Janet POV
"Lives in Fortane, Assone," I read from my computer. After I had seen that newspaper article, I decided to find him on the Internet.
It wasn't stalking, it was chasing the one that got away, it was chasing fate and destiny.
Right?
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With my ghostly powers and my jet pack, I sped along the coastline, flying high up in the sky. This was fun, actually. Feeling the adrenaline rush of travelling at crazy speeds was way more fun than I had ever imagined, even though I couldn't feel any wind brushing my cheeks.
I was almost at Fortane already—two cities away, in fact. But these were very difficult ones to navigate. Full of mountains, hills, blimps and skyscrapers. I could certainly pass through those. But it gave me a weird cold rush when I did, and plus the mountains were so large that I would be stuck without vision for quite a while if I rammed into one of them, given I could t see through objects.
Nevertheless, I made it through all fine. All the long way to Fortane. A very long way, in fact.
Didn't matter, I had already reach Fortane. And according to my research, all I had to do to find Fang was scan the city skyline for a gigantic mansion, bigger than a museum.
Fortane was a humongous city, but it took me less than a minute before I found the mansion. It looked regal, intimidating and homey at the same time. The gardens were full of beautiful blooming flowers like bluebells, bougainvillea, orchids and roses. The large mansion glittered with jewels of all sorts ; turquoise, amethyst, rose quartz, diamond, garnet, topaz...it even had gold walls that glittered under the rays of the bright sunlight.
The home of an immensely wealthy family, I realised. Though I had never ever seen such an impressive and intricately designed fortress in my life. Made sense that Fang and his father lived here—they were the freaking stars of Brawlywood, they were probably billionaires.
There were numerous guards lining the fortress, all rigid and on the alert. Luckily, I was a ghost and literally invisible. I phased through the north towers, then began to explore the enormous building and attempt to find Fang's room. The halls were all beautifully decorated with numerous works of art, adorned by red and yellow carpets, with chandeliers lighting the way.
I passed uncountable doors for who knows what, before I finally stopped in front of one door that was close to the main entrance of the building. Around the door, there were no others to see for miles around. Which probably meant this room was humongous.
It could still have been Fang, his mother or his father's room—basically, anyone's guess. But a few gold letters intricately carved into the ornate door told me the answer.
"Fang," I read.
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The One That Got Away | Fang x Janet
FanfictionYears have passed, and Janet's been left all alone. The one that got away hasn't surfaced yet, and Janet has been stuck in a stage of waiting for a very long time. Everyone she once knew is dead, and the world has changed greatly. She's almost about...
