Part 3/4
Emergence
E walked into the back bedroom with Hannah lying on her bed unconuse and Voltcaren by her bedside.
"Looks like he put all of his power out along with hers." Voltcaren signed looking down at Hannah.
"It seems more like he's trying to kill her more than trying to find her. We have more concerning news with Macey." E commented lening in the doorway.
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Hannah's hand moved around.
"Looks like she still searches for him." E commented. Hannah's eyes shot open and she sat straight up.
"E?" She questioned then pausing.
"For some reason I've been having alot of black outs recently." Hannah explained. E sat on the side of her bed and hugged her. With no warning she started crying. She doesn't even know what she's sad about but her eyes still know the truth that he's not here.
"E, I don't know what's wrong with me." She sobbed.
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Was it a dream? Macey sat up in her bed. How did I get home? I don't even remember what happened today. Her room was kinda dark as the sun was setting outside. Macey's phone started to ring in her pocket. She took it out and answered it.
"Hey Macey did you see Hopelyn today?" Mia asked.
"No I haven't. I haven't seen her all day." Macey replied.
"Do you want to link calls with her and see if she's ok?" Mia asked.
"ok." Macey replied. A few moments past.
"She's not answering." Mia commented.
Meanwhile...
I layed on my bedroom floor with my arms wrapped around my chest. It hurts so bad. No, I can't talk, not like this. Can someone come help me. I can't breath. The doorbell rang from down stairs and then a couple minutes later my door opened.
"Hopelyn!" Macey cried. I started seeing spots.
Hopelyn started having heart problems back in elementary school. She spent a long time in the hospital, but the doctors till this day are unsure of what is wrong. The closest thing they could describe it to was a heart attack. After that she's been mellow and her heart has never beaten right since then.
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