Terror

Chapter Twelve

In the outside world, people saw the chaos that a pretty teenager started. Those around them felt an earthquake when a grocery store was taken into that bubble. The gust sent a wave of wind, with most of them flying to the ground. People were injured or killed during the accident, which some actually called awesome.

Cassandra was a trend on Twitter, Facebook, and many other social media platforms. People speculated on what she did, but nobody came up with a solid answer. Although that had been the first time in ten months that people had seen the inside of Simcoe again. Heather Harp wasn't a witness to the chaos, but she had seen the pictures.

Ironically, Jason and Greyson had both been present. They didn't stop the girl, but something about her seemed familiar. Examining one video from YouTube, she saw that the sour glare wasn't one of happiness. That girl knew what she was doing with those supernatural powers.

"People have speculated, but no one has come up with a solid answer," John Iverson said, sitting in a hospital bed.

John was her husband, who was on the scene when the earthquake happened. He was a police officer who went to the scene after hearing about people seeing three children when that cage had given them a view.

Heather Harp sat in a red chair in the corner, glancing up from her phone at all the news articles. The light shone into the hospital room while she tried to think of an answer.

"It's not that; it's her looks and that power," Heather explained.

How was she having a normal conversation when she should have realized her twin boys knew each other? They might even know the truth, but Heather didn't.

There was a knock on the hospital door, and she saw Roger Bolton. He held up a document as she left the room, sitting in two seats near the elevator.

"Cassandra Russell-Newman, also known as Scarlett Russell and Greyson Newman's child, according to a girl named Mallory," Roger revealed. "Unfortunately, we can't meet with Cassandra, Jason, or Greyson due to them doing a suicide mission. According to one boy named James, Ashley is responsible for everything."

Heather felt her whole body grow cold, pressing her lips together. How did Ashley become responsible for this occurrence? It's not that she could magically create this whole thing.

"However, we're going to meet with my daughter. We'd have to go now if you want to understand their knowledge," Roger stated.

The two stood from the chairs in the hospital at Collingwood General. Climbing inside the busy elevator with both nurses and visitors. People talked about the incident, but mostly about how they could see their children. Well, maybe not now that Cassandra has brought Foodland into that place with an invisible force.

Both of them loaded into a black Lexus and drove down the busy streets. When they pulled into a meeting spot near where the chaos had happened, Roger showed his ID, allowing them through. They parked in the empty lot of Foodland before seeing two girls standing nearby. Heather walked with Roger as one of the girls held up a small whiteboard.

Roger waved a hand at the one girl, holding his own whiteboard with a red marker. Nevaeh looked smug, while Cindy appeared with crossed arms. Heather could tell it was Lisa Yung's daughter, but this wasn't the same Cindy she knew. It made her wonder why she wasn't with Melany.

"What is going on?" Roger asked while writing on the whiteboard.

Nevaeh said something, but they didn't hear anything until the last couple of words. "And death. Ashley is trying to kill us all. It's awful, and I'm pretty sure she's burned most of Simcoe. Let's see, where do we start? Oh, probably back before the vanishing."