Every beginning, is some other beginning's end...Mature

add some vam magic!

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The Christmas party was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be having a better than average time, laughing and eating, conversations and festive music filling the fragrant air inside Dizzy's house.  The kitchen doors swiveled back and forth as the catering staff walked through them, bringing trays and serving dishes of food out to the many guests, and collecting small discarded plates and empty wine glasses as they retreated back to safety.

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Taking a deep breath, Dizzy fought to keep a smile on her face as she tried to find a reason to return to the party.  She had been fine all day, helping her mom make preparations for this party, as well as packing for their trip to the cemetery where her dad was buried. 

She tried to stop her swirling thoughts, the confusion she had been plunged into, her world shifted, the past suddenly gray and lifeless, the second she'd found and opened the package tucked away high in her mother's closet.  She couldn't even recall why she had been looking for, now that she knew what had been kept from her all these years... 

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Dizzy viciously shook inside, anything that would amp up her senses, her nerve endings seeming too calm, too unaware that her old life, for better or worse, was seconds from ending.  Why didn't she feel any fear? Where were the butterflies in the stomach she always felt when she was about to do something reckless? The seconds slid by in agonizing slowness, as she stood near the middle of a group of strangers waiting for the metro...


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She took a step, and waited. There it was. A bag held by a man nearby caught and held her attention.  She could see part of the words printed on its side, like a clue. The man had been near her recently, she was sure of it.  But was he following her? Dizzy was itching to find out. Casually stepping closer, as if looking for the approaching train, she slipped the innocent little stone out of her pocket, held it for a second, and let it fall into the man's bag, just as the man turned away from her, clearing his throat and looking at a pocketwatch on a chain.  She waited, saying a silent farewell to the familiar, just as the decoded instructions had suggested.  


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A bystander gasped, and moved back from the strange sight on the metro platform.  Another, then another waiting passenger gasped, as well, stepping back from the crumpling of falling, empty clothing in the very spot where a woman had been standing a split-second earlier.  The quiet was deafening to the few who were near the spectacle, then, breathing easier when nothing else happened, they stepped carefully around the clothes and onto the metro, a feeling of disturbed uneasiness passing quickly, striving to feel complacent once again. 

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The End

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