Looking Glass Part 2: The night they became orphans

There’s two sides of what happened that night; one I’m just about to tell you, another is secretly safe with me until I’m ready to let the full works out in paper. Let me continue that one fateful night. – Authors Notes 

His hiding place would of been discovered. What on earth was he going to do now? As he watched the man who just killed Mary right before his eyes. The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming; that’s when something happened, that something the observer all knew to well off. He was going back to a place he’d hoped he would never see again; it was just him, the man Oliver Wishingwell and one of the boys. He couldn’t work it out which one it was as his face was changing every time to one of the Kennedys; that’s when the observer knew who it was, it was Duncan. Duncan had that extra power that had passed down to him; from his ancestors and of course the observer’s ancestors, as he watched Oliver was struggling to get close to Duncan. 

Then this powerful moment of something like invisible magic exploded everywhere; Oliver had gone, the only people who were left were the unseen followers praying on the dead to gain what they could have left. The triplets were crying. The observer didn’t dare change back into a human being. The alarm had finally gone off. Within seconds everyone came rushing; the three detectives from The Kennedy Department had taken the three away, before the other world social services had got their hands on them. Fred appeared; noticed the wolf disappearing out of the room, the unseen followers had disappeared out of sight into the rain that had started making the snow melt away. Thunder and lighting had started to happen. 

The observer continued to run; running towards the woods, to inform the chief Indian what he had just witness. That was the last time the observer was ever seen; no one could bring him in for questioning, Fred wouldn’t or refused to tell the primeminster where he is either. When both of them were at the house arguing; Fred was trying to remain calm as much as possible, but when it came to the primeminster. Well. Everyone knows that the Kennedy’s are actually in charge of the whole ministry itself and their world; they just didn’t fancy becoming the prime-minster, rather get on behind the scenes than dealing with everything else. 

Meanwhile whilst everything else was happening at the house; the three detectives had arrived at the Kennedy Orphanage in the department of the World Apart, two of them were eager to be put down and run off playing like nothing had happened. One of them want to stay in one of their arms; to be able to feel protected and safe a bit more, ‘it’s alright Duncan…it’s alright Duncan mate. You don’t have to go and play we can just sit here’ said the man in a Cornish accent. 

Whilst the other two detectives went to join the other two who were playing together; their names were James and Stacie, they were use to having each other’s company more because they knew that Duncan had something wrong with him but they didn’t know what. However they could feel it as they can sometimes feel each other’s emotions and etc. They left him with the other detective. 

Detective Mash could feel the what ever the observer had just witness; dying down now as Duncan was slowly felt more relaxed, having him close by than anyone else. They were all waiting to know what was going to happen next; but they didn’t know how long that was going to take, was it going to be hours, days, weeks for the three to be separated from each other. All of this wasn’t expected to happen; especially so soon in the recent death of Mary’s mothers death as she died to protect them, as she refused to tell Oliver where they lived. Mary’s father was no where to be found; they assumed that he was captured or go into hiding, so that they couldn’t ask him to take on the grandchildren. Especially on his own with four of them; but then again no one knows if the eldest son is alive or dead, they would of thought Oliver or someone would got to him by now and done something. However they would of thought the school was the last place to go to if Oliver knew that the school was run by the Kennedy family; but then again he wanted all of the Kennedys dead one way or another, their thoughts were disrupted by a security guard with a note in his hand. 

One of the more free detectives got up from the floor and walked over to him. As he got nearer he could see the man’s face looking terrified and he was shaking that he couldn’t believe what just came in. Once the detective had taken the note from the security guard; the note had said, 
Urgent news 

Mark Borthwright is………….

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