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Nah, it's not going to be 120 pages long.
THE BACKSTORY
This whole novel was inspired by a little comic I had made, between me and a couple of friends. (Lina, Rita, and others) It was called Fedora Fandango, and the main character wore a trademark hat. She got kidnapped a couple of times, and was a jounalist for a newspaper.
It ended around last year, when I was too busy to continue. When I started writing on Wattpad, I found this story to be so similar to the comic, ironically. I laughed at the fact alone. How could Miss Fedora have come this far? The question still makes me wonder.
Lina (Carol), and Rita (Benritzy), this chapter is dedicated to you guys becasue you've altered my life by helping me write through FF. I can't thank you enough.
Alicia, Stella and Bryn, three of Lina's friends who helped me with inspiration for this chapter, I have not forgotten about you. Who knew what an umbrella could do? And yes Stella; I will take your idea into consideration...hehehe...
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"Sto, we have to get out of here." Nathaniel whimpered.
"What-why?" I had just been in bliss reading. I was a little ticked off.
"A guy came into the library, he had a lighter...he also had matches and tinder, from what I saw. Stormy, he's going to burn the library down." My mouth gaped. Who would do that?
My mind flashed back again. I was reading another paper.
"Standing tall with a stained glass dome, and thousands upon thousands of books, stands this amazing library. It holds the theories of several successful scientists...
That's all I needed to remember. I leapt to my feet and began running towards the 'W' section.
"Wevel..Wevel...Here.." I picked out Wevel's book on his space theories, as well as the interdiemensional theories' book, just as the alarm went off. It made my ears ring.
"Let's scram," Nathaniel whispered. I led him down a spiral staircase, and through a hall, just as the air temp began to heat up. I was extremely sensitive to it, my brow began perspiring, my breathing heavy. Nathaniel noticed my struggle, he pulled me on.
"A little farther..." He muttered, but stopped when we both faced a wall of fire. It hissed and sizzled the nearby books.
"We...we have to save the books I'm holding..." I sputtered under my cough. Nathaniel lifted me onto his back, he was stronger than I expected.
"One, two three!" He charged through a small gap in the fire, just barely scathed by the flame. He yelled a battle-like cry as I passed out.
"Sto..." I heard him cry out.
I woke up on a park bench I think, on my back. Nathaniel had left a note, smeared by the recent rain.
Be back soon. Stay put. Library is in ashes. I saved your books.
N
Following his intruction, I pulled my knees closer to my chest, and waited out whatever time was left before Nathaniel came back.
Nathaniel did come back indeed. The arsonist, I could tell by the lighter and matches, was dragging him towards me, by the elbow, same way Carson did it. That's awfully fishy, I thought.
"'See...'See your friend?" He grunted.
"Yes, yes sir." I muttered. The arsonist used his free hand to point the tip of an umbrella at Nathaniel, who looked scared about it. I stared a little too long.
"You, kid. You staring at my umbrella? You want to know why I pointed the 'brella?" I bit my lip.
"You had two interesting books, ye did. Ye wanted to know Lindon's theories. I'm going to brun these here books, yes I am. Ye won't get to learn about this here theory." He pointed the umbrella at me, I saw the point as the tip of a gun, ready to fire, I would bet ten bucks on it.
"No you won't!!" I heard. A teenager, roughly the same age as me, tackled brella-man. She wrenched his left arm back, further and further. Brella-man's face was in agony.
"Let go, you're hurting him!" I yelled absentmindedly.
"Wasn't that your intention?" She asked in a strong Australian accent*.
"In a sense, yes and no." The girl stamped down on Brella-man's back to prevent him from moving.
"Hm, indecisive, eh? I'm Caroline - no- Carolina - no - Lina - no - Oh whatEVER, call me Carol." She snapped. I liked Carol's spunk. I also like her sense of style, complimenting her light-brown bun (with two whisps hanging down behind her ears) with a simple vest and jeans.
"Call me Stormy, and this is Nathaniel." I didn't bother asking where I was, something in me didn't want to know. "Man, I'm starving."
"You like gyros? There's a thrifty gyro stand nearby, heard they're good." I smirked at Carol's suggestion.
"What about the guy with the umbrella? I have your books.." Nathaniel smiled, and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks." I mentioned. "I think Brella's unconsious." For good measure, Carol snapped his gun somehow.
"I seem to have found my herd," I whispered to Nathaniel, then noticed that Carol was a good twenty yards away.
"Hurry up, lovebirds!" I heard her yell as we scowled and picked up our paces.
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Sorry about the short chappy, I hope the backstory was entertaining.
Sto
*First thing that came to mind when thinking of this character, I do not favror/discriminate against Australian people.
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PertualanganAll Stormy Triston did was interview a leading scientist, no biggie. He leaked to her his master theory, still no biggie. Snoop in her notes? A little less than normal but bearable, it was Wevel's fault on releasing the theory. Add not-Carson, a lo...
