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Chapter One

—Memories—

The thunder roared. The sky soon lit into a vast array of blues and greens soon followed by another monstrous and unnatural roar. It was the storm’s rainbow, an array of colors only beautiful to those not directly under them. Every clap of thunder shook the aged wooden boards in the roof of the Cape Baltimore Marina. Each time sounded like it would be the last for the feeble old building. However after each time it was still standing. The two story building was one of the oldest in the county. The first floor was two rooms, not including the lame excuse for a rest room: the front lobby and the office.
The front lobby was rectangular in shape with a door and windows on the front and the old wooden front desk across from it. Behind the desk was the office. The desk stretched almost the whole length of the building, but stopped short on both ends to allow room for two doors. The door on the left led down to the docks or up to the second floor. The door on the right was the rest room.
David Waterstone, the owner, and his 16-year-old daughter Hannah were working quickly to shut down for the day. The storm had come out of nowhere! There was nothing to suggest a storm today, but it just appeared out of nowhere on their weather satellite feed. The wind speeds were steadily increasing, so as a precaution David decided to pull down the two inch metal shields on the front windows. Hannah took the four on the left; David took the four on the right.
They both took emergency raincoats from behind the desk. Neither of them, Hannah the least of all with her single T-Shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, were dressed for the occasion. It started pouring down rain as they made their way out the door. The rain pummeled on them as David was locking the front door.
“Go get the car started!” David said as he tossed her the keys to his car, “I’ll be right behind you.” Hannah did as she was asked. She had to work to do it though. The wind was pushing against her every inch of the way. She managed to keep a steady pace though. She placed one foot in front of the other, until one of them hit some obstruction that sent her falling to the ground. The hood to her rain coat fell off in the process. She looked over to see what had caused her to trip and saw it was covered in sand. She couldn’t make out what it was. She reached her hand over and turned it over. It was a body!
“H-Holy sh-shit!” she screamed. David, who was a few feet behind, heard her. He raced up to her.
“What happened?” he asked, then followed her eyes to the body that was in front of her. “Damnit!” he exclaimed. The body’s face was scratched and bruised, obviously a side effect of being whipped around by this storm. His seaman’s first aid instinct kicked in. He put his middle and index fingers on the man’s neck to find a pulse. “He’s alive Hannah, but not for long! We’ve got to get him in the house! Help me load him to the car!” And she did. They laid him down in the back seat of their green sedan. Then they both got in and drove off at well over the speed limit.

His hearing recovered before his vision and muscles. Raindrops and hail pebbles were pounding against whatever shelter he was in. He heard voices in the distance. Finally, his eyes were allowed to open and he sat up. As he did so he felt like his brain was being inflated and about to blow. He quickly evaluated the room he was in. It contained the twin bed he was on and a desk with a mirror above it. The desk and mirror were arranged parallel to the bed, and there was a window on the right wall between the two. A door, which he presumed was the exit, was to the left of the desk.
His first instinct told him to escape now and ask questions later. The window looked old enough to pull the frame out of the wall without making any noise at all. However, his brain told him something was severely out of place in this room. He was sitting on the bed facing the desk. He got up and walked over quietly, but the floorboards made it impossible for him to be as quiet as he wanted to be. The surface of the desk was empty, and he felt under it and pulled. There was a droor right under the middle portion of the desk. The droor contained paper, pencil, pen, white-out… this was a writing desk.
He looked back up at the mirror, wondering why someone would put a mirror above a writing desk. He then he just stood there looking at himself for a minute. His icy blue eyes locked on their reflection. His brown bangs hanging shortly above them. He felt something inside of him begin to swell up. Suddenly there was a stale taste in his mouth. Something about this mirror isn’t right, something in the back of his mind told him. He reached out his right hand to try and touch it. The closer his hand got to the mirror, the colder it felt. The door swung open. He spun around, he’d be caught!
“Oh,” the girl said, shocked, “You’re… awake…” She didn’t know how to respond, and neither did he.
“Who are you?” he asked with coolness.
The girl was still shaken to find her guest up and moving. “I’m Hannah-“
“How did I get here?” he demanded before she could finish her introduction. He was in control now.
“We found you on the beach… you had been… knocked out or something…” she stammered, and then suddenly got a burst of self-confidence. “… So who the hell are you to come in here bossing me around? I saved your life! Now who are YOU?”
This outburst surprised him a little bit. He had underestimated her, a mistake that would have probably been fatal if he had made it anywhere else. However, what surprised him more was that he couldn’t remember his own name! He stood there for a minute trying to remember. He finally gave up, “I… I don’t know,” he said.
This seemed to calm Hannah down a little bit. “You must have amnesia… come on in the Kitchen; my mom was just making dinner.” He accepted this invitation graciously.

The kitchen was relatively roomy. It was rectangular, the left half consisted of counters that stretched half of the left wall and then shot out toward the right and made it three-fourths of the way to the right wall before it stopped. The stove and oven was situated in the middle of the portion which was on the left wall, then to the left of that was a microwave and some stacks of newspapers. The rest of the counter was clear; the meal has already been prepared.
When Hannah and the guest walked in, there were already two others occupying the table. The first was a man. The guest guessed around fourty years old. He was roughly 5”10, blond hair which was beginning to bald up top, his arm muscles seemed to be in fairly good shape. The second person at the table was a woman. She was a bout the same age; the guest figured, three inches shorter, red hair which came to her shoulders. The guest noticed that both of them had wedding bands around their ring fingers. They must be married, he thought, and Hannah is their daughter. The man spoke first.
“Well hello there Caleb, my name is David and this is my wife Jasiel. You’ve already met Hannah.” he said.
“What did you call me?” their guest asked.
“Caleb,” he said simply. He then gestured his head toward a dog tag that was on the table, “We found that on you when you were washed up on the beach. I’m assuming it’s yours.”
Caleb walked over to the table and picked up the dog tag to analyze it. It simply read “Caleb & Lucy.” After he read the tag he looked right next to it. There was a metal loop on the chain that wasn’t attached to anything. Caleb rolled it around and noticed that it looked like something had been ripped off of it.
“I’m assuming you’re not Lucy of course,” David said with a smirk.
“Any idea what was on here?” he asked, indicating the metal loop.
David took the dog tag and necklace out of Caleb’s hands and examined it, “Hm, didn’t notice that. No, I never saw anything on there,” he then turned to his wife, “Did you notice anything on here?”
Jasiel looked over, “No I didn’t.” she replied. Her voice shook with nervousness, much in contrast to her husband.
“Must’ve fallen off during the storm,” David replied.
“Must have.” Caleb replied.
“Well why don’t you both sit down and have something to eat?”
They both took places at the table. He was fired a series of questions about where he came from and other things he should know, but he didn’t. After dinner, Caleb was shown where the resroom is, and they all seperated and went to bed. It had been a tiring day for all of them, except for Caleb. Even though he should be tired considering what happened, he wasn’t really sleepy. No matter, they let him have the room that he awoke in. He would manage to keep himself busy.
It was only when he was sure that everyone else was sleeping that he got out of bed and walked toward the mirror. I wonder what makes you tick, he thought. As he got closer to the mirror, the air became cold again. His icy blue eyes once again locked on their reflection and he moved his hand closer to the mirror. This time was different though. He still had the same stale taste in his mouth, and the air closest to the mirror was still cold, but he started to hear voices. They were talking very rapidly, and it was very far away. However, the closer his hand got to the mirror the louder they got. He inhaled deeply and then pushed his hand into contact with the mirror. No sound was made as the white light that burst from the mirror swallowed him.

When the light retreated he was in a cave. He was facing a stream that flowed through it. Right by the stream there was a man and a woman whose arms held a baby. They didn’t notice him. The woman and the man spoke softly, and the woman cried and brought her baby nearer to her. This was not a happy time. However, Caleb noticed something that they did not.
Behind them there was a man crouched behind a rock. He was watching them. Before he could do anything, the woman spoke and it echoed loudly.
“Goodbye my son!” she cried.
It was that instant that Caleb felt as if he’d been picked up and thrown. He was once again surrounded by the white light. He felt like he was falling, but he did not know where he would land. Then he did. He stopped, but he was still surrounded by white. He then moved his arm and felt soft resistance. This was no light. He sat up and looked around. He’d fallen in snow.
He surveyed his surroundings. Then his eyes locked on two people, one was a girl about his own age hiding behind a table that had been turned on its side. Then parallel to her was a boy doing the same. Caleb froze in shock, it was himself. He saw the two throw snowballs at each other, both of them having so much fun. Then it was like something inside of him clicked. A light bulb came on. A connection was made in his brain.
All of the memories came flooding back. Every friend, every humiliating moment, every crazy plan, and every detention all came flooding back. Then the emotion came. All of his memories were either good or just plain silly, but something drove a knife into his heart and twisted it around as he watched himself and this girl throw snowballs at each other. Something was wrong, he suddenly was no longer comfortable sitting in this snow. He became winded and started breathing heavily. He was then thrown again.
This time the fall was harder, and when he landed he hit a brick wall instead of snow. He surveyed his new surroundings, still breathing hard. He was in an alleyway, some industrial district. He noticed that there were no doors, only the two exits of the alley. A girl was leaning up against the same wall as him a little farther down, close to the exit. It was the same girl he’d seen throwing snowballs. She was scared out of her mind. Her eyes jumped from one side to the next. She was shaking.
Then Caleb saw himself turn the corner. She jumped and he grabbed her.
“Lucy… please… listen to me,” his voice was desperate and in panic, “It was an accident, Lucy, please!”
“Let me go! Let me go!” she screamed, bursting into tears. She tried to fight him but failed. He was too strong.
“Lucy please!” he pleaded, “Just hear me out, please!” He loved her.
“No, you freak!” she screamed. Caleb felt the pain increase as he watched this happen to himself. He legs buckled. He saw the girl kick him in the crotch, and he felt it. He saw himself collapse against the opposing wall, and he almost collapsed too. The girl ran out of the alley and down the street.
“Lucy! No!” he saw himself scream. Then there was shriek from the street.
Caleb and his other self screamed in unison, “NOOOOOOOO!!” The white light came again. The fall this time was worse than the last. The whole way he was caught screaming. He couldn’t stop. His heart felt like it had been ripped out, his stomach was twisted, and his head was screaming along with his voice. Then there was one final impact and then black. Caleb’s body couldn’t resist the lure of sleep any longer.

—Excerpt from the personal journal of Mortimier—
5th May 2005

I believe that I may have a lead. My superiors want me to personally investigate this one. They think it could be the real thing. According to a source, there was a huge surge of supernatural activity around the Bronx in New York. I find the location interesting. I would’ve thought that anyone capable of relocating someone with such a huge force over the weather would be able to do well in the mortal world. Apparently not. Someone who was doing well would not live in the Bronx.

In other news, there is chaos up the chain of command. Someone has apparently been killed. All the details are being guarded by the Board of Directors, but The Organization is definitely not going to take this sitting down. I feel sorry for anyone who was stupid enough to pull a stunt like this. I hope they have some help somewhere. They will need it.

Description
Chapter One

—Memories—

The thunder roared. The sky soon lit into a vast array of blues and greens soon followed by another monstrous and unnatural roar. It was the storm’s rainbow, an array of colors only beautiful to those not directly under them. Every clap of thunder shook the aged wooden boards in the roof of the Cape Baltimore Marina. Each time sounded like it would be the last for the feeble old building. However after each time it was still standing. The two story building was one of the oldest in the county. The first floor was two rooms, not including the lame excuse for a rest room: the front lobby and the office.
The front lobby was rectangular in shape with a door and windows on the front and the old wooden front desk across from it. Behind the desk was the office. The desk stretched almost the whole length of the building, but stopped short on both ends to allow room for two doors. The door on the left led down to the docks or up to the second floor. The door on the right was the rest room.
David Waterstone, the owner, and his 16-year-old daughter Hannah were working quickly to shut down for the day. The storm had come out of nowhere! There was nothing to suggest a storm today, but it just appeared out of nowhere on their weather satellite feed. The wind speeds were steadily increasing, so as a precaution David decided to pull down the two inch metal shields on the front windows. Hannah took the four on the left; David took the four on the right.
They both took emergency raincoats from behind the desk. Neither of them, Hannah the least of all with her single T-Shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, were dressed for the occasion. It started pouring down rain as they made their way out the door. The rain pummeled on them as David was locking the front door.
“Go get the car started!” David said as he tossed her the keys to his car, “I’ll be right behind you.” Hannah did as she was asked. She had to work to do it though. The wind was pushing against her every inch of the way. She managed to keep a steady pace though. She placed one foot in front of the other, until one of them hit some obstruction that sent her falling to the ground. The hood to her rain coat fell off in the process. She looked over to see what had caused her to trip and saw it was covered in sand. She couldn’t make out what it was. She reached her hand over and turned it over. It was a body!
“H-Holy sh-shit!” she screamed. David, who was a few feet behind, heard her. He raced up to her.
“What happened?” he asked, then followed her eyes to the body that was in front of her. “Damnit!” he exclaimed. The body’s face was scratched and bruised, obviously a side effect of being whipped around by this storm. His seaman’s first aid instinct kicked in. He put his middle and index fingers on the man’s neck to find a pulse. “He’s alive Hannah, but not for long! We’ve got to get him in the house! Help me load him to the car!” And she did. They laid him down in the back seat of their green sedan. Then they both got in and drove off at well over the speed limit.

His hearing recovered before his vision and muscles. Raindrops and hail pebbles were pounding against whatever shelter he was in. He heard voices in the distance. Finally, his eyes were allowed to open and he sat up. As he did so he felt like his brain was being inflated and about to blow. He quickly evaluated the room he was in. It contained the twin bed he was on and a desk with a mirror above it. The desk and mirror were arranged parallel to the bed, and there was a window on the right wall between the two. A door, which he presumed was the exit, was to the left of the desk.
His first instinct told him to escape now and ask questions later. The window looked old enough to pull the frame out of the wall without making any noise at all. However, his brain told him something was severely out of place in this room. He was sitting on the bed facing the desk. He got up and walked over quietly, but the floorboards made it impossible for him to be as quiet as he wanted to be. The surface of the desk was empty, and he felt under it and pulled. There was a droor right under the middle portion of the desk. The droor contained paper, pencil, pen, white-out… this was a writing desk.
He looked back up at the mirror, wondering why someone would put a mirror above a writing desk. He then he just stood there looking at himself for a minute. His icy blue eyes locked on their reflection. His brown bangs hanging shortly above them. He felt something inside of him begin to swell up. Suddenly there was a stale taste in his mouth. Something about this mirror isn’t right, something in the back of his mind told him. He reached out his right hand to try and touch it. The closer his hand got to the mirror, the colder it felt. The door swung open. He spun around, he’d be caught!
“Oh,” the girl said, shocked, “You’re… awake…” She didn’t know how to respond, and neither did he.
“Who are you?” he asked with coolness.
The girl was still shaken to find her guest up and moving. “I’m Hannah-“
“How did I get here?” he demanded before she could finish her introduction. He was in control now.
“We found you on the beach… you had been… knocked out or something…” she stammered, and then suddenly got a burst of self-confidence. “… So who the hell are you to come in here bossing me around? I saved your life! Now who are YOU?”
This outburst surprised him a little bit. He had underestimated her, a mistake that would have probably been fatal if he had made it anywhere else. However, what surprised him more was that he couldn’t remember his own name! He stood there for a minute trying to remember. He finally gave up, “I… I don’t know,” he said.
This seemed to calm Hannah down a little bit. “You must have amnesia… come on in the Kitchen; my mom was just making dinner.” He accepted this invitation graciously.

The kitchen was relatively roomy. It was rectangular, the left half consisted of counters that stretched half of the left wall and then shot out toward the right and made it three-fourths of the way to the right wall before it stopped. The stove and oven was situated in the middle of the portion which was on the left wall, then to the left of that was a microwave and some stacks of newspapers. The rest of the counter was clear; the meal has already been prepared.
When Hannah and the guest walked in, there were already two others occupying the table. The first was a man. The guest guessed around fourty years old. He was roughly 5”10, blond hair which was beginning to bald up top, his arm muscles seemed to be in fairly good shape. The second person at the table was a woman. She was a bout the same age; the guest figured, three inches shorter, red hair which came to her shoulders. The guest noticed that both of them had wedding bands around their ring fingers. They must be married, he thought, and Hannah is their daughter. The man spoke first.
“Well hello there Caleb, my name is David and this is my wife Jasiel. You’ve already met Hannah.” he said.
“What did you call me?” their guest asked.
“Caleb,” he said simply. He then gestured his head toward a dog tag that was on the table, “We found that on you when you were washed up on the beach. I’m assuming it’s yours.”
Caleb walked over to the table and picked up the dog tag to analyze it. It simply read “Caleb & Lucy.” After he read the tag he looked right next to it. There was a metal loop on the chain that wasn’t attached to anything. Caleb rolled it around and noticed that it looked like something had been ripped off of it.
“I’m assuming you’re not Lucy of course,” David said with a smirk.
“Any idea what was on here?” he asked, indicating the metal loop.
David took the dog tag and necklace out of Caleb’s hands and examined it, “Hm, didn’t notice that. No, I never saw anything on there,” he then turned to his wife, “Did you notice anything on here?”
Jasiel looked over, “No I didn’t.” she replied. Her voice shook with nervousness, much in contrast to her husband.
“Must’ve fallen off during the storm,” David replied.
“Must have.” Caleb replied.
“Well why don’t you both sit down and have something to eat?”
They both took places at the table. He was fired a series of questions about where he came from and other things he should know, but he didn’t. After dinner, Caleb was shown where the resroom is, and they all seperated and went to bed. It had been a tiring day for all of them, except for Caleb. Even though he should be tired considering what happened, he wasn’t really sleepy. No matter, they let him have the room that he awoke in. He would manage to keep himself busy.
It was only when he was sure that everyone else was sleeping that he got out of bed and walked toward the mirror. I wonder what makes you tick, he thought. As he got closer to the mirror, the air became cold again. His icy blue eyes once again locked on their reflection and he moved his hand closer to the mirror. This time was different though. He still had the same stale taste in his mouth, and the air closest to the mirror was still cold, but he started to hear voices. They were talking very rapidly, and it was very far away. However, the closer his hand got to the mirror the louder they got. He inhaled deeply and then pushed his hand into contact with the mirror. No sound was made as the white light that burst from the mirror swallowed him.

When the light retreated he was in a cave. He was facing a stream that flowed through it. Right by the stream there was a man and a woman whose arms held a baby. They didn’t notice him. The woman and the man spoke softly, and the woman cried and brought her baby nearer to her. This was not a happy time. However, Caleb noticed something that they did not.
Behind them there was a man crouched behind a rock. He was watching them. Before he could do anything, the woman spoke and it echoed loudly.
“Goodbye my son!” she cried.
It was that instant that Caleb felt as if he’d been picked up and thrown. He was once again surrounded by the white light. He felt like he was falling, but he did not know where he would land. Then he did. He stopped, but he was still surrounded by white. He then moved his arm and felt soft resistance. This was no light. He sat up and looked around. He’d fallen in snow.
He surveyed his surroundings. Then his eyes locked on two people, one was a girl about his own age hiding behind a table that had been turned on its side. Then parallel to her was a boy doing the same. Caleb froze in shock, it was himself. He saw the two throw snowballs at each other, both of them having so much fun. Then it was like something inside of him clicked. A light bulb came on. A connection was made in his brain.
All of the memories came flooding back. Every friend, every humiliating moment, every crazy plan, and every detention all came flooding back. Then the emotion came. All of his memories were either good or just plain silly, but something drove a knife into his heart and twisted it around as he watched himself and this girl throw snowballs at each other. Something was wrong, he suddenly was no longer comfortable sitting in this snow. He became winded and started breathing heavily. He was then thrown again.
This time the fall was harder, and when he landed he hit a brick wall instead of snow. He surveyed his new surroundings, still breathing hard. He was in an alleyway, some industrial district. He noticed that there were no doors, only the two exits of the alley. A girl was leaning up against the same wall as him a little farther down, close to the exit. It was the same girl he’d seen throwing snowballs. She was scared out of her mind. Her eyes jumped from one side to the next. She was shaking.
Then Caleb saw himself turn the corner. She jumped and he grabbed her.
“Lucy… please… listen to me,” his voice was desperate and in panic, “It was an accident, Lucy, please!”
“Let me go! Let me go!” she screamed, bursting into tears. She tried to fight him but failed. He was too strong.
“Lucy please!” he pleaded, “Just hear me out, please!” He loved her.
“No, you freak!” she screamed. Caleb felt the pain increase as he watched this happen to himself. He legs buckled. He saw the girl kick him in the crotch, and he felt it. He saw himself collapse against the opposing wall, and he almost collapsed too. The girl ran out of the alley and down the street.
“Lucy! No!” he saw himself scream. Then there was shriek from the street.
Caleb and his other self screamed in unison, “NOOOOOOOO!!” The white light came again. The fall this time was worse than the last. The whole way he was caught screaming. He couldn’t stop. His heart felt like it had been ripped out, his stomach was twisted, and his head was screaming along with his voice. Then there was one final impact and then black. Caleb’s body couldn’t resist the lure of sleep any longer.

—Excerpt from the personal journal of Mortimier—
5th May 2005

I believe that I may have a lead. My superiors want me to personally investigate this one. They think it could be the real thing. According to a source, there was a huge surge of supernatural activity around the Bronx in New York. I find the location interesting. I would’ve thought that anyone capable of relocating someone with such a huge force over the weather would be able to do well in the mortal world. Apparently not. Someone who was doing well would not live in the Bronx.

In other news, there is chaos up the chain of command. Someone has apparently been killed. All the details are being guarded by the Board of Directors, but The Organization is definitely not going to take this sitting down. I feel sorry for anyone who was stupid enough to pull a stunt like this. I hope they have some help somewhere. They will need it.