The Hunt [BOOK 2: WAR OF MORTALS] [Completed]

The Life of Larissa

From the outside this house looks magnificent. It has been built with oak wood and has yellow pine wooden decorations. Small, triangular windows add to the overall look of the house and have been added to the house in a fairly symmetrical pattern. The house is equipped with a small kitchen and one average bathroom, it also has a generous living room, four bedrooms, a snug dining area, a lounge area and a roomy garage. The building is shaped like a short U. The two extensions are linked by wooden overhanging panels. The second floor is smaller than the first, which allowed for several small balconies on one side of the house. This floor has roughly the same style as the floor below. The roof is low, triangular and layered and is covered with brown ceramic tiles. One small chimney pokes out the center of the roof. Rows of small windows let in plenty of light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself is surrounded by grass, a huge tree in the center and bushes on the borders of the plot.

"Welcome home, Larissa. Your room is still the same." Mrs. Backson places a soft hand on the upper part of my back and lightly taps it almost like a gesture to look around and I take it. I tread down the hallway toward a closed door. Beautifully sunset painted walls surround me plus light purple carpeting underneath my feet. It's like a soft kitten under my bare feet. Right in front of me is a large, circular window. There is a ring around the window that is painted with an amazing picture of a sun setting behind a snow covered mountain. A small family is climbing the mountain. Of course, it's only their silhouettes, but it's still beautiful beyond words.

"Did I paint this.... This painting?" I muse pointing at the painting before me. Mrs. Backson walks up behind me with a sad smile.

"You painted that 2 years ago when you father died. You always wanted to climb The Arctic Summit as a family. After your father died, you hid in your room. You refused to eat or drink, I got worried. I was so happy when Jayln got you to go to that party." She stops and looks down for a moment before smiling a real smile. "I'm just happy you're home, Larissa!" Mrs. Backson hugs me and I can feel all her pain and sorrow. She lets go and gives me a soft smile. "I'll leave you be so you can get settled." She softly closes the door behind me.

"I guess Jason's DNA matching tonic works too well," I mumble as I twirl a strand of my new long, dark brown hair. I look around the room a little bit more. To my left against the beautiful sunset painted wall is a bright blue dresser with a full blown computer system on top of it. The computer monitor is covered in random Disney stickers. On the wall behind it are a bunch of musical posters from 1900s and 2000s area. The computer's screensaver is a picture of a book cover. The book was written in 2634 by a man named Nicolas Matterfield, a young man who wrote In a Cyborg's Life when he was 24. He wrote it right before he turned himself into a Cyborg. To my right, in the corner, is a wooden bookshelf full of old books. The bookshelf touches the ceiling. I look to the bookshelves right and stare for a moment. Before me on a black piano sits a matte black laptop. I jump onto the black, leather piano chair and pull myself up to the beauty that we call a piano where the laptop reveals to me an underglow keyboard shining a crimson red, with uniquely beautiful letters carved into each key. As I stare at this beautiful piece of work before me I suddenly start to question how this computer came into Larissa's possession. In this day and age a custom made laptop like this one is an easy 30 million.

Got some information on James' location. He's in a small house in the middle of nowhere not too far from us. I guess we hit the family jackpot, eh? Call me when you get back to the Backson's house. That message from Dizzy had me feeling some hope for this. We're so close to get him back. I'm so close to getting him back. I click the call button on my phone and place it to my ear. It rings three or four before anyone picks up.

"Yo!"

"You said to call. So, I called," I utter turning away from the door and strolling toward the desktop in the room.