The Twisted Tale of the Poisoned Apple.

The Twisted Tale of the Poisoned Apple

Table of contents:

Chapter 1: Imri Element Snow--------------------

Chapter 2: Road rage and Indiana Jones --------

Chapter 3: Reserved --------------------------------

Chapter 4: Mystery killer? Or..Invisible kidnapper? ---

Chapter 5: Forgotten Memories --------------------

Chapter 6: The Diary and Bad Luck? --------------

Chapter 7: Trapped? ----------------------------------

Chapter 8: It’s Not Over Yet ------------------------

Chapter 1: Imri Element Snow

“Imri, come here!” A middle aged, blond-headed woman called wearing a sparkly pink t-shirt and black pants.

“Yeah?  I was about to head into town to get some groceries and return a few lost things-” 16 year old Imri was about to drone on when she heard the TV.

“A missing young man came on; I thought that you might want to find your first human instead of non- living useless objects.” The blond woman said, evident that she wanted Imri to have a first date with this boy. Imri blocked her foster mother’s voice out of her mind and focused on studying the TV. Taking her notebook out of her cream colored satchel, she started writing. “Farrid Echo Ferdinand, brown eyes, black hair, 6’1, lived in a foster home before he was kidnapped 24 hours ago by unknown attackers, last seen: Jupiter Island Florida, near Lake Francis.  If you see him call-” Imri grabbed her red shawl and dashed out of the front door, to her red convertible saying, “Thanks Tina!”

Farrid struggled, how did his captor know that he was an escape artist? Wrapped in chains, padlocks and coded locks, he was shoved in a small trunk. His captor was not smart enough to take his hidden escape artist tools on the inside of his belt away though, ten minutes passed and he was free of the chains and padlocks wrapped around him, still in the trunk. Farrid listened hard, he could get out easily, but he didn’t want to run into his kidnapper again. “But sir, I have the boy! No, huh? You want who, oh! Yes sir.”  The captor’s voice was obviously upset. Farrid lifted the trunk lid as much as the chains allowed him to and stuck his hands through to pick the locks on the outside, where was he at? It was so dark that he couldn’t see outside of the trunk at all, he felt the nearest chain to pick the closest lock when all of a sudden there was a small crack of light. He was underground! The hard dirt packed walls had vines crawling up them, the floor was concrete. The light got brighter; Farrid squeezed his hands back into the trunk, after picking two locks, and held the lid up a little bit, he left a tiny crack so he could see what was happening.  His captor was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt, he was very muscular, but his purple reddish Mohawk is what stuck out though, and Farrid knew this guy had been following him, he had seen him a few times, hiding in corners or other hiding places. Farrid was being really careful of him, but he had no idea that this guy could be a sharpshooter; he was willing to bet they knew he wouldn’t be taken quietly. A girl about fourteen wearing black clothes and a flashlight busted in the room, clearly mad.

“Hello? You caught the WRONG PERSON! Boss is going to be angry with you! Imri is on the case already! And-” The fourteen year old girl was cut off by the guy,

“HE is on Prince Charming’s side, a relative!” The guy pointed to Farrid’s trunk, blinking at the really bright flashlight. “Besides, we can just keep him in custody in the circle! He can’t swim and besides, she will come to us!” WAIT, how did they know that he was a bad swimmer? He slowly let the lid down, careful to make no noise. How long had they been watching him? He had to get out before they brought him to this circle. Who was this Imri? Why do they want her and me so badly? He formed a plan, he would get out before they took him to the circle, find Imri and warn her about these people... she would need him to escape the circle, since he was an expert lock picker....all of a sudden he felt the trunk lift and heard more voices,

“Come on; let’s take him to the circle.” The man said.

“But I thought Boss wanted to see him before he was put in.” The girl said.

“Yeah, but- ugh!” Farrid felt the box fall and turn upside down, he hit his head on the top of the trunk and the remaining chains left in the trunk hit him viciously. He HAD to get out NOW! Farrid opened the trunk lid and picked the remaining locks after it had turned right side up, then busted out of the cramped trunk. The fourteen year old had the man in a corner on his shoulders, back to Farrid. Choking, Farrid thought, is not a great way to die. As man fell to his knees, Farrid ran because he knew that when she was done, he would be her next victim.

Imri cruised along the highway, into town. She was at least five minutes from Celia’s house to return the same lost emerald necklace from last month, she defiantly knew Celia lost a great deal more of stuff than any other customer she ever had. Imri knew everyone in this town, unless some tourists decided to visit Jupiter Island for a getaway or vacation. She knew this because she was a lifeguard, she had saved many lives and found many lost things to get where she was now, her college would be well paid for and she would lead a wealthy life. A Toyota Avalon zoomed past, breaking her from her thoughts. She looked down at her speedometer, eighty-five MPH; the speed limit was eighty MPH... He was going to get caught and get a speeding ticket by the police! Imri slowed down, she wanted to stay far away from this car. But her hands and feet did the opposite of what she wanted; she sped up, now behind the insane car. She felt an urge to follow it closely; strangely there were no cars or hidden cops on the road. The Avalon turned left off of the highway, with Imri, in her convertible, following. They took another left then a right, Imri had no control of her hands or feet as she pulled up onto a rocky road and drove two more miles. Imri stopped shortly after the Avalon pulled over; she put her convertible in park, got out of her car then walked to the car’s front door. Imri’s brain screamed at her legs to return to her car and drive away, but they wouldn’t listen to her. A person got out of the car with black pants, black leather gloves, black leather jacket, black boots and black hat covering the face so Imri couldn’t tell if it was male or female. That person must be really hot! Imri thought, it’s sunny today. The person cocked its head when she thought this, are you telepathic? Imri thought again. The person just took a step closer, seeming taller and more threatening, and then it breathed on her. Imri shuddered, she didn’t like this person. Who was it, a ghost? The figure touched her forehead and temples gently, what was it doing? Imri thought. She started seeing things fade before her and suddenly the Avalon and the person disappeared, she sat down quickly on the rocky road, feeling faint, and then passed out.  

Chapter 2: Road rage and Indiana Jones

Farrid ran for his life, where did they come in?  He was darted and drugged when they got him here, but he regained conciseness when they entered the underground maze, he felt them climb down a ladder, so what.....he should just look for a ladder in the middle of nowhere? Then he saw it, a ladder hidden in the shadows, a crevice where the dim ceiling lights couldn’t reach. Farrid looked behind him; the girl was not far behind. Farrid was a good runner but she was too, then, he had an idea.