Vanished
Chapter 11
Hello there, It’s Sally again. I think it would be best if I narrate this part of the story, only I can tell it as it should be told…
The rain put out the fire, but it took all night.
As the fire and smoke cleared and everyone was found again it seemed everyone was alright.
But not everyone was found.
When the fire had gone, so had Anastasia.
She was no where in the town, she must have ran off.
Were all worried.
Anastasia is dangerous, and not just to us, but to herself.
I looked out of the window in the Doctors lab, wondering where she could be.
“Ouch!” Yelled a voice from behind me.
Emma was in the lab too.
When Anastasia threw her into the car the impact tore through her aluminium skin, exposing some wires and circuits. Luckily, Doctor Finklestein was there to help. Emma was taken to the lab so the Doctor could help fix the damage.
The Doctor was trying to weld Emma’s metal skin back together.
“Ow!!!” Emma cried. “Watch where your pointing that thing, Doc! It’s red hot!”
“Do you want me to fix you arm or not, Emma Donnahue?”
“Listen, Doc, just ‘cause I’m made of metal, doesn’t mean I can’t feel pain!”
“I’m very aware of that, but if I don’t use a rod at at least four-hundred degrees then the ripped metal of your skin wont weld back together.”
“For your information I can heal myself! Just like any living thing! I am alive!”
I listened to them argue in the background as I gazed out of the window and into the town square.
I saw that Jack was in the town. He trying to explain to the citizens exactly what had happened to Anastasia.
The pervious night had taken them all by surprise. Not even that…it shocked them all. They all knew that Annie was ill, perhaps just a fever. But they didn’t know that Annie had been hurting herself and others, or that she had to be restrained and sedated. They had no idea that Anastasia had developed a split personality.
“What’s wrong with her?!” Called out Mr Hydes.
“How long had this happed?!” Asked the Oldest Vampire.
“Is their a cure?!” Yelled out the tall Witch.
“Hold on, everyone!” Jack called back.
Everyone had so many questions, Jack couldn’t answer them all at once.
“I’ll try my best to answer any question you have. But please, one at a time!” Jack called through the Mayor’s microphone.
The town citizens probably had a thousand questions, it was no surprise. They all worried for Anastasia, the little girl who made their Halloween so special.
I too was so incredibly worried.
I continued to gaze out of the window at the horizon, wondering where the dear little Anastasia Rose could be…
Beyond the town, the buildings and the walls…
Beyond the cemetery, the tome stones and the gates…
In the bleak, fog filled, dripping wet, grey grass field…a nine-year-old little girl named Anastasia Rose was wandering aimlessly in the deserted fields.
In the freezing cold, Annie was staggering around barefoot on the ice cold ground, the wet and damp squashing under her feet.
It was still raining.
As Anastasia looked up the rain drops dripped on her face.
She rapidly blinked as the rain pattered round her eyes, reducing her sight.
But as she gazed up into the misty atmosphere, she saw something just visible above her head.
It was the spiral of spiral hill.
Anastasia fell to her knees as she continued to gaze up. She then looked down and placed her hands onto the muddy ground.
Anastasia rested on her hands and knees and stared down at her reflection in a murky puddle.
She saw her face…the markings, the cuts and grazes, the blood still bleeding, her eyes ringed and tired…
And then, as she stared into the reflection of her own eyes, she saw a dark, shadowed face replace her own.
Anastasia slowly lifted her head back up and gazed into the overcast in the sky.
“Heaven help me…” She whispered.
