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The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-25-2009 03:59

Leopold Parr walked as fast as he possibly could in and around Victoria Station. The young officer had anticipated the arrival of his younger sister with great trepidation. He finally saw her waiting for him in a mauve overcoat and a large purple hat through the window of one of the station’s waiting rooms.

When Miss Violet Parr got up and walked out of the waiting room, Leopold’s walk turned into a sprint as he finally reached Violet and hugged her tightly in a collision of joy.

Violet pushed hard against his force not to fall on her back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered. “Really Leopold, this show of affection can do with some self-restraint!”

“Two years in France…” Leopold replied, “…haven’t changed you a bit!”

“I know better than to let the French freely mold me to their pleasing!” Violet Parr huffed in a mock of indignation. Then she turned her gaze to a young girl standing next to her looking curiously and cautiously at Leopold. “…but I am afraid I can’t say the same about young Isabella.”

Leopold looked at his young niece in utter astonishment: Isabella was a pretty little thing with curiously mixed features. At such a young age, her skin looked like a yellowish tanned shade of ivory. She had long light brown hair, hazel eyes and a serious look of disapproval on her face.


Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-9-2009 16:57

*about half an hour later…*

The man opened his eyes slowly. His sight was blurry, yet he managed to realize that he was looking at the sky. And it was night. He blinked a couple of times to clear his vision and then attempted to get up. His whole body was aching. He felt something wet trickling on his cheek. He wiped it off, noticing it was blood…nixed with some small pieces of glass.

A smell of smoke made him aware there was something wrong. He sat and took a look around. He noticed thus he had been lying down right at the entrance of a burning house. He watched the flames play for a moment, then his attention was suddenly drawn by someone right beside him: a little girl, patting the head of a large dog who sat by her just as a lam.

At that moment reality stroke him: the man realized he had no recollection of what had happened…no recollection about anything for that matter…He scouted furiously through his brain, but in the end came up with nothing. He didn’t know who he was, he didn’t know what he was doing there and he didn’t know who the girl and the dog were either. His mind was completely blank.

At that point the little girl turned her small face to him, probably realizing he was up. She smiled…and said a single word: “Father…”

“What?” mumbled the man startled. “Father? Do you mean I’m your father, little girl?” He lifted his hand to his head and shook it hard…to no avail, unfortunately.

“What is your name, little girl?” he asked. “What is…my name in fact?”

She looked at him and chucked. Yet she didn’t answer and pointed her eyes back to the dog.

Driven by a strange instinct that seemed in some way natural, the man started to search his pockets. He finally took out a paper…an ID. “Oh good…” he grumbled and then read it: “McCabe…Michael McCabe…” No picture was attached. ‘Funny…’ he thought ‘…somehow I don’t feel Irish…’

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-9-2009 16:59

His thoughts were then suddenly interrupted by the sound of a police siren approaching. He quickly analyzed his situation: he was sitting outside a burning house that actually appeared to have been blown up and…there was a small shotgun somewhere close to him. He realized he didn’t have an explanation for the cops, no matter what had gone down there. He turned towards the little girl and placed his hand onto her shoulder.

“Hey, kid, what happened here…can you tell me?”

The girl turned back her eyes towards him and said some more words…somehow automatic: “Hide and seek…”

The man pondered his thoughts a bit trying to make some sense out of her words and then…for some reason decided to take them as some kind of advice. His gut also told him to split.

“Well, kid…I have the strangest feeling that waiting for the cops to come won’t do us any good. We’ll figure out later this whole thing. For now…we have to go. Come!”

He stood up quickly, grabbed the girl and paced up somewhere in the shadows, with the dog following him close. He took a look behind just before rounding a corner and noticed that two cars arrived: a police vehicle and another one that carried some civilians.

“I got to get to the bottom of this…” he mumbled and then he turned his eyes onto the little girl. Again, she smiled. He smiled back. “I guess we’re headed now for a whole new adventure, kid!”

With that he put the girl down, grabbed her hand and all three disappeared fast in London’s labyrinth of streets.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-12-2009 09:33

* Back to mid-night *

Garrett and Zeo searched everywhere for landmarks relating to cannons, when they came across the Cannon Street Bridge. They looked at each other. "May be this is it?" Zeo said. Garrett turned left onto the bridge, almost hitting a car coming from the opposite direction, again.

"Damn British road system!" Garrett said.

Zeo looked out from the window, and saw two people by the riverbank near the dock. He pointed them out to Garrett. "That guy over there looks like Bergen, but I can't be sure this far away. As Garrett drove closer the riverbank, Zeo noticed a bunch of people getting on a boat. "Clift, I think they're holding a child on deck, and yes, that's definitely Bergen." Zeo cocked his gun by habit, but decided to be extra careful in the presence of a small child.

The two got out of the car and headed for the pier where boat was docked beside an old house. Zeo recognized Bain from the afternoon. He was on the boat with Bergen, who was looking a small girl. Garrett suddenly swore under his breath and started to run. Zeo followed, wondering what had just happened.

When Garrett was about to shoot, Zeo stopped him in fear of hurting the innocent girl. "That's my daughter they're holding!" Garrett bellowed as the group fired upon them. Zeo jumped on Garrett forcing him out of the gunfire, as the boat sped away.

The two returned to the car immediately and continued to search along the riverbank. After what seemed like an eternity, Zeo spotted a black Buick with Bergen in it. Garret carefully followed the Buick, which stopped at a quiet street. "Damn! This is where Violet lives, what are they up to now?" Garrett said. Bergen and Stinger got off, but no little girl was with them.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-12-2009 09:34

Quietly the two followed the criminals on foot until they reached the door. Zeo aimed and shot Bergen in the arm. Stinger returned fire with her tommy gun, Garrett and Zeo dodged behind some cars. Zeo crawled underneath a car and aimed at Stinger's leg. It was a hit. The women fell, still firing bullets into the sky. Garrett then shot Stinger in the head, bulls eye. Just then, an elegant lady in a purple nightgown ran out and saw us.

"Clift! Our daughter is missing!" The lady was in shock.

Bergen jumped out and grabbed the lady, pointing a gun at her temple. "Nobody moves!" He bellowed, then he spoke softly to the lady, "Now, Ms. Violet, take me to your other daughter." The lady took his hand and flipped Bergen over like an omelet. Both Garrett and Zeo pointed their guns at him.

"You’re messing with the wrong woman!" Garrett smirked, then he turned deadly, "Now, where are you hiding Victoria?"

Bergen finally gave in after harsh interrogations too gory to be described. Mak promised to watch the other kids with her life while Violet, Clift and Joseph ‘escorted’ Bergen back to his hide out.

When they arrived with police back up, the house was already burning. After the fire settled down, they found burnt bodies; most goons have died, but to everyone's relieve, there was no child's body amongst the corpses.

The cops searched for Victoria for days to no avail. Garrett held a silent grudge against Zeo for deterring him from saving his daughter, but at the same time was grateful for his help in stopping Bergen from taking Isabella. His feeling was mixed. Zeo decided to return Gregory's body to his family in New York. Leopold and Clift bid Joseph farewell in silence.

As Joseph stood on the dock of the ocean liner, watching England disappeared in the horizon, he was sadden by the fact that in his line of work, sudden death was inevitable on either side of the ocean. He stubbed out his cigarette and returned to his cabin.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-12-2009 10:21

Meanwhile, back at Violet's apartment, Makensie told Isabella and Cody to go play, while she gathered her thoughts about poor Victoria.

This wasn't like her to sit back in the shadows,being a babysitter, she WAS an experienced detective after all, but, this particular time, she figured it was the best thing. For the time being, anyway.

"Oh, why haven't I received any word!", Makensie said, with worry.

Cody walks up, tugging on her shirt tail, saying, "Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom"

"Well go to the bathroom, Cody", she said, with impatience that wasn't intended.

She sighed, smiled, then took him to the bathroom. He still felt shy being here, and felt he had to ask to do anything.

After Cody went restroom, he ran off to continue playing with Isabella.

Makensie was in thought, as a knock came to the door.

Frowning, she wondered, 'Who could this be?' Walking to the door, she opened to find her dear friend,Ms Cevasco standing there.

"Well, Ms Cevasco, dear, what are you doing here?", Makensie said, with surprise.

She rolled her eyes, and said, "I heard all what was going on, and I just know how you are when it comes to emergency situations, so, it is Ms C to the rescue. Again"

Makensie chuckles, and said, "Thank you very much, but, ummm, how did you know all what was going on here, with Victoria?"

Walking past her, Ms Cevaso said, "News travels fast around here. Some gentleman told me, although, I don't quite know why. At any rate, I'm glad he did. Now, I am here, and you can do whatever it is you need to do"

Makensie hugged her friend, and said, "Thank you, Ms C! You are such a dear"

"I know, I know...I'm told that all the time. Now get out of here. Please!", she said, laughing.

Makensie went to give Cody a kiss, and a hug and explained that Ms Cevasco was here to watch over them.

"Yayyyy! Ms Cevasco!!", he said, happily.

She smiled, and also gave Isabella a kiss on the forehead, as she walked out.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-12-2009 10:31

As she walked to the door, she turned to Ms Cevasco with seriousness.

"Ms C, this is very important. You MUST watch Cody, and Isabella VERY closely. Protect them with everything you have in you. It is a very crucial time, right now. not let them out of your sight. Do not let them outside this apartment. No matter what....and lock this door, and keep it locked", Makensie said.

Ms Cevasco put her hands on her hips, and said, "Makensie Brewer. Just who do you think I am? I may not be in the detective business anymore, and solving cases, but, I am still one tough cookie, and you have nothing to worry about. I have a little friend in my pocket, that I have no problem using if I need to" She showed her a gun, tucked in the waistband of her pants.

She continued on, "Now, you go do whatever you have to do, with the confidence in knowing that your son, as always, is in great hands, as well as Isabella. God forbid something happens, I will shoot first, ask questions later"

Makensie smiles, saying, "I know that you will protect them with your life. I'm just nervous right now is all."

Giving her dear friend/roommate a hug, she stepped out, heading to the docks.

Her intentions weren't to get deeply involved in this, or go off in search, as she felt that since Clift and Violet were doing that, it was best that she stay close to Isabella and Cody. It wouldn't do any good for them ALL to be gone. She just needed to see with her own eyes, what was going on, and more details than what she was getting, then she would return back to her son, and Isabella...and Ms C.

With a quick, brisk walk, she lit up a cigarette, a bad habit she picked up as of late, and headed to the docks.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-13-2009 03:50

Violet was sitting on a stone bench watching the burned-down, destroyed house.

She was wrapped in Clift’s leather overcoat against the cold night.

Miss Violet Parr truly could not believe two things about this whole incident and series of seemingly unfortunate events.

The first was the nerve these petty criminals had in kidnapping her beloved daughter from her own home, right under her nose, whilst she was having tea with an old friend. Not only was her daughter’s safety compromised but also the dignity of every single Londoner in the Westminster district.

The second thing Miss Parr truly could not believe was the fact that her motherly instinct overrode a very basic rule of social decorum she implemented throughout her life: being dressed in proper attire outdoors. Violet ran out in her nightgown when Miss Brewer went to tuck the children into bed only to notice Victoria missing.

Violet has anticipated this danger, only she did not imagine it would be Victoria who ends up facing it. Miss Parr knew that her past would soon catch up with her in the most challenging way yet, but being separated from Victoria, the apple of her eyes, was truly unbearable.

Just then she saw Clift Garrett approaching. She felt sorry for Clift: he was acting like a truly honest man, yet for some reason he did not get his share of the fatherhood he was exhibiting.

Clift came and sat next to Violet. “They did not find a child’s body. She must be alive still.”

“It is ironic though, is it not?” Violet spoke indifferently.

“What’s ironic?” Clift sounded.

“That the daughter you weren’t told about is the same daughter whom disappeared from you, from us.” Violet smiled and nodded politely to the police officers she recognised as Leopold’s colleagues.

Clift could not understand her urge to maintain polite fronts and mannered facades in the face of the most gruesome of realities. He shook the thoughts away.

“Gregory Morgan is dead.” Clift shook his head.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-13-2009 03:54

“Who is Gregory Morgan?” Violet inquired with sudden sympathy. “A friend?”

“He was a potentially great friend, yes. He is now the deceased friend of our colleague, Mr. Joseph Zeo.” Clift looked to where Leopold Parr was standing next to a handsome gentleman.

“Joseph Zeo.. I have heard of this detective in New York. How is he involved in all this?”

Clift pointed to Joseph Zeo standing next to Leopold discussing the various escalating events of the investigations. “Zeo and Gregory Morgan were assisting the Yard in their investigation of Bergen, head of a criminal group responsible for various homicides here in London. If it was not for Morgan’s loyalty and professionalism we would not have been able to track down and capture Bergen, who happened to be responsible for the kidnapping of our daughter at the time of his arrest.”

“Gregory Morgan." Violet muttered. "I am sorry to hear of his demise.” She turned to Clift. “If you will allow me.”

Violet Parr got up and walked to Joseph Zeo. “Mr. Zeo, I must thank you for all that you have done for us. Please allow me to introduce myself officially, I am Miss-”

“Miss Parr, you do not have to thank me for anything.” Joseph Zeo cut her mid-sentence. “I understand what you must be going through as a mother right. This must be really difficult.”

Violet smiled. “If you will not accept my thanks and gratitude then please accept my deepest sympathies and heartfelt condolences on the passing of detective Morgan.”

Zeo’s face hardened as his heart was wrenched back into the reality of his dear friend’s death. “Thank you, Miss Parr.”

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-13-2009 04:01

“Mr. Zeo, I understand that you have been a great help in uncovering this mystery when everyone else was oblivious to its shaded happenings.” Violet nodded.

“Violet,” Leopold interjected. “Our men have rounded up the bodies of everyone seemingly involved in this criminal undertaking. Bergen is being hospitalised but monitored very closely for the time being. The doctors tell me he is paralysed from the waist down and has lost more than half his blood. In all likelihood he will not make it through the night. Striker, Jeffery, Henry and Jack Vile are all confirmed dead.

"There are only two more people recognised during these events to have been present at the time of the kidnapping. They are Joseph Bane as recognised by Detective Zeo to have been on the boat at the time of the kidnapping and our very own Victoria Garrett.”

Violet nodded thoughtfully. “I see… Well that is interesting is it not?”

“Miss Parr,” Zeo comforted Violet. “The Yard will do its very best to retrieve Victoria sooner rather than later. Please don’t worry.”

“Oh, I would not worry about Victoria.” Violet smiled. She then looked to the skies. “Not too much, at least…”

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-13-2009 10:03

As Violet turned to sit back down, she saw Makensie walking up.

"Mak!! What are you doing here? Nothing happened to Isa -", she started to say, as Makensie approached her.

Makensie waved her hand, saying, "Everything is fine. My dear friend, Ms Cevasco, is with Isabella and Cody, no worries there. I am not a person to sit back,not knowing what is going on. I had to come and find things out for myself"

Violet filled Makensie in on everything that happened.

"....the end result, Victoria is still missing, but, thankfully, her body wasn't found in the fire", Violet was saying.

Makensie put her arm around her friend in comfort, and said, "I'm sure Victoria is just fine, and she will be found. Her father is one of the best detectives out there, right?"

A weird expression came over Violet's face, but Makensie figured it was due to exhaustion, so didn't question her.

She eventually said, after a long pause, "I'm sure you are right, Mak"

Makensie squeezed her shoulders, giving a reassuring smile, and walked to Clift.

Placing a hand on his arm to get his attention, he turned, and smiled.

"I just wanted to come here to find out what was going on, and how everything was going. Violet filled me in", Makensie said.

Clift nods, but remained silent. He looked so tired, but, the person he was, he never stopped until the job was done.

A comfortable silence came between the two, and no words had to be spoken, as they looked at each other.

She smiled, squeezed his arm, walked to Violet, and said, "I want to help, Violet, so,please, if you need me please come for me. Ms Cevasco is there now, and she will be happy to watch the children for as long as needed"

Violet smiled politely, saying, "You already are helping, Mak. I'm sorry this all had to happen on your visit, but, at the same time, I'm glad you're here. Go on back to the apartment to be with Isabella and Cody. I will keep you posted on what is going on, I promise"

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