Jane was in the kitchen fixing supper; she invited her brother over today since their plan to rob the bank failed. She mentally kicked herself for losing her book. “Lissa!” Jane called out, she looked around but Lissa was nowhere to be found. Jane heard a muffled clap from below but paid no mind to it. Lissa tip-toed into the living room and out the front door, then she burst inside with just enough noise to knock down a small house. The entire house shuddered and the door should have come off its hinges but everything, surprisingly, stayed in one piece.
Jane shouted out, startled she had dropped her bowl and it shattered in a waterfall of clear, glass. Lissa jogged to the kitchen after taking off her ankle boots, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” Jane nodded and tried to collect the shattered bowl. Lissa sighed and pushed Jane into the living room and into a bubble chair. Lissa then walked back into the kitchen to start dinner again since it was all on the floor. She decided to do her secret recipe for spaghetti and meatballs. She worked in the kitchen for a good ten minutes before her feet started to hurt. The glass on the ground has yet to be cleaned up and Lissa cursed aloud.
Jane came in and cleaned up the glass and food from the ground as best she could with her arm in a cast while Lissa continued to cook the food. Jane finally finished and carefully balanced the plate holding the pile of food and glass on her cast while she opened the trashcan. She poured it into the trash then went back into the living room. A soft knock came from the wooden door, hesitant and nervous.
Jane opened the door wide and let her brother inside. “Hi Jane, where’s Lissa?” Mark asked as he fiddled with his shirt. Mark’s eyes followed Jane’s finger which was now pointing at the kitchen. He started to walk towards it but changed his mind mid-step and sat on the couch. Jane plopped next to him and started to whisper with him.
Lissa had finished the food when she heard the door open and was putting it in white bowls when the hum of whispering started. She carefully dripped tomato sauce over the spaghetti and set each meatball down on top, she then sprinkled cheese on top of two of the three plates. It looked perfect.
Lissa balanced the three plates and walked into the living room with the silverware in hand. “Need some help?” A deep voice asked her. Mark stood beside her his hair tickling her arm. “No, I don’t need any-,” Lissa tripped over a loose board and dropped a plate as she fell to the floor. She was caught in Mark’s arms and the dropped plate was in his hand, caught before reaching the floor. For some strange reason Lissa felt like she wanted mark, like he was her other half. Her face moved closer to his as if under someone else’s control. Mark looked wonderful, with a sweet and seductive look on his pale face. Lissa felt his arm around her waist, the muscle against her now hot body. She pushed him away and scurried to the coffee table in the living room, gently sitting the plates down; Mark and Jane’s plates on one side and hers on the other.
“What’s wrong Lissa? Do you have a fever you’re all red?” Jane questioned worriedly. Lissa put her hands on her face and shook her head. Jane rolled her eyes behind Lissa’s back, knowing her brother was the cause of Lissa’s distress. Mark came around the corner, literally radiating in his seductive charm.
Even Jane felt her brother tugging on her heartstrings. She had never felt this, in all of the years her brother tried to seduce a girl she never felt such strong feelings overflowing from him into her. Mark really liked Lissa. Lissa was frantically trying to come up with a reason she could leave but Mark sat down before her frazzled brain could come up with anything. “Looks nice Lissa,” Mark said as he scooted a bit closer to her. Lissa looked to Jane for help and Jane stood up. “I’m going to the restroom real quick,” Jane said and pranced to the bathroom.
Lissa sat uncomfortably, across from Mark who was staring at her dreamily. Lissa tried to stand but her body wanted to stay. It was like she was a puppet and the puppeteer wouldn’t let her move. She could only sit there and smile awkwardly staring at the ground. Mark was putting all his effort into getting Lissa and her information but at what costs would he go to get it…? And how far would he go? Jane wondered while she sat on the side of the tub, painting her nails a deep royal blue.
Lissa was only free in her mind, just barely. Her urge to get closer to Mark frightened her and her knowledge that Mark had powers, even though she didn’t know what yet, kept her cautious. Mark was never so tired before. His head ached, his body ached, and his heart ached. Even at his limit he pushed to get what he wanted, “Lissa?” Mark cooed. Lissa snapped her head up and regretfully met his eyes. His eyes sent an electric shock through her, but not one that hurt, one that seemed to fill every fiber of her being. She needed to tell him what he wanted. She just had to.
“Lissa, I was wondering about that book you saw…” Mark said whilst caressing her hair. “I was wondering if you knew where it went, could you tell me where it is now,” Mark finished, obviously pleased with himself. Lissa blankly stared at him, her eyes mere ghosts of the usual piercing green. Mark’s heart thumped in sadness, seeing Lissa like this was killing him but he was so close to getting what he needed. “I remember books. I always make sure to return them to the library…” Lissa said in an empty voice.
“Not those books, the one from the bank today.”
“I remember the book from the bank.”
“What happened with the book?”
“We were fighting and then the burglar went into the safe but the book was lost in the crowd when the police came in,” Lissa spoke, barely above a whisper.
“Where is the book now?” Lissa tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment. She then pointed straight down to where the book was. In the secret underground room, in a loose brick in the wall the book lay. “Underground?” Mark asked and Lissa nodded. She blinked a few times and she was suddenly her normal self, her memories of the past few minutes blurred.
