Do You ℓσνє Me

Chapter 22, Satisfying Curiosity

No one's POV
"No no no no no, I'm not doing it Pacifica!" She forced her eyes to be as doll-like as humanly possible, Puckering her lips to further emphasize the cuteness.

"Arghhhhhhhh!" He groaned,"ENOUGH WITH THE FACE!!!" He pushed a hand towards Pacifica's face, squinting as though it were a bright light blinding his vision.

"Hmmmmmm-FINE!" Gideon admitted, welcoming defeat. He released his arms from his flinching position, crossing them in an obviously annoyed manner.

See a trail of bloody footprints, follow it... logic. Gideon thought, while being dragged by Pacifica.

Pacifica bent over to examine the blood soaked grass, " See this Gid? It looks likes someone got hurt, and-"

"WELL NO SHANK, SHMEBULOCK!" Gideon through his arms in he air, frustrated, "HOW CAN YOU SEE A BLOODY TRAIL OF HUMAN FOOTPRINTS, AND THINK... HMMMM THIS PERSON MUST BE DOING EXACTLY FINE! NO, THEY MUST BE HAVING THE TIME OF THEIR LIVES! I BET THERE'S NO PHYSICAL DAMAGE DONE TO THEIR-"

Gideon's words were stopped by a slap across the face. He was surprised, rebooting his system,"Thanks... I-I needed that."

"Ya done now?" Pacifica asked, annoyed. Gideon nodded, rolling his eyes. "Ok, good. Now let me finish. Someone must've gotten hurt, and I'm kinda scared that, that someone is someone I know... so— I wanna find out who it was."

"Are ju sure zar vollowing a bloody trail av vutprintz iz a good idea?" George question, startling Pacifica.

"No, but when did we ever get good ideas?" She shrugged, looking up at no where in particular.

Gideon raised an eyebrow, physically confused," Who are you talking to?"

"The stupid Russian tomato that lives inside my head, telling me what to do. I'm ok though." She said nonchalantly.

"Are you sure?" Gideon asked again, sounding concerned.

"Well I'm not really sure if he's Russian, I could only tell by the accent. I'm really bad at accents. Maybe he's German or something-"

"No I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about your mental state."

"Whaa-" Pacifica said, looking dumbfounded.

Gideon stared at her for a few seconds, knowing that this conversation is going absolutely nowhere," Nevermind."

"So what are you planning to do with this bloody trail of footprints." Gideon crossed his arms, waiting for Pacifica to lead.

"Follow it." she said, walking beside the trail.

Again, logic. He sighed, as he followed Closely behind.

They followed the track, each step Gideon took filled him with more and more hesitance. The footprints eventually came to a stop at the doorstep of he Shack-o-Telepathy. Pacifica's heart raced when she was greeted with the sight of a pool of blood, leaving an irreversible stain on the porch. Her mind flooded with all sorts of ideas, all of them leading to one person, and she prayed to god she was wrong.

Gideon was as stunned as Pacifica was, but that quickly changed into anger, " I KNEW THE GLEEFULS WERE UP TO NO GOOD! THIS HAS GONE WAY TOO FAR! WE'RE GOING HOME!" Gideon grabbed Pacifica by the wrist, attempting to drag her away. But unfortunately for him, puberty wasn't in his favor, by being way behind schedule. For once, Pacifica was actually happy about going through puberty, her height has given her the upper hand. She quickly ran around the shack, pulling Gideon almost effortlessly.