Stolen time

IN TIME

Didn't come this weekend either. It's been three weeks, where the heck is she. Nimi frowned down at her plate, she loved food but it wasn't the same without Sara. "I'm done" she called out to Caleb who sat across from her.
"Nimi, you didn't eat a thing" he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "look", he sighed, "I know nothing is the same without Sara but-"
"Caleb I don't want to hear it, you can't tell me not be upset about Sara not coming back when I've been looking forward to seeing her for the past three weeks!" Nimi slammed her hands on the table. "What if she's dead! What if the BRETA destroyed her!"
"Don't talk about that, I'm sure she's fine and it's just a delay with her ship" Caleb said calmly.
"You live in your own little perfect bubble, in a place where everything is perfect don't you?" Nimi sneered. "Well let me bring you back to reality! Life is actually hard, people actually die every single day! The BRETA exist and they can kill anyone! Anyone Caleb, anyone."
"Nimi please don't-" Nimi pushed her plate away from her and shoved her chair under the table. Caleb sighed, if only I could get Sara to come home faster. He frowned and walked to his room.
CHAPTER TWO THE DOCK
Seagulls chirped and sequeled, the rusty ship float vaccent. The sound of crashing waves hitting the dock scurried through Sara's ears as she waited. "Well well well guess who decided to stop in", Sara spoke loudly over the waves.
"Oh put a sock in it Sara, would it hurt to not be on  time just once, then maybe I could get mad at you." Chora teased, her jet black hair flew in all directions.
Sara rolled her eyes,"if I were late no work would ever be done."
"Ok ok let's get to work then"
"Ok,well the propellers for the ship should have been here three weeks ago." Sara lifted her arm, the black band around her wrist started to glow blue and green, a hologram version of the propellers flickered in the air. "The propellers have been on delay I guess, no one who has ordered has got them" Chora put her hand on her chin in thinking position.
"For three weeks? Usually this site is reliable" Chora fixed her hair behind her ear.
"I have to go home, my family has been waiting for three weeks! They probably think I'm dead!" Sara's brows furrowed, "I'll take the ship without the propellers!"
Chora sighed, "I'm sorry Sara, but we have to wait, the ship could sink without the propellers or stop working all together"
Sara huffed and angerly walked off. The sky was getting dark and lit up with stars. The perfect night for an attack.
CHAPTER THREE SALT OF THE SEA
One hand on the gun and the other on the trigger. One eye through the gazer and the closed tight. All of the mind on getting the perfect shot. The death shot. Drax studied his target in the pale moonlight, platinum blonde hair, shimmery bright green eyes, he smiled grimly, "It'll be so much fun destroying you." Drax pulled his finger backwards and a glowing green bullet shot out, a loud firework sort of noise was emmited.
"What the-" Sara's words were stoped by the bullet she let out a large gasp and fell on the damp, dirty dock. Chora rushed over hastily.
"Sara!" She let out a loud cry and fell to her knees, "Sara everything is gonna be ok I promise"
"You're talking to the dead you know" Drax ascended from the darkness, "she's gone Chora" Sara's blood continued to seep through her shirt.
"Why, why would you do this! Who sent you!"
"That my dear, is classified information" Drax dissapered. Chora's eyes were red, her eyes driped as if the whole ocean had flown in trough her sadness, she held Sara tight, but no matter what she did, Sara was gone. She was now, the salt of the sea.
CHAPTER FOUR FIGURE IT OUT
WE ARE VERY SORRY TO INFORM YOU THAT THERE HAS BEEN A LOSS AMUNG AN INDIVIDUAL YOU HAVE HAD IN YOUR LIFE. WE INFORM YOU THAT HER NAME WAS SARA MASON, A MOURNING CEREMONY WILL BE HELD FEBUARY 16,2035. A FUNERAL WILL BE HOSTED BY RACHEAL KIMEL AND LILY TOFIL ON THE DATE: FEBUARY 26,2035. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CALL FOR A CONSOLING CEREMONY AFTER THE FUNERAL. AGAIN WE ARE VERY SORRY FOR YOU LOSS, SHE IS ALSO A VERY BIG LOSS TO OUR DOCKS.- MADRID DOCKS.
Nimi slowly read the letter over again, her heart felt stabbed with every word, every space was another tear, then another. She tried to read the letter again, but her eyes begged for a break like her aching soul. Blurred with tears she tried to walk forward, she stumbled over. "Caleb!" She cried as loud as she could.
"Nimi, what's wrong!?" Caleb called worried as he ran into the living room. Caleb grabbed the letter out of her hand, he read silently as Nimi sobbed into her arms. Caleb suddenly felt limp, he dropped his hand to his side, he dropped the letter as a tear fell down his face. His expression sudunly changed, his brows furrowed, his hands clutched into fists, he snatched the letter off of the ground. Caleb tore the paper down the middle and then down again.
"This isn't true!" He sobbed, "It couldn't be."
"But it is Caleb, it's real. Sara's dead." Nimi whispered through her tears. Caleb held Nimi for a few minutes while they mourned, finally Caleb said something. "Do you want to go to all of the ceremony's?" Caleb asked consciously.
"Yes"