The Formidable End

Chapter 8

            “Oh, thank God!” I sighed with relief as we walked up to the entrance of the library where they keep all the old records from prior years. I gently pushed open the door, “Greg hurry up before they close!”

“Ope I really don’t think this is a good idea, maybe talking to my mom would get you all the answers that you need.” Greg looked scared, like something or someone was waiting for us on the other side of the door.

“Don’t be such a coward, it will take maybe an hour for me to find what we are looking for and to finish printing it out.”

“YOU ARE PRINTING IT OUT! Does that not just scream, hey look! It’s look you really want the people who killed your mom to know that you are on to them.”

“Don’t be a pussycat, no one except the librarian can see what we are printing out and besides, I have some extra cash to pay whoever is inside to not notice what we took.”

            Greg just sighed in defeat; he knows I always win these types of arguments, since most of the time I can just compel whoever is on to us to forget about it. We quickly jog inside and go to the computers with all the information we could possibly need, the only problem is, is that I do not know the exact date she died. I quickly tried to remember what the poster at her service had said in my dream. I know the year; it was 1994 when she went missing at the beginning of the year and the leaves were falling when I watched her car blow up. Sometime around fall 1994 was what I was supposed to be looking for, but nothing for my mother popped up. The only car explosions that happened, was a mother and her five-year-old daughter.

“Wait a sec, Greg come look at this.” He quickly glanced over at the page I had on my screen and looked superbly shocked.

“You said you saw what happened, is it possible from your point of view that you were in the car with her and somehow survived?”

            It took me a quick second to jog my memory of that part of my dream, “No I wasn’t, when I watched my dad drive by, I was in the backseat, so why does this say that I was? Give me a quick second to load the whole screen up so we can look at the faces listed.”

            Surely enough my mother’s face popped up, but her name was changed, she was now going by Marie Besnard. I recognized the name immediately from history class, Marie Besnard was one of the most famous Black Widow’s in History. She was charged with thirteen counts of murder and was nicknamed ‘The Queen of Poisoners’. She was the inspiration for the character my mother changed her name to when she married my father, and my mother was in awe of her. Marie ended up being charged three times over the course of ten years but was never charged, so when she died, she was a free woman.

            The article pertaining to how my mother had died stated that, Mrs. Besnard and her five-year-old Olivia Besnard had both died on impact after they swerved off of the roadside and crashed at the bottom of a three-hundred-foot cliff. The car exploded within a few minutes of the crash according to the three witnesses. The page even listed the names of the witnesses, but no pictures were listed so all I had to go on was three last names. Mr. Fuentes, Mr. Olague, and Mr. Fuentes’s son were the witnesses to my mother’s murder that was labeled an accident, but I was going to get her the justice that she deserved. I started a search on the names, but as soon as I typed in Fuentes the Ringling Brother’s Cartel was brought up and I recognized three of the faces of the known cartel members as the three men I saw while watching how my mother met her demise.

            I got up from the computer and looked at the nice gentleman that was working and put on my prettiest smile trying to get a look into his eyes, “I need to get article number…” I hesitated and used my vamp vision to read the article number, “667289-H printed, sorry for the hesitation I just forgot what the number was. Is there any way I can have you print that out?”

“Sure miss, that will be seventy-five cents for one copy.”

            I looked deep into his eyes and used my compulsion, “You don’t need any money from me, just print the article out and forget that this ever happened. You never saw us and to make sure of that once you print out article 667289-H you will go and delete any video footage of us ever being here.”

            He immediately started doing as I had instructed without any hesitation, “Here you go miss, your copy of 667289-H, now if you will excuse me I have a few things that I need to finish up.” His name badge said Javier and that was all I could remember after he had turned around, never taking another glance as I ran to Greg with my quick speed and grabbed him and his broom. Before the clerk had even gotten five feet away Greg and I were out the door and down the block, out of view from all the cameras so Javier could get rid of any evidence that we were there.

“Thanks for the warning Opal, why such the hurry to get out of there?”

“You were right about the possibility of someone finding out we were there, so I used compulsion on Javier back there to delete any videos of us and to forget what we took.”

Shaking his head in disappointment Greg started to speak, but before he could I had my wings out and was starting to fly off up in the air. As soon as I started to fly back to the treehouse Greg was right beside me on his broom and putting his pocketbook of spells away, he had erased any image of us on any cameras on the street. No, it was more like he fried the cameras. The spell he used was made up by himself and every time he uses it all the footage from the whole day is completely gone and the cameras are completely fried.