JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Neon Soul

CHAPTER 17: Miracle

             "Man, hopefully, Vanessa knows a carpenter or something too," said Jorgia as she walked towards her living room from the nearby staircase.

"I didn't notice until now that my kitchen has seen some wear and tear since I moved here."

She approached the fridge and grabbed a box of cereal from its top. She placed it on the counter behind her and opened the fridge door.

"While I don't mind that Elijah is staying with me, the food situation is taking a bit of a beating. Like dude, this is my milk," she complained out loud while rummaging through the cold items.

"I'll have to pick some up either today or sometime soon."

She selected a carton of near-empty milk and closed the door. She placed it on the counter next to the cereal and reached for a bowl from a nearby cabinet.

"How am I supposed to explain this broken drawer when he comes home? 'Sorry, Dad, I used the drawer as a weapon against this psycho with mind control powers.' He still won't be here for two weeks, though. Which is good since we haven't even gotten the second relic yet. Wouldn't want him to be in danger."

Above her, Jorgia heard the pipes in the ceiling fill with water.

"Sounds like he's up and showering. He better not get upset when he comes downstairs and finds out I had the last of the milk, which was mine anyway. Heh, he's changed. He's not a complete scaredy pants anymore, well, at least not all of the time."

Jorgia walked back to the cereal with a spoon in hand before she momentarily froze. Her eyes stared at the spot on the floor when Cyreen had dropped her. The pain she felt in that fight was unforgettable. She tried to continue forward, but her legs would not move. Her eyes were locked on the spot, and the memories of that day had hijacked her mind. She could never forget the taste of her blood in her mouth. The sharp aches that surged through her body as Cyreen punched her in the stomach. At that moment, Jorgia felt utterly helpless. And she never wanted to feel like that again.

"You're fine; it's just a spot on the floor. Just calm down and get to the damn cereal," she said to herself, taking deep breaths and slow steps. Eventually, Jorgia was at the counter, pouring the cereal and then milk into the bowl.

"The Fatal Eight... stand users that she picked out herself. Just how many users are really in the city?" she thought in between chews. Suddenly, her front door flew open with a loud slam. And before Jorgia's eyes was a panting Lucas. He was hunched over and exasperated. But his face was the very definition of hopelessness and worry.

"He's gone, Jorgia! They... They took him!"

"Woah woah, dude, just calm down and explain what happened," she said as she rushed to his side.

"Who's gone?"

"My brother! Sammy's gone! I-I woke up this morning, and on the floor of my bed was a note. Here," said Lucas as he handed the note to Jorgia.

'Because of your involvement with our fair lady, we have taken more drastic measures. Fear not. The child is safe. If you want to find him, he's at Vetter Park. But be prepared to pay with your lives. G-'

"Jorgia, I... I can't lose my brother! Besides my grandparents, he's the only family I have left! Who knows what they'll do to — Jorgia? What are you doing?"

She turned around and walked towards the door, leaving her half-finished cereal behind.

"Lucas, you coming? We know the spot. Vetter Park. They won't hurt him; they're using him to get to us. C'mon, let's go. Let's get your brother back. And give whoever took him one hell of a beating," said Jorgia with a serious yet reassuring grin. She reached out her hand and pulled Lucas to his feet. The two locked eyes, mirroring each other's smiles.