Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 13, 2009 19:03:49 GMT -5
Chapter Forty-Nine – Missing Children
Wyatt and Chris stood outside the door of an apartment directly above theirs. Next to the door a small memorial was set up around the picture of a small girl. Flowers surrounded a small doll.
Chris looked at Wyatt with raised eyebrows. “Shelby’s mom is a little morbid.”
Wyatt shrugged. “She knows her husband didn’t take Shelby, so she figures Shelby is dead.”
Chris sighed. “I don’t see anything useful here.”
Wyatt crouched down and pulled a hair off the doll. He put it into a plastic bag and grinned at Chris. “Just in case we have to summon him.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Show off. Where to next?”
“Sunny’s memorial stone.”
“Lead the way.”
Wyatt glanced around and orbed out, quickly followed by Chris.
It was a small garden filled with miniature tombstones. The whole thing was enclosed by a short white picket fence with a gate to let people in. The two brothers orbed in and looked around. Wyatt frowned as he looked at the first grave. Chris merely glances at them in search of a name as Wyatt’s frown grew with each grave he looked at. “Hey, Chris, did you notice the dates?”
Chris’ eyebrows rose as he read the date on the stone in front of him aloud, “February 2, 2003.”
Wyatt scowled at him. “Does it really?”
Chris nodded.
“I thought magic stopped that day.”
“Quit bragging.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Facts are facts.”
“Prophesy boy.”
“Jealous.”
“You’d better believe it.” He was laughing a little.
“It’s no big deal.”
“Says the guy who has one.”
Wyatt shook his head, smiling. Sobering he announced, “Every death date I’ve read so far has been February 2, my birthday. Think all of these kids are his victims?”
“Could be,” Chris admitted. “There must be two dozen graves here.” He stopped as a name caught his eyes. “I found Karma.”
Wyatt hurried over to his side and looked down at the grave. Sure enough it was Karma’s memorial stone. He looked up at the sign over the gate and read the backwards metal letters. “Memorial Garden. Might be a cute name or it might mean there isn’t even one body here.” When Chris didn’t respond he turned around to look at his brother Chris just stood there rooted in place staring into the distance. Wyatt followed the direction of his gaze. He saw what appeared to be a giant black blob shaped something like a human body building headed toward than. “I guess I found our demon.”