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THE INVISIBLE MAN
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by
Duckling
Chapter 2
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“Van?” Joe’s concerned voice fell softly in on her thoughts.
The gray-eyed girl shrugged as she hastened into her explanation: “Well, you see it was all a joke really. No harm intended at all.”
Joe’s blue eyes narrowed in rising concern as the normally poised girl stumbled through her recital. His instinct warned him that he was not going to like this.
“I mean,” Vanessa blundered along, “That Frank totally agreed to prepare the potion. We were going to have it all mixed up and threaten to . . . um . . . to do something with it, although we hadn’t quite decided what,” the girl ended lamely.
Callie felt a knot of nervous comprehension tightening in her stomach. Only that morning, Vanessa had informed her excitedly of the recipe for invisible ink she had found in her bag.
Joe’s stance had changed from one of open concern- arms resting loosely at his side, eyes wide with mild apprehension- to that of carefully controlled anger: arms crossed in front and held firmly in place against his muscular chest; eyes resplendent in their angry intensity.
Vanessa risked glancing over at her boyfriend and cringed.
“Van,” the blond boy began, his voice dangerously soft and gentle, “What happened to Frank?”
“I accidentally spilled the beaker of invisible ink on him,” she responded at last. She gulped. “He, er, disappeared.”
Callie paled as she gave a little gasp. Frank had disappeared?
As if suddenly realizing what the others must be thinking, Vanessa hurried to clarify. “Relax. He’s right here.” She pointed to the empty chair that she had so deliberately pulled out from the table.
The other two blond heads swiveled to stare at the empty space. “He . . .um, can’t speak.” Vanessa added anxiously. “At least, if he can speak, we can’t hear him.”
“What do you mean ‘relax’?” Joe asked angrily. “No one can see or hear my brother, and you tell us to relax?”
The boy suddenly snapped his mouth shut and looked away, too upset to continue.
Callie felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. A moment later, an unseen hand gently brushed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes briefly, before reopening them.
“He’s right here beside me,” she told the others. “I felt him touch my shoulder.”
Joe let out a sigh and shot a poisonous glance at Vanessa. Then he swiveled to the spot where he believed his brother to be.
“Are you okay, Frank? Are you hurt?” The three teens waited in an expectant hush. Suddenly Joe felt a comforting hand pat his back: a gesture of reassurance he recognized from his childhood.
Joe gave a wry smile. “Good. Glad that you’re at least okay.” Since it was impossible to tell when, if ever, Frank had regained his seat, Joe didn’t bother to wait for him to do so.
Turning to Vanessa, he asked coolly: “Care to elaborate a bit more?”
Vanessa shifted in her chair. “Well,” she began, “like I said . . . we had just fixed the invisible ink when I spilled it all over Frank.”
Callie spoke up, realizing that Vanessa had probably forgotten that she had yet to tell Joe of the formula.
“Van found an old recipe for invisible ink in her bag,” she began by way of introduction.
“Oh, right!” Vanessa exclaimed sheepishly. “I never got around to telling you that today.”
She glanced over at her boyfriend. He sat incredibly still, carefully watching her. He’s so angry! The girl thought anxiously. He only ever sits that still when he’s struggling to keep his temper in check.
Callie glanced nervously from Joe to Vanessa. “Maybe if we knew what was in the potion, we could figure out how to reverse it,” she suggested.
Joe flicked an interested glance at Callie. Encouraged by Joe’s move, Vanessa hastily searched her notebook for the formula.
“Here it is,” she announced a bit breathlessly, extending the worn paper to Joe.
The blond boy slowly took the page, scanned it, and handed it silently to Callie.
“Well,” Callie exclaimed after a moment of quiet perusal, “there doesn’t seem to be anything on here that has been known to cause people to become invisible.”
“No,” Vanessa agreed. “They’re all basic chemicals, available to anyone.”
“Even high school students,” Joe added softly. It was impossible to tell whether he intended that comment to be sarcastic or a simple statement of fact.
The two girls exchanged glances. Joe so calm, while still obviously angry, was never a good sign.
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