Ruthless and Ivory (Twilight Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25: Ribbon

Chapter 25 - Ribbon

Chicago News:

"Officials continue to investigate the inexplicable break-in at the Opera House in downtown Chicago nearly two months ago—where dozens of men and women died. Reporters say a charity event was interrupted by armed men who charged the premises searching for the honorary guest and multi billion dollar entrepreneur, Nicholi Aro.

The 80-year old, second largest theater in the U.S. was severely damaged, decorated in corpses still remaining after the most tragic event in the history of Chicago state settled. Most deaths were guardsknown to have worked alongside Aro's large group of followers. At the devastating scene, many innocent guests were also severely injured or killed, trampled upon while trying to escape the premises. The guest of honor and the gunmen to blame were not found.

Since then, officials have contacted and found the entrepreneur alive and well, and he is cooperating with investigation. Lieutenant Charles Swan of Chicago PD has made multiple public appearances to speak on Mr. Aro's behalf, asking for the privacy all the bereaved need in these trying times.

Most sources believe this tragic night was an act of protest against a new medical discovery by the Phoenix and Aro Corporation which will impact the lives of this city and around the nation. More details on this story at our eleven o'clock news. Stay tuned."

I push a few buttons on my keyboard. They illuminate. Gone.I can't hear more bad news about the Berry as a result of the attack. How was anyone supposed to know Carlisle's unit would barge in and take over the show. To make a point. To sabotage the plans of Aro and eliminate him. The news anchor was right. Why else would they have come?

It didn't work. Aro is still alive.

I haven't heard from Azar. I don't know if he got out. If he's still alive. I breathe a sigh of nerves and anxiety hoping he did. God, I hope he did. I couldn't take it if he was gone because of me. I couldn't bear it. My hope is that he's hiding. I wish for it so badly.

I sit back in my desk chair trying to take a cleansing breath before I click another link, another article, another story I'm trying to find. I don't know what I'm trying to find, but it tugs at my heart. I need something, finding clues again like I used to. Anything.

All I come across are thieves and car wrecks, political figures trying to change the world but only making it worse, even news on reality show celebrities. Nothing.

The knock at the door is faint but insistent. The daily beck and call. I stand.

Paul is hesitant. His eyes scan me from head to toe. It's weird. I'm not used to this from him. Since that awful night at the opera house he's been acting...nice. Maybe caring. Or worried? I'm not sure. The next night after Sue left me to think, the door knocked, just the same as now. He had a white foam cup with a lid and one of those brown sleeves.

"For me?" I asked. He pushed it towards me, no words. I just stared at him with narrowed, bloodshot eyes he watched too closely. His eyes rolled with annoyance.

"Just...take it," he snapped, walking out. Nevertheless, it was warmth in a cup. I didn't die of poisoning. I don't think I would've mindthat night if I did.

"You alright?"

Paul speaks. I snap back from my thoughts and look up at his parted lips.

"Until you came..." I trail off with a shrug. He sighs, gripping the door jam. "Wheres my coffee?"

"What makes you think I bought you one?"

"Oh...so you don't want to kill me today? That's...generous of you," I say. He shakes his head and his faint smirk turns to a frown.