A Dangerous Secret Revealed

Chapter 4

Grazilda and I were now safe, in her office once again.

"Grazilda?" I asked the one-inched Grazilda standing on her big desk. "Aren't you going to make yourself normal sized again?" Grazilda walked around her table, looking for something. Theh she shook her head slowly, showing a peice of paper tens times bigger her own size to me. The page was filled with scribbles on different kinds of potion names.

"So far, no Takinyo or Superhero have found a potion to cure the Shrinking Spell. The first Shrinking Spell potion was made by Ellie. She mixed all the potions her hands found. She did this on my parents, actaully, before she poisoned them. I've been trying to find the perfect potion - (She pointed to a small shelf filled with all shapes and sizes off bottle.) -to cure people who had the Shrinking Spell."

No wonder why I've never learned or heard of this potion - no one had the cure to it, and so teachers of course didn't want students everywhere shrinking.

"So - You're gonna stay like that..forever?"
"No," She shook her head, finally putting the paper down,"It'll last for about a week."
"Oh," I was relieved to hear that.

"Until then, I will be no help for you," Grazilda stated. What can I do about James now?
"But--
"Oh!" Grazilda squealed. "I think I know something that could help you..." She started walking around her big desk again, slightly kicking some papers. She showed me a device the size of my palm. It was black, and the screen had only one thing in it: A small green dot.

"What's this?" I asked, confused.
"It's a tracking device...." Grazilda pressed some buttons on it,"That is broken...Yeah, it's a hundred years old. No battery AND broken..." She finished then I groaned sliently.

This is hopeless. Where could James ever be? My mind started imagining myself giving up on finding him...going on with my life without James, forgetting abiut him. I can't let that happen. There's still a signal of hope: maybe Joan could help me.

"It's alright," I said, even though it's not alright. "I gotto go...you know, wash up and stuff, just tell me if you found anything," I bid her goodbye and left quickly. Joan may not be my Watcher anymore, (No more Watchers at a certain age) but she's still my best friend.
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"Catherine!" I saw Mom sitting on the sofa, waiting anxiously. How long was I gone? She took my hand and examined it--

"Why is there blood here?! And why is your shirt so dirty and full of blood--
"It's not my blood Mom! It's Ellie's..." I assured her.
"Who?" Mom asked in confusion.
"Let me wash up then I'll explain." I told her and shut the bathroom door to change.
"Okay, make it quick! Tell me what happened," She called through the door.
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An hour and a half later, I was done explaining everything to her, and she looked extremely...astonished and furious.
"Meaning to say, Ellie...she took James. For what reason?"
"That's what we don't know," I told her,"And we also don't know WHERE she is keeping him!" I said.
"And Mom," I added. "Joan might be able to help me."
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"Snooks Street, House Number 154...." Joan said thoughtfully. "Rings a bell to me."

My ears perked up at that. "But Grazilda said it doesn't exist. Said it was made up and fake."
"Oh," She said, finally remembering something. "Wait, no. It was Sooks Street..not Snooks." I sighed...Well so far...

"Want to give it a check?" Joan suggested.
"Well..." I said. It was worth a try...Maybe Ellie said "Snooks" on purpose to make me confused and to give up. "Let's take the risk."
"Right. First thing in the morning?" Joan asked.

I nodded. The earlier the better.
"Wait," I said, which caused Joan to pause from turing the doorknob. "Is it far from here?"
"Well..." She thought for a while. "Depends on what your source of transportation is."

She left abruptly after that and slammed the front door shut. Seems strange if you ask me. Joan acted like she was in such a hurry to get out of my house...

I have bigger problems than this. I shrugged the thought of and lied down on James's bed, formerly mine.

My little brain kept thinking of solutions and possibilities of where Ellie has been hiding James. And also why...

I stood up from James's neat and ordely bed. Opening the windows to let in some fresh air, a cold gust of wind flew past me. I shivered. Felt like...someone's watching me. Then I heard something.

Papers. I looked over my shoulder. Sure enough, a bunch of papers were scattered around in midair, slowly falling to the floor. The papers were old...yellow and brown spots on the corners were seen.

I collected the papers and took a brisk glance at each. At each page was a barely readable word. Red ink was used To be honest, the color of the ink rather looked like...blood. Or maybe I just haven't gotten over Ellie's blood on my hands.

In very messy, untidy and irregular sized letters on the first page: Days.
Second paper: Straynge
Third: Bin
Fourth: Tings
Fifth: Dees
Sixth: Hapening

I stared at the papers, weighing the meanings of these words. Rather made-up words. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to figure it out.

After a short while I gave up. I started to crumple the papers all together.

At this very moment it happend again. A cold gust of wind, even colder than the previous. But how is that when I've already closed the windows? Not long after the wind I heard papers again. My heart started to pound. Where were these papers coming from?

And then, as if it was leaking rain, papers started to flow. Right from the celing.
When each paper was halfway from flowing, a purple-ish gas would surround it.
I stood up suddenly, my head up, looking at each paper and waiting for it to fall down before collecting it. The almost crumpled papers awhile ago were now lying safely on the study table, as I've noticed, each paper was perfectly straight and without flaw. Through out all my training and education, never have I seen anything like this.

Once the papers stopped falling and the purple-ish gas began to go away, I bundled the second batch of papers and again, saw the same blood red ink with the same untidy handwriting.

First page: Like
Second: Sumone
Third: Wach
Fourth: Me.
Fifth: Fill

Again I sat down and tried to figure this out. First of all, where, specifically, had these come from? Second, whose are these papers? Third, how did that happen? Fourth, what shall I do with these?

In the end I decided not to throw it away, but put it somewhere safe in the meantime. I found an old shoebox under the bed and emptied all the things inside to put all the papers. Unless....

"Mom, Mom!" I called out urgently. "Come quick! I think I discovered something, Mom!"

(Author's Note
Okay, okay...sorry for the late update...I'm trying to make each chapter nice...so I needed some more time....So maybe I'll update once in two days? Okay anyway, if you thought this chaoter was not so nice...well, I'll do my best for the next chapters! :) And thanks for reading :)