Gone: Part II

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June 29, 2017 by thewashingteenian

By Emily Wise, Staff Reporter

Chapter 6 – Dear

Dear friends,

Nice finding my picture. If this were Legend of Zelda, I would give you… 10 rupees. This isn’t the end. If I am correct, Keyone, Mr. Always have a second plan, probably brought the contact book I left. His name is Kane Kemp. Not sure if he will cooperate, but it is always worth a try. You’re gonna need a password for him, though. Good luck.

From,

Ethan

P.S.  Kemp will give you info you might need.

Anthony groaned in annoyance.

Who was Kane Kemp? Why did he matter? Why was Ethan making them go on a wild goose chase to find him?

Where was Ethan?

Keyone opened the book, watching Anthony walk around, clearly ticked. He looked through the names.

Patricia McCarthy, Rain Renner, Aaron Crabill… Kane Kemp.

He looked to the phone number assigned to the name.

Keyone grew confused.

The area code was from nowhere near their area. Where was it from? Who was this person?

He looked back up to see Anthony had gotten over whatever he was thinking about, and was sitting on the floor.

Keyone walked over to the blue-haired male, and sat down beside him. “What’s on your mind?” Keyone asked, quietly.

The building was so silent, he felt the need to lower his voice. The only noise was their breathing and the rain on the roof.

“I know the password Ethan was talking about.” Anthony replied, blankly staring at the wall.

 

Chapter 7 – Nøkkelen

Ethan sat in the high school computer lab, finishing a project, alongside Anthony.

His eyes half closed, he slouched in the computer chair.

Anthony noticed this.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Ethan looked up, his grey eyes dull.

“Just tired,” Ethan said, “Although I am pretty sure I have a cold.”

Anthony laughed slightly. “How about I finish it at my house and we get outta here?” Ethan nodded and both left the building.

That night, Anthony sat at his computer, slightly annoyed. Who puts a password on a project?! He looked back at his phone.

Anthony: wat is the password for the project

Oh, come on Ethan? How long does it take to answer a text?!

Anthony looked at the time. 12:46 A.M. blinked back. Oh. That might explain why he wasn’t replying. He put his phone down.

After around ten minutes of trying to figure out the password, his phone buzzed.

Ethan: go to a english-norwegian translator and look up ‘the key’

What kind of password was that?! Who would even think of that?!

Ethan would, of course. He did try to learn Norwegian. He did a pretty good job at it, too.

Anthony did as he was told, and got the phrase ‘nøkkelen’.

Anthony: why that?

Ethan: i dunno it is kinda my password for everything

OOOOOOooooooooh.

 

Chapter 8 – Kane Kemp

Keyone sat beside Anthony in Ethan’s apartment, book of contacts open to ‘Kane Kemp’, phone beside it.

Keyone picked up the phone, and dialed the numbers. He hesitantly reached it up to his ear. Ring. Ring.

“Password.” A raspy voice said.

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“Uh,” Keyone said, “Nøkkelen?”

The person cleared their throat. “Who is this? Your American accent is heavier than Ethan’s.” “I’m Keyone, Ethan’s friend. His other friend, Anthony, is here too. Are you Kane Kemp?” Anthony looked at him, confused, mouthing ‘what is going on?’

“Kane Kemp, at your service. Why did ya call?” Keyone put the phone on speaker and set it on the table. “We found a letter from Ethan that said to call you. He said you could give us information?”

Kane laughed. “Well, he told you correct.”

“We need some help finding him.”

“Well, he told me stuff to tell you. But write this down, this phone number only works once, and we are running out of time.”

Keyone looked at the screen, and saw that the clock that timed calls was counting down. They only had one minute left. “What stuff do you have to tell us?!” Keyone said, slightly panicking.

“Well…” Kane drew out the word to waste time, “I guess I could tell you… he said to find Terry Boward and get the video camera for him. He also said not to mention his being missing to her. She would tell everyone…”

And with that, the elusive Kane Kemp ended the call.

Anthony stared at the phone. “What kind of information is that?

 

Chapter 9 – Treehouse

Terry stood in the doorway, looking at her two piers in front of her quizzically. They had come rushing to her door, asking for a camera. She handed it over, and they both just stood, looking at it.

“Why couldn’t Ethan just come get his camera?” Terry asked. Without thinking, Anthony answered “He’s m-” “-MOTHERING ABANDONED, uh, SEA TURTLES?!” Keyone yelled. Terry gave them the most confused look to ever be on the face of Earth. Keyone and Anthony stood at Terry’s doorstep for an awkward amount of time before running back to their apartments.

At Anthony’s apartment, Keyone carefully extracted an old tape from the side of the camera.

The camera moved around, looking at the scenery. “Hey guys! Look at this!” A bug was shown in a pale hand as the person ran.

“Woah. This must be from awhile ago.” Anthony said.

They watched the tape, and suddenly, the tape was stuck on one frame. It was of a treehouse in the woods. “Hey, I remember that!” Keyone said, “We spent so much time there! Good stuff.” Anthony stood. “Maybe the next clue is there! Maybe he is there! We gotta go find him!” He ran for the door.

“Wait, hold up!” Keyone yelled. “Remember, we have to go to school too! And cover for Ethan! Can this wait?”

Anthony turned. “But the next clue is right there!” He said, gesturing to the frame of the treehouse, “We are so close!”

“And yet, that treehouse is how many states away?” Keyone countered. Anthony sighed, looking at the ground. “Good point. Next weekend?” Keyone nodded and left. Anthony left his apartment, absentmindedly walking to Ethan’s door. Ethan would stop all conflicts.

But Ethan wasn’t there. Ethan was somewhere away from here, doing who-knows-what, running from his friends.

It was 9:30 at night, and Anthony Russet lost a small bit of hope.

 

Chapter 10 – Driving through the Night

The ginger sat in the driver’s seat of the red Jeep Gladiator, listening to the radio.

I’m holding on

Why is everything so heavy?

Holding on

So much more than I can carry

I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down

If I’d just let go, I’d be set free

Holding on

Why is everything so heavy?

They frowned, their stormy grey eyes matching the color the sky had been that morning. The rearview mirror reflected an old road and the sprawling wheat fields that surrounded it. His pale skin was paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more pronounced. He yawned. The restless nights were getting to him.

I wonder what they are doing right now?

He looked up through a space in the clouds, seeing a glimpse of the stars.

Stars.

Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

Reminds him of… no.

He turned up the music, loud enough to tune out his thoughts.

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Why is everything so heavy?

Why is everything so heavy?

It was 9:30 at night, and Ethan Wilson wished he could stop thinking.

To be continued…

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