The Contract Valley Chronicles Part II | By : vampyrevidia Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chloe Bryar had lived in Contract Valley all sixteen years of her life. The first five, she had spent in happiness with her parents, Bob and Persephone Bryar, but they were called into the great beyond with two of her uncles, Gerard and Mikey Way, and left her with her godparents, whom she called her aunt and uncle.
Frank and Virginia Iero were two of a kind. He was serious all the time and she was a joker to the end. Yet they had ended up in love, married, and caring for her and their own son, Alexander.
Alex was the perfect combination of his parents and more like her brother than her cousin. That was one of the reasons she was in the predicament she was in right now. “I don’t want to, Alex. You do it yourself.”
“Oh, come on, Chloe. You know that you want to do it as much as I do. Besides, I can’t do that thing you do where you move things around the room.”
“Dr. Smith won’t like it, Alex. I refuse.” She crossed her arms and shook her head, showing him just how much she wasn’t going to do it.
He sighed and frowned, though he moved his hand and a swift wind went throughout the room, scattering papers everywhere. “So be it, Chloe.”
Everyone in the classroom started to cry out as the wind grew fiercer and the teacher, Dr. Patrick Smith, turned around, anger on his face. “Mr. Iero!”
Alex snapped to attention and Chloe looked down at her book. Looking around, he looked up at the professor in pure shock. “Yes, Dr. Smith?”
“I need to see you after class. Everyone, I’m letting out early today. Chloe, sweetheart, would you mind staying after as well?”
“No, sir, Dr. Smith.” Chloe knew when he called her sweetheart that she wasn’t in trouble. She remained in her desk as her class filed out, leaving her, Alex, and Dr. Smith alone in the room.
Dr. Smith went to the door and closed it, turning in an angry whirl to face Alex. “I think you have forgotten, Alex, that, though I have only been living here six months, I knew your mother years before you were born. I have seen her do just what you did. If you ever try to disrupt my class like that again, I will personally take you to the principal’s office to let you little secret out to the world. I wouldn’t want that if I were you. There aren’t too many of your kind out there, is there?”
Alex looked down at his hands, glaring at Chloe as she gave him her ‘told you so’ look. He shook his head in answer to Rick’s question. “No, sir, there aren’t a lot like me. Actually, there are only my parents, Chloe, and I.”
“Don’t bring me into this, Alex.” Chloe’s voice was soft as she looked at her hands. She hated that she was different, hated that she had this special gift.
She felt Rick’s hand on her shoulder and looked up as he spoke. “I know all about you and your parents, Chloe. I knew your mother very well. She was a great woman.”
Chloe blushed a bright red and stood, shaking her head. She stood abruptly and grabbed her books. “I’m sorry, Dr. Smith, but I need to leave.”
She moved across the room and out the door at the protest of both Alex and Dr. Smith, moving through the halls at a run that was a lot faster than human speed. She ran all the way down Main Street and into the front door of the house she lived in. She heard Frank’s voice from the living room, but slammed the door to her bedroom and fell into her pillow, crying as she did so.
A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and Nia walked into the room without permission. She flopped onto the bed and started to fun her fingers through the golden blonde hair of her goddaughter. “What’s wrong, Angel? Thinking about your parents again?”
“I barely knew them, Auntie. I’m told by complete strangers how wonderful my mom was, and yet I know nothing about them or what I am.”
“Then go find out what you are, who you are.”
Chloe looked at her aunt like she had just been slapped. “What did you say?”
“Alex told us that you were thinking of just running away and finding your purpose in this life. Do it. We’ll give you everything you need to get along in life, and you can just go. If it doesn’t work out, come back. You always have a home here.”
Chloe frowned as her godmother dropped an envelope onto the bed and left, as if it was every day that she told her ‘niece’ to just run away. She opened the envelope and found hundreds of dollars in cash in it, closing it quickly. This was it. The chance she had been waiting for. She didn’t even bothering waiting for them to change their minds. She grabbed some bags and started to throw clothes and things of importance to her in them, including a picture of her parents on their wedding day.
She was in the process of throwing the last of her clothes into a bag when she heard a cough at the door and turned to find Alex standing there. “So you’re going to leave me, huh? I knew that this day would come soon. I was just hoping I had a little bit more time with you. You’re the closest thing to a sister I’ve ever had, Chlo.”
“I know, Alex, but I have to go.” Chloe through the last of her clothes into the bag and started to carry the two bags she had packed towards the door. Alex didn’t move. “Get out of my way, Alex.”
“I’m not going to let you go, Chlo.” He crossed his arms, letting his entire five foot eleven frame fill the doorway.
“Uncle Frank and Auntie Nia are not going to let you come with me, and I’m not willing to anger them with the money they gave me to find out who I am.”
“Mom already said it was okay.”
“I want to hear her say it.” Chloe crossed her arms in front of him, letting her own stubborn nature come to the forefront. Two teenagers in the house with stubborn tendencies had led to many fights like this in the past.
“MOM!” Nia came around the corner and Alex gestured toward Chloe. “Tell Chlo that you said I could go with her.”
Nia shrugged and started to head back down the stairs. “It’s always great to have someone for back up, Angel.” She disappeared down the stairs and could be heard joking around with Frank.
Chloe sighed and gestured to the bags. “I’m going to get these downstairs. You have ten minutes to back, because I’m gone by then.”
“You won’t regret this, Chlo.” Alex kissed her on the forehead and then ran down the hall, tripping over a chair that sat beside the music room door.
Shaking her head at the clumsiness of her soon-to-be-travel buddy, she pulled her bags down the stairs and tossed them into the back of the Jeep she knew used to be her mother’s. She had inherited it as soon as she had hit sixteen and had never had a day where she didn’t use it at least once. Now it would be her refuge. Though for how long, she didn’t know.
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