The sequel to Jeremy Fraser, chapter 1
The girl stood in front of the tombstone, holding a boquet of white lilies. A single tear ran down her face, ladning in front of Jeremy's grave. She dropped the lilies onto the ground, then walked away without looking back. She walked on the sidewalk towards her new home, her arms folded in front of her.
Ten years after the tragic inncident where her only friend was killed, Molly was now twenty and trying to start her own life. She had yet to notice, but after dear Jeremy Fraser's death, she had gained some sort of popularity. Though she still had no friends, people would recgonize her on the street and give her glares. They all blamed her for the death of Jeremy, which they had every right to, since she threw the spear.
The wind started to pick up, her long dark brown hair flying in her face. She ignored it and walked on, wanting to get home as fast as she could. She felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and there stood once again the guard at seven feet away. They really liked to rub in that they had longer arms then everyone it seems,"Excuse me, Miss. You are not wearing your mask," he said he a deep voice.
"I would like to know why we have to wear them before I do," she said.
The guard glared at her, "So that we know who is a villager and who is an enemy," he replied.
"Enemy? Who could possibly be an enemy?" she asked, practically yelling.
"Please, Miss, you're disturbing the peace..." he muttered.
"Peace? What peace?" she asked, getting louder.
"Please, just get your mask and wear it or we will be forced to attack," he said, then walked away.
Molly watched him walk away, then turned back around, muttering to herself, "Peace my ass..."
She walked up the stairs leading to her house. She unlocked the door, stepped in and then closed the door behind her. She gave a little sigh and looked towards the right. On the wall hung the pig shaped mask she used during the ressurection of Jeremy. She glared at a litle while longer, then turned away and walked further into her new home. It was a sad excuse for a house, but it was the best she could do for now, as she was unemployed because the employers either hated her for killing Jeremy, or they had just forgotten about her. She sat down on the only piece of furniture throughout the entire house save a refridgerator and a microwave, was a chair. She opened the book that rested on the armrest, the book that she had read so many times before, but it was her only form of entertaiment now-a-days.
She heard a knock on the door a while later. Thinking it was just a figment of her imagination, she ignored it and continued on with the book.The knock came again, only louder this time. She looked up from her book and leaned over in a way so that she could see the front door. Sure enough, someone could be seen waiting through the window. She sighed, and put down the book and put it back on the armrest. She stood up and made her way towards the door. She opened the door and there stood a girl, about average hieght. She was wearing a black and white checkered jacket over a white shirt, a knee-length black skirt and black flats. Upon her head was a sort of hat that matched her jacket, "I don't want anything, thank you," Molly said polietly, then started to close the door.
The girl put her foot in the way, "I'm not selling anything," she said, a smile on her face.
Molly gave her an odd look, "Then what for?" she asked.
"My name is Lindsey Wells, and I'm here to help you," she said, her smile growing bigger.
"Help me with what?" Molly questioned.
Lindsey laughed,"I know what happened ten years ago, silly!" she said cheerfully.
Molly grew wide-eyed, then slammed the door shut. Lindsey's smile dissapeared, "Just what I had expected you to do..." she said to herself. She knocked on the door again, "I want to help," she called out.
"How you could you help? There is nothing needing your help or anybody else," came Molly's muffled voice.
Lindsey sighed, then smiled once again as she came up with an idea. "Oh please do hurry and open the door. I'm afraid one of Nick's guards will see me here... He and I are not very good friends, you know..." she said.
She heared a barely audaible "Fine," and the door was opened. Molly held the door open for Lindsey, and she walked into the small house.
"Now what exactly do I need help with?" Molly asked, following Lindsey into the main room.
"Straight to the point, are we?" Lindsey said, looking around.
"That's why you're here isn't it?" Molly asked, watching her.
Lindsey looked down at the book and smiled, "You've been reading this a lot, haven't you?" she asked, looking at Molly now.
"Is that why you are here or not?" Molly asked again, growing angry.
"Yes and no..." Lindsey said.
"Yes and no? Why are you really here?" Molly asked, her voice rising.
Lindsey looked back at her, "I told you, to help you." she said cheerfully.
"Help me with what?" Molly asked.
Lindsey smiled, "Bringing back Jeremy."
Ten years after the tragic inncident where her only friend was killed, Molly was now twenty and trying to start her own life. She had yet to notice, but after dear Jeremy Fraser's death, she had gained some sort of popularity. Though she still had no friends, people would recgonize her on the street and give her glares. They all blamed her for the death of Jeremy, which they had every right to, since she threw the spear.
The wind started to pick up, her long dark brown hair flying in her face. She ignored it and walked on, wanting to get home as fast as she could. She felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and there stood once again the guard at seven feet away. They really liked to rub in that they had longer arms then everyone it seems,"Excuse me, Miss. You are not wearing your mask," he said he a deep voice.
"I would like to know why we have to wear them before I do," she said.
The guard glared at her, "So that we know who is a villager and who is an enemy," he replied.
"Enemy? Who could possibly be an enemy?" she asked, practically yelling.
"Please, Miss, you're disturbing the peace..." he muttered.
"Peace? What peace?" she asked, getting louder.
"Please, just get your mask and wear it or we will be forced to attack," he said, then walked away.
Molly watched him walk away, then turned back around, muttering to herself, "Peace my ass..."
She walked up the stairs leading to her house. She unlocked the door, stepped in and then closed the door behind her. She gave a little sigh and looked towards the right. On the wall hung the pig shaped mask she used during the ressurection of Jeremy. She glared at a litle while longer, then turned away and walked further into her new home. It was a sad excuse for a house, but it was the best she could do for now, as she was unemployed because the employers either hated her for killing Jeremy, or they had just forgotten about her. She sat down on the only piece of furniture throughout the entire house save a refridgerator and a microwave, was a chair. She opened the book that rested on the armrest, the book that she had read so many times before, but it was her only form of entertaiment now-a-days.
She heard a knock on the door a while later. Thinking it was just a figment of her imagination, she ignored it and continued on with the book.The knock came again, only louder this time. She looked up from her book and leaned over in a way so that she could see the front door. Sure enough, someone could be seen waiting through the window. She sighed, and put down the book and put it back on the armrest. She stood up and made her way towards the door. She opened the door and there stood a girl, about average hieght. She was wearing a black and white checkered jacket over a white shirt, a knee-length black skirt and black flats. Upon her head was a sort of hat that matched her jacket, "I don't want anything, thank you," Molly said polietly, then started to close the door.
The girl put her foot in the way, "I'm not selling anything," she said, a smile on her face.
Molly gave her an odd look, "Then what for?" she asked.
"My name is Lindsey Wells, and I'm here to help you," she said, her smile growing bigger.
"Help me with what?" Molly questioned.
Lindsey laughed,"I know what happened ten years ago, silly!" she said cheerfully.
Molly grew wide-eyed, then slammed the door shut. Lindsey's smile dissapeared, "Just what I had expected you to do..." she said to herself. She knocked on the door again, "I want to help," she called out.
"How you could you help? There is nothing needing your help or anybody else," came Molly's muffled voice.
Lindsey sighed, then smiled once again as she came up with an idea. "Oh please do hurry and open the door. I'm afraid one of Nick's guards will see me here... He and I are not very good friends, you know..." she said.
She heared a barely audaible "Fine," and the door was opened. Molly held the door open for Lindsey, and she walked into the small house.
"Now what exactly do I need help with?" Molly asked, following Lindsey into the main room.
"Straight to the point, are we?" Lindsey said, looking around.
"That's why you're here isn't it?" Molly asked, watching her.
Lindsey looked down at the book and smiled, "You've been reading this a lot, haven't you?" she asked, looking at Molly now.
"Is that why you are here or not?" Molly asked again, growing angry.
"Yes and no..." Lindsey said.
"Yes and no? Why are you really here?" Molly asked, her voice rising.
Lindsey looked back at her, "I told you, to help you." she said cheerfully.
"Help me with what?" Molly asked.
Lindsey smiled, "Bringing back Jeremy."
