." she glanced down at her watch.
"Now." Blaise whispered, a wide grin spreading across his face. I whipped around and saw to my astonishment and horror that the Lucian car was swerving around and heading at top speed straight in our direction.
"Drive! Fast!" Artemis exclaimed, her eyes filled with terror, and something else. Excitement, I realised.
"Calm down, princess," the third guy said, boviously annoyed with my sister. I really couldn't blame him.
(Oh, shut up, Artemis! Stop that ... no, it really isn't funny!)
"Do not call me princess!" Artemis snarled, her face alight with fury as she swatted the guy's arm. He rolled his eyes and turned to Blaise.
"The little girl says we need to drive. Preferrably fast." he said, mocking Artemis' voice. She narrowed her eyes in pure resentment. That was when the car went into drive, and I was thrown up against the window with the force of the engine.
Thank you, for anyone who is reading this!
- Brandon
Brandon
Well, about what just happened: Madrigals. Madrigals happened.
"What did you tell him?" I exclaimed as the agent came hurrying back to the car. He grinend down at me, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes.
"I told him that we're Lucian agents, and we were taking you to the stronghold on behalf of the Kabras."
I gaped at him, and Kreation was still staring out att the retreating car the real Lucians were driving away in. Only Artemis was able to ask,
"Will they find out you lied?"
The agent laughed once, and twisted the key hard in the ignition just as the girl agent dove into the back of the van.
"Of course they'll find out. The only question is how long until then."
Kreation turned to stare at him. "Well, how long?"
He paused for a moment, as if wondering about that question himself. Then he grinned and replied, "A minute, tops."
Kreation swallwoed hard and Artemis sucked in a breath of surprise. I just raised my eyebrows, confused.
"How is that a good thing. I would've thought anything but."
The agent smiled again, and this time the other two Madrigals joined in with laughter.
"It's not danger, kid; it's the fun." the other guy explained with a snort, and the girl rolled her eyes at him.
"In a translation from Blaise's response: we find it, ah, entertaining to get chased by Lucians who really are quite hopeless. Which would start right about ..." she glanced down at her watch.
"Now." Blaise whispered, a wide grin spreading across his face. I whipped around and saw to my astonishment and horror that the Lucian car was swerving around and heading at top speed straight in our direction.
"Drive! Fast!" Artemis exclaimed, her eyes filled with terror, and something else. Excitement, I realised.
"Calm down, princess," the third guy said, boviously annoyed with my sister. I really couldn't blame him.
(Oh, shut up, Artemis! Stop that ... no, it really isn't funny!)
"Do not call me princess!" Artemis snarled, her face alight with fury as she swatted the guy's arm. He rolled his eyes and turned to Blaise.
"The little girl says we need to drive. Preferrably fast." he said, mocking Artemis' voice. She narrowed her eyes in pure resentment. That was when the car went into drive, and I was thrown up against the window with the force of the engine.
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- Brandon
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Three - Car Chase of Doom
Brandon
"Are you nuts!" Artemis shrieked, grabbing onto the edge of her seat as the Madrigal driver made yet another U-turn, the car jolting to the side and throwing us all up agaisnt the tinted glass windows. The Lucians were gaining, and we were all going to die.
"Yeah, that's very pleasant, Brandon. Meanwhile we'll be here, trying not to die!" Kreation yelled, and I realised I'd spoken out loud.
"Really kid, you need to lighten up. And yes, the Lucians are gaining. But we can deal with the snakes. You guys have to get away."
"Like, what we tried before. And on the plane?" Artemis asked quietly, her grey eyes dark with anger.
"Yeah, like that," the agent agreed, which was a really stupid move on his part.
Artemis lunged forward, kicking him in the stomach before landing a punch in his ribs.
"You idiots! You're going to get us all killed!" she screamed, throwing ounch after punch and kick after kick at the Madrigal. He look completely stunned, and soon shoved Artemis to the back of the van, where she sat, breathing deeply and glaring.
A wide grin nched it's way across his face.
"You know, I finally undestand why the Madrigals thought you three would be good for the job," he commented, clutching his side and still smiling manically. "Although, not you." He added, gesturing to me.
I did my best 'if-looks-could-kill' glance to him, and he put his hands up in apology.
"I didn't mean anything personally, but if you could just see what I'm seeing -"
"Well then, what are you seeing?" I blurted, furious at his dissmissal of my abilities. I could do martial arts as well as Artemis, and hacked computers as a hobby. What did this guy do? Try stupid car stunts for a living.
"A little kid, who probably couldn't pick a lock with the key."
I gave him q swift kick to the back as he turned to say something to the driving agent, and he whipped around to stare at me.
"That really wasn't all that good." he remarked, and as he turned once more I kicked him so hard he fell forward into the space between passenger seat and driver's seat, causing the girl agent to burst into hysterical laughter.
"Nice one, kid," she said between laughs, and I nodded, grinning from some appreciation.
The agent looked like he wanted to kill me.
"Has this changed your view? Or should I do it harder?" I asked him, and he scrambled up again, brushing dirt off his black clothes.
"Don't even." he said shortly, holding up a hand to silence me. I grinned triumphantly.
"You mess with a bull, you get the horns," I said quietly. "But you mess with a Cahill, you get kicked in the butt."
Brandon
"Are you nuts!" Artemis shrieked, grabbing onto the edge of her seat as the Madrigal driver made yet another U-turn, the car jolting to the side and throwing us all up agaisnt the tinted glass windows. The Lucians were gaining, and we were all going to die.
"Yeah, that's very pleasant, Brandon. Meanwhile we'll be here, trying not to die!" Kreation yelled, and I realised I'd spoken out loud.
"Really kid, you need to lighten up. And yes, the Lucians are gaining. But we can deal with the snakes. You guys have to get away."
"Like, what we tried before. And on the plane?" Artemis asked quietly, her grey eyes dark with anger.
"Yeah, like that," the agent agreed, which was a really stupid move on his part.
Artemis lunged forward, kicking him in the stomach before landing a punch in his ribs.
"You idiots! You're going to get us all killed!" she screamed, throwing ounch after punch and kick after kick at the Madrigal. He look completely stunned, and soon shoved Artemis to the back of the van, where she sat, breathing deeply and glaring.
A wide grin nched it's way across his face.
"You know, I finally undestand why the Madrigals thought you three would be good for the job," he commented, clutching his side and still smiling manically. "Although, not you." He added, gesturing to me.
I did my best 'if-looks-could-kill' glance to him, and he put his hands up in apology.
"I didn't mean anything personally, but if you could just see what I'm seeing -"
"Well then, what are you seeing?" I blurted, furious at his dissmissal of my abilities. I could do martial arts as well as Artemis, and hacked computers as a hobby. What did this guy do? Try stupid car stunts for a living.
"A little kid, who probably couldn't pick a lock with the key."
I gave him q swift kick to the back as he turned to say something to the driving agent, and he whipped around to stare at me.
"That really wasn't all that good." he remarked, and as he turned once more I kicked him so hard he fell forward into the space between passenger seat and driver's seat, causing the girl agent to burst into hysterical laughter.
"Nice one, kid," she said between laughs, and I nodded, grinning from some appreciation.
The agent looked like he wanted to kill me.
"Has this changed your view? Or should I do it harder?" I asked him, and he scrambled up again, brushing dirt off his black clothes.
"Don't even." he said shortly, holding up a hand to silence me. I grinned triumphantly.
"You mess with a bull, you get the horns," I said quietly. "But you mess with a Cahill, you get kicked in the butt."
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Four -
Artemis
Hi, Artemis here. Brandon really needs to work on his story-telling skills, if you ask me.
(Oh, be quiet! Yes, I mean that ... well, don't tell him!)
So, as the Lucian agents managed to skid to a halt in front of our car, the Madrigals came to a dead stop.
The Lucians came traipsing over, as if they had already won, and one black-clad man swung open the van door to reveal ... nothing.
What the stupid agents didn't know is that Kreation, Bradnon and I were already speeding away in a different car, heading east for ... well, we weren't sure yet.
As it turned out, we landed the plane (sorry, Kreation landed the plane ... there, are you happy now?) just a little far off of Albany. By that I meant several hour's drive off from Albany. The female Madrigal agent was driving, and she didn't seem to understand that stop signs meant that the cars stopped, not the people.
Thankfully, we didn't run anyone over, although I was quite surprised at that - she must've been doing a hundred-miles-per-hour. Grinning, she rouded a sharp bend in the road, spewing dust and dirt in her trail. Lovely.
"Could you try and keep a low profile?" asked the other agent, who was glancing over a copy of the Toronto Star. Odd, seeing as we weren't even in Canada at the time.
"Oh, come on, Blaise! Where's the fun in that? Don't you just love it when the wind is in your hair and -"
"Melanie, wind in my hair and sun in my face is for boats and normal things, not driving on empty highways like they're a freaking racecar track!" Blaise exlcaimed, and Melanie pouted slightly.
"But that's not fair! The one time you let me drive, and I'm not even allowed to drive the fun way?"
"Ths is not the fun way, Melanie! this is the way that you're going to get us all killed!" Blaise shouted as a pickup truck roared by them. It was around two in the morning, and there was barely any traffic at all.
Melanie reluctantly eased up on the gas pedal, slowing the car gradually. Blaise continued to read through the Toronto Star, and I stared out the window, hoping to dear God that Brandon didn't start telling everyone the lamest jokes he had to share.
Apparently God didn't feel like being dear that day, since five minutes later Brandon began delivering the worse punch lines I'd ever heard in my life.
"Honestly, can't you stop?" I asked quietly after the fiftieth knock-knock joke in a row. Brandon opened his mouth like he wanted to protest, but apparently thought better of it and closed his mouth rather abruptly.
"Well, this is pleasant," Blaise said as we passed our third hour of silence. I nodded once, Kreation shrugged, and Brandon coughed, most likely to conceal a laugh of great intensity. Blaise glared at him, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Is something funny, kid?" he demanded, and Brandon straightened in his seat. He then cleared his throat noisily, and sat up straighter.
"Why no, old chap," he mimicked Blaise's serious attitude and formal speaking, putting on a falsetto voice. "Why would you ever think I would happen to be laughing? I'm just enjoying the weather-" he gestured to the darkened clouds, pouring heavy rain. "And the lovely company of family and friends."
He glanced around at Kreation, whose eyes were closed and her face screwed up in concentration; me, as I was putting my iPod earbuds back in; Melanie, who was casting Blaise triumphant looks; and Blaise himself, who looked like he could kill Brandon.
Kreation and Melanie burst out laughing, apparently starved for something to laugh about.
We all were.
- Artemis
Artemis
Hi, Artemis here. Brandon really needs to work on his story-telling skills, if you ask me.
(Oh, be quiet! Yes, I mean that ... well, don't tell him!)
So, as the Lucian agents managed to skid to a halt in front of our car, the Madrigals came to a dead stop.
The Lucians came traipsing over, as if they had already won, and one black-clad man swung open the van door to reveal ... nothing.
What the stupid agents didn't know is that Kreation, Bradnon and I were already speeding away in a different car, heading east for ... well, we weren't sure yet.
As it turned out, we landed the plane (sorry, Kreation landed the plane ... there, are you happy now?) just a little far off of Albany. By that I meant several hour's drive off from Albany. The female Madrigal agent was driving, and she didn't seem to understand that stop signs meant that the cars stopped, not the people.
Thankfully, we didn't run anyone over, although I was quite surprised at that - she must've been doing a hundred-miles-per-hour. Grinning, she rouded a sharp bend in the road, spewing dust and dirt in her trail. Lovely.
"Could you try and keep a low profile?" asked the other agent, who was glancing over a copy of the Toronto Star. Odd, seeing as we weren't even in Canada at the time.
"Oh, come on, Blaise! Where's the fun in that? Don't you just love it when the wind is in your hair and -"
"Melanie, wind in my hair and sun in my face is for boats and normal things, not driving on empty highways like they're a freaking racecar track!" Blaise exlcaimed, and Melanie pouted slightly.
"But that's not fair! The one time you let me drive, and I'm not even allowed to drive the fun way?"
"Ths is not the fun way, Melanie! this is the way that you're going to get us all killed!" Blaise shouted as a pickup truck roared by them. It was around two in the morning, and there was barely any traffic at all.
Melanie reluctantly eased up on the gas pedal, slowing the car gradually. Blaise continued to read through the Toronto Star, and I stared out the window, hoping to dear God that Brandon didn't start telling everyone the lamest jokes he had to share.
Apparently God didn't feel like being dear that day, since five minutes later Brandon began delivering the worse punch lines I'd ever heard in my life.
"Honestly, can't you stop?" I asked quietly after the fiftieth knock-knock joke in a row. Brandon opened his mouth like he wanted to protest, but apparently thought better of it and closed his mouth rather abruptly.
"Well, this is pleasant," Blaise said as we passed our third hour of silence. I nodded once, Kreation shrugged, and Brandon coughed, most likely to conceal a laugh of great intensity. Blaise glared at him, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Is something funny, kid?" he demanded, and Brandon straightened in his seat. He then cleared his throat noisily, and sat up straighter.
"Why no, old chap," he mimicked Blaise's serious attitude and formal speaking, putting on a falsetto voice. "Why would you ever think I would happen to be laughing? I'm just enjoying the weather-" he gestured to the darkened clouds, pouring heavy rain. "And the lovely company of family and friends."
He glanced around at Kreation, whose eyes were closed and her face screwed up in concentration; me, as I was putting my iPod earbuds back in; Melanie, who was casting Blaise triumphant looks; and Blaise himself, who looked like he could kill Brandon.
Kreation and Melanie burst out laughing, apparently starved for something to laugh about.
We all were.
- Artemis
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Five - We Read A Eulogy (sp?)
Kreation
Yeah, thank, Artemis, for making me tell this part. I hate to recollect this, as it was absolutely the weirdest thing during the hunt, but since she's insisting and I knew Artemis is too stubborn to listen to reason ... I suppose I must recollect, whether I want to or not.
Artemis pulled on my arm as we hopped out of the car. The Madrigals had driven us from several hours outside of Albany to freaking Attleboro, Massachusets (sp?). That took three Madrigal agents, three very annoyed kids, two tanks of gas, and eighteen cups of coffee to get us there in five or six hours.
"Knew I could get us here," Melanie confided me as we all got out of the car, in ehich Blaise was swearing heartily as he banddaged the massive scrape Melanie had given him when he complained about her driving again.
"Do you always use swiss army knives on your brother when he complains about your driving?" I asked curiously.
"No. Sometimes I use it when he complains about my basketball playing. And grammar. And speaking. And table manners. Especially that last one," Melanie added, making a face. I laughed and allowed Artemis to turn me around.
"What?" I exclaimed. She cast me an exasperated glance and pointed up to something on the expanse of land.
"That, Kreation. That." She sounded like 'that' was the most terrifying thing on the pplanet; even more than Brandon's flying kick of death. (Tacky name, I know, but he insisted.)
I glanced up at where she was pointing and stifled a gasp. Artemis was showing me a massive manor house, more like a mansion than anything else, sitting atop a hill, with a small cemetery down at the bottom of the grasst slope.
"Where in the name of Gideon Cahill are we?" I murmured, and Melanie let out a short laugh.
"Grace Cahill's place, kid." Blaise had exited the car, and was clutching his hand tightly as he walked over to where we were standing. His expression was once again annoyed and haughty, and looked as if he'd just swallowed a lemon, skin and all.
"Were else would we be?"
"No idea," I replied shortly, not in the mood for another stupid lecture from the King of Boredom.
"C'mon," Melanie whispered, gesturing for us to follow her. "Old Grace wants to see you three."
"Us?" Brandon asked suspiciously.
"Well, not you three, to be exact," Melanie amended. "She wants to see the team that are going to help her with the clue hunt."
"The what?!" I heard Artemis screech, and I understood. Her parents had both died in the battle for the thirty-nine clues; she didn't want to have anything to do with them.
But, on the other hand, we'd come all this way. We had to see why we'd been dragged into this fight.
"C'mon, guys," I said calmly. "What could go wrong?"
"Oh, only everything," Artemis muttered.
Kreation
Yeah, thank, Artemis, for making me tell this part. I hate to recollect this, as it was absolutely the weirdest thing during the hunt, but since she's insisting and I knew Artemis is too stubborn to listen to reason ... I suppose I must recollect, whether I want to or not.
Artemis pulled on my arm as we hopped out of the car. The Madrigals had driven us from several hours outside of Albany to freaking Attleboro, Massachusets (sp?). That took three Madrigal agents, three very annoyed kids, two tanks of gas, and eighteen cups of coffee to get us there in five or six hours.
"Knew I could get us here," Melanie confided me as we all got out of the car, in ehich Blaise was swearing heartily as he banddaged the massive scrape Melanie had given him when he complained about her driving again.
"Do you always use swiss army knives on your brother when he complains about your driving?" I asked curiously.
"No. Sometimes I use it when he complains about my basketball playing. And grammar. And speaking. And table manners. Especially that last one," Melanie added, making a face. I laughed and allowed Artemis to turn me around.
"What?" I exclaimed. She cast me an exasperated glance and pointed up to something on the expanse of land.
"That, Kreation. That." She sounded like 'that' was the most terrifying thing on the pplanet; even more than Brandon's flying kick of death. (Tacky name, I know, but he insisted.)
I glanced up at where she was pointing and stifled a gasp. Artemis was showing me a massive manor house, more like a mansion than anything else, sitting atop a hill, with a small cemetery down at the bottom of the grasst slope.
"Where in the name of Gideon Cahill are we?" I murmured, and Melanie let out a short laugh.
"Grace Cahill's place, kid." Blaise had exited the car, and was clutching his hand tightly as he walked over to where we were standing. His expression was once again annoyed and haughty, and looked as if he'd just swallowed a lemon, skin and all.
"Were else would we be?"
"No idea," I replied shortly, not in the mood for another stupid lecture from the King of Boredom.
"C'mon," Melanie whispered, gesturing for us to follow her. "Old Grace wants to see you three."
"Us?" Brandon asked suspiciously.
"Well, not you three, to be exact," Melanie amended. "She wants to see the team that are going to help her with the clue hunt."
"The what?!" I heard Artemis screech, and I understood. Her parents had both died in the battle for the thirty-nine clues; she didn't want to have anything to do with them.
But, on the other hand, we'd come all this way. We had to see why we'd been dragged into this fight.
"C'mon, guys," I said calmly. "What could go wrong?"
"Oh, only everything," Artemis muttered.
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Artemis, Kreation and Brandon Cahill - the 39 Mysteries
Chapter Five - We Read A Eulogy (sp?)
Kreation
Melanie and Blaise led us through the srawling grounds up to the estate. Brandon and I gawked at almost everything, but Artemis simply stared curiously at the two Madrigals, who now seemed jumpy and nervous.
"Keep going! And stop staring, would you?" Blaise exlcaimed, casting Artemis an annoyed glance. She took in a deep breath, and I suppresed a smile. Messing with Artemis Cahill was the kind of mistake you only made once. (Or, if you're a Lucian, twice ...)
"Shut up, Blaise," she muttered, and he grinned in a superior way that made me want to smack him. This guy had an ego bigger than the entire state of Massachusetts (sp?).
"Right, like that's gonna happen." Melanie murmured, and Blaise shot his sister a look that said quite clearly, you annoying little twit!
Melanie raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and we continued on, trudging through the massive grounds of Grace Cahill's estate.
"Does this path ever end?" I heard Brandon complain, and I cracked a smile. Leave it to Brandon to complain about something like the path when we could've been walking to our deaths.
"Yeah, at the manor house," Blaise hissed, and Brandon tossed him an angry look before marching up to walk with Artemis and I.
"I hate that guy," He whispered, his voice tight with fury. Artemis nodded and shrugged.
"We don't have much choice but to follow them, though. Right?" she lookied over at me, and I remembered that I was the oldest. Fourteen, since last week. I was supposed to lead them now. What had I gotten myself into?
"Right. We have to. If we can just make sure we're able to escape easily if anything goes wrong ..." I trailed off, thinking that if anything else went wrong, we'd just have to deal with it. In the last twenty-four hours, we'd seen it all. From Rose's funeral to the plane crash to Blaise acting like a jerk to being chased by Lucians to Blaise acting like a jerk to driving for hours thinking about our possible deaths to Blaise acting like a jerk ... well, it hadn't been pleasant.
"We're here," Melanie announced, walking up to the front door and knocking. I didn't think anyone could possibly hear a knock that faint in a house that massive, but the door swung open, and an older gentleman poked his head out to see who was there.
It was William McIntyre.
"Mr. McIntyre!" Artemis exlcaimed, seeming extremely pleased to finally see a friendly face. But now he looked somber and depressed, like he'd been to a funeral recently. Then I remembered he had; Rose's.
"Come in," He whispered, glancing down at us all. "But we don't have much time."
On that happy note, we all ducked inside and hurried to follow McIntyre down the winding hallways, and through the manor house of Grace Cahill.
Kreation
Melanie and Blaise led us through the srawling grounds up to the estate. Brandon and I gawked at almost everything, but Artemis simply stared curiously at the two Madrigals, who now seemed jumpy and nervous.
"Keep going! And stop staring, would you?" Blaise exlcaimed, casting Artemis an annoyed glance. She took in a deep breath, and I suppresed a smile. Messing with Artemis Cahill was the kind of mistake you only made once. (Or, if you're a Lucian, twice ...)
"Shut up, Blaise," she muttered, and he grinned in a superior way that made me want to smack him. This guy had an ego bigger than the entire state of Massachusetts (sp?).
"Right, like that's gonna happen." Melanie murmured, and Blaise shot his sister a look that said quite clearly, you annoying little twit!
Melanie raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and we continued on, trudging through the massive grounds of Grace Cahill's estate.
"Does this path ever end?" I heard Brandon complain, and I cracked a smile. Leave it to Brandon to complain about something like the path when we could've been walking to our deaths.
"Yeah, at the manor house," Blaise hissed, and Brandon tossed him an angry look before marching up to walk with Artemis and I.
"I hate that guy," He whispered, his voice tight with fury. Artemis nodded and shrugged.
"We don't have much choice but to follow them, though. Right?" she lookied over at me, and I remembered that I was the oldest. Fourteen, since last week. I was supposed to lead them now. What had I gotten myself into?
"Right. We have to. If we can just make sure we're able to escape easily if anything goes wrong ..." I trailed off, thinking that if anything else went wrong, we'd just have to deal with it. In the last twenty-four hours, we'd seen it all. From Rose's funeral to the plane crash to Blaise acting like a jerk to being chased by Lucians to Blaise acting like a jerk to driving for hours thinking about our possible deaths to Blaise acting like a jerk ... well, it hadn't been pleasant.
"We're here," Melanie announced, walking up to the front door and knocking. I didn't think anyone could possibly hear a knock that faint in a house that massive, but the door swung open, and an older gentleman poked his head out to see who was there.
It was William McIntyre.
"Mr. McIntyre!" Artemis exlcaimed, seeming extremely pleased to finally see a friendly face. But now he looked somber and depressed, like he'd been to a funeral recently. Then I remembered he had; Rose's.
"Come in," He whispered, glancing down at us all. "But we don't have much time."
On that happy note, we all ducked inside and hurried to follow McIntyre down the winding hallways, and through the manor house of Grace Cahill.
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