Tbh I had no idea where I was going with this chapter until I thought "hey lets do this"

Have fun

Prolly mitsakes. Actually I'm 84.6% sure there's mitsakes in here.

Bye

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~ Amber ~

"Wanted posters?"

"Those never work."

"We can go to the police station and..."

"And what? File for a murder that didn't happen in this city?" I slowly paced around the hotel room. "Plus, we're teenagers. They'd never take us seriously."

Sky sighed, sitting on his bed. I did a lip shrug in guilt. He was trying to help, yet I was shutting down every idea he had. I was the one who dragged him into the situation in the first place.

"I'm sorry." I looked out the window into the city. We got a pretty cheap hotel, so the view wasn't the best. We got a single room with three beds (I played the 'we're siblings' card which was returned with a raised eyebrow from the manager), but I wasn't worried about sharing with Sky. I trusted him.

"Don't be." He shook his head in thought. "Maybe... we can go to the busiest train station; see if we find anyone that looks suspicious."

"We're just going to spend all day there?" I winced after I said the negative comment. "I'm not sure how this is going to work."

"Well the only other option I can think of is doing something illegal." He paused. "Which we're not going to do."

I thought about the options. Then, I started to smile.

"Uh oh." Skye scooted away from me. "That's a scary look."

"I partially agree with your idea. We need to pay a visit to the train station."

•    •    •

"Hello." I walked to one of the people at the desks. I chose a young lady who seemed emotionally unstable and easy to manipulate. Well that sounded bad when I thought about it.

The blonde smiled. "Hello there. Can I help you two? Are you lost?"

"Yes, um." I took a fake shaky breath. "Our uncle. He was staying with us for a few days. He's a returning veteran from the army. We were supposed to receive word that he made it home safely, but we haven't heard anything. I'm worried about him. Have you seen a middle aged man in a black trench coat? Most likely a bow on his back?" I chuckled. "He never goes anywhere without it."

She frowned, and thought about it. "I, I don't believe I have. I'm very sorry for not being of further help."

"Is your shift throughout the whole day? Is there a time where you weren't here and the place is open?"

"Actually..." She pointed to another lady. "Jackie over there takes the shift right after mine. And she's more observant than me. You can ask her."

"Thank you." I smiled, and walked away.

"I'll keep my eyes open!" She called after us. "Come back later!"

"That was a dead end." Sky whispered.

"We'll come back tomorrow." I said. "Plus, we have another person we need to talk to."

However, someone else found us instead.

"Sky?"

We turned around at the sound of a new voice. A curly red-head was staring at Sky, her green eyes wide. She wore a floral pink t shirt, and dark skinny jeans. Everything about her seemed delicate, except for a small scar that stretched from the right (my right) of her bottom lip straight down to her chin.  She seemed around our age.

"Hi?" Sky said, confused.

The girl charged forward and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, it is you!"

He stood there, shocked. When the girl realized he wasn't hugging her back, she stepped away. "Sky?" Her face was full of worry. "Are you okay? How did you get here?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm... sorry. Who are you?"

She looked hurt. "Do you really not remember me?"

He shook his head. "I lost my memories. Long story."

She raised a hand to her mouth. "It's Rae. I'm Rae. I'm... I'm your girlfriend."

We both raised our eyebrows at that. My reaction was curiosity, his being surprise.

"We've been dating for five months." Rae kept going, hoping he'd remember. "You disappeared two weeks ago. We're searching all over for you. And you're here?"

"Who's we?" Sky asked.

"Your family. Your parents. Your friends. And everyone else in town." I could see she was trying not to cry. "You really don't remember us?"

He blinked multiple times at her, as if that would help. "No..."

She opened her mouth, and closed it. After a little bit, she responded with, "Oh."

"You're saying that Sky did have a life before he spawned in?" I asked, taking a step toward her.

Rae looked at me for the first time as if just realizing I was there. "He has a family. Friends. What do you mean spawned in?"

I glanced around at all the people by us. "Is there a more private place we can talk?"

She took a second to reply. "Yes... my dad's apartment."

•    •    •

She didn't tell us that her dad's apartment was a penthouse.

We were inside a very tall and fancy looking building. On the top floor was her place— a large quartz apartment with many rooms, paintings, sculptures, and plants. I didn't exactly get a good look at the place because we were rushed immediately to her room. It was twice the size of the hotel room we were staying in. There were multiple large windows on two of the four walls. There was a double bed next to a dresser and redstone lamp. A collection of bookshelves and chests were next to a television, with two comfy looking couches in front of the tv. A common theme was green— green carpet, green blanket on the bed, green plants on the windowsills.

"What the..." I muttered as we walked in. I nudged Sky and whispered, "How can you not remember her?"

He gave me a look as if saying 'I'm trying to figure that out myself'. "This is a cool place, Rae. Where's your dad?"

"Most likely at work." She sighed, putting some of her stuff away. "He's always at work."

I pressed my lips together. "So... what. Your parents are..."

"Divorced." She glanced quickly at Sky as if she might see him remembering something. "I rotate between them every three months. Holidays are the only exception. That's when we're all together at my grandparents."

Sky fixed his gaze on the window, staring at the amazing view of the city. "Homeschool?"

Rae nodded, shutting the chest. "You and I would write and chat on the phone when I wasn't around. Sometimes you'd visit. During one of our visits, you asked me out." She laughed. "It's actually a funny story..." She realized the looks on our faces. "Which can wait."

"No offense." I said. "We just want to get this all figured out."

She nodded. "I understand. Well, we may be here for a little bit. Does anyone want anything to drink?"

•    •    •

~ 3rd Person PoV ~

"BETSY, WHERE IN THE NETHER IS MY COFFEE?!"

Betsy winced at the harsh tone as her boss screamed through the intercom. She pressed the button. "Coming, Ms. Hindler."

Betsy stood up, and walked over to the lounge area. She poured some coffee into Ms. Hindler's special mug— a pure black one with gold writing that says 'World's Best Boss'. As if.

"Does she know that her special coffee comes from the lounge?" A male voice came from the right.

Betsy resisted blushing as Andrew walked up to her. He smiled down at her, showing his perfect teeth.

"No." She inadvertently started twirling her straight black hair. "And she never will."

He laughed. "Fair enough. Your secret's safe with me. I know she'd explode on you if she found out."

"Which is why I can't be late." She playfully pushed his chest. She finished with the drink, and walked to the elevators.

"Betsy?"

She turned around too quickly.

Andrew stood there, his hands in his pockets. "You look good today. Did you do something different with your makeup?"

"No." Betsy spent almost an hour longer on it that morning.

"Oh. Well, it looks good."

She managed to smile without it turning into a grin. "Thank you." She then turned away, and went on her way.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Betsy jumped around in excitement. She was so happy that Andrew complimented her. She quickly composed herself, though. She had almost spilled the coffee.

When the doors opened onto the 52nd floor, Betsy walked as quickly as a girl— who preferred flats— could in heels. She nodded at a passing employee, and continued her way down the andesite hallway.

When she stopped outside a door, she paused, and took a deep breath. Then, she knocked.

"Enter."

Betsy opened the door, entering the beast's lair.

It was a lit up place, which was the opposite of Ms. Hindler's personality. The whole back wall was a giant window. The walls and floor were andesite, but the ceiling was quartz. The room was large, and it didn't have many things in it. There was a semi-circular (as circular as it could be) desk to the right with many neat stacks of papers on it, and a computer. To the left of the desk was an assortment of filing cabinets, and to the right was a small wall of bookshelves. On the opposite wall were two paintings. One was of an ancient Minecraftian battlefield, and the other was of a renaissance castle. A blood red rug was in the middle of the room.

"Well it took you long enough." Her boss said, writing. "Set it on my desk."

Mira Hindler was the perfect example of what most people think of cliche politicians or businesspeople— cutthroat, intense, manipulative, and if Betsy had to think of another word: evil. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun so tight that it would have hurt Betsy's face. Her dark eyes could pierce your heart and see into your soul. She had a sharp face, which went well with her sharp voice. She always wore a black or gray pantsuit with the occasional pencil skirt. She had on her black reading glasses at the moment.

Every time Betsy associated with her, she couldn't help but stand up straighter, speak quicker, and raise her chin a little bit when she first sees her. But she usually shrinks away after the first words of the conversation.

"Is there anything else I can do for you at this moment?" She asked.

"Have you completed the files I gave to you one hour ago? The ones about the Endermen population growth?"

An image of a large pile of papers on her own desk flashed in Betsy's mind. She hated to disappoint her boss, but she had to be truthful. "No. But I'm almost do—"

"Excuse me." Ms. Hindler finally looked up at her. "Did I ask for an excuse?"

She gulped. "No."

"No, ma'am." She corrected her.

"No, ma'am."

She took a few seconds to look at the fear in her assistant's eyes. Then, she took off her glasses, and stood up. "Ms. Spring, I have been your boss for how long?"

"Three months, ma'am."

She tutted. "Yes. Three months. If I do remember correctly, and I always do, it was also three months ago when your mother passed away, leaving you to care for your younger sister. How old is she?"

Betsy's voice softened as she recalled the memory. "Six, ma'am."

"Right. It was certainly difficult for a twenty-one year old girl to come up with enough money to take care of her sister and herself. Especially since she was so inexperienced. Who would want to hire you?"

It was a rhetorical question, so she stayed quiet.

Ms. Hindler continued to walk slowly toward Betsy. "I decided to overlook your situation because I saw potential in you. I still do. However, in order to make it big in this world, you must keep up with the current situations. Look at me." She gestured to herself. "I came from a small town. I had a hard life as well. But now I am the vise president of Craft Inc., the most successful business in the world."

Betsy was completely aware of that. Besides the CEO of the company, and of course the President of Minecraft, Ms. Hindler was the most powerful person in Minecraft.

"I have been willing to give you many chances."

"I appreciate that, ma'am." Betsy responded, not wanting to argue.

She stared her down. Betsy was extremely uncomfortable. She was worried that she was going to get fired. She couldn't afford that. And Ms. Hindler knew that.

"Thirty minutes." The woman walked back to her desk. "I better have those files on my desk by then."

Betsy nodded, and walked to the door swiftly.

"Also."

She stopped, holding her breath.

"I know where my coffee comes from. And if you ever attempt to flirt with my nephew again, I will not be so nice anymore."

•    •    •

Ight so we got Rae, Ms. Hindler, and Betsy. Rae is Sky's girlfriend apparently, Betsy is the assistant to Ms. Hindler, and that she-demon is the vise president of the most powerful company in the world.

So some pretty interesting characters have shown up.

What do you think of them?
Do you think they have anything to do with any of the GATU or group of four crap?

K I got nothing else to say.

Rock on, my little rebels.