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Last time, in the prologue:
The time of my life, You thought excitedly to yourself. You chomped the delicious food down your throat, wanting to go as soon as possible.
Little did you know, that it would literally be the time of your life.
"Come on, _____! Or else we'll be the last in line!" One of your parents shouted. Unfortunately, your family got up early and was ready to go, leaving you to a very cold shower. You didn't have time to figure out the weird temperature settings for the water.
"I'm coming already!" You answered back as you ran to the elevator. Your hair was still wet, but you didn't care. You and your family soon got to the ground level and started walking towards the Parliament building.
The Parliament was a grand building--you couldn't miss it. Amongst the modern structures and old-world architecture, the Parliament stood out with its intricate details and large clock tower in the middle. In the large grass field in front was a monument of some kind; it was one of those monuments with a fire in the middle.
Of course, your parents had to take pictures of of it with you. It wasn't like you hated being photographed (well okay, maybe a bit), but it was slowing you down to actually getting into the building. You could feel your inner fangirl bubbling up inside you. You wanted to run out and scream, but contained yourself with just a fangirly smile.
"I can't wait to get insiiiideeeee," You said out loud. It was a bit whiny, but it needed to get out. "The only thing missing is finding Canada walking around here!" You chuckle at what you said, since Canada was known to be invisible.
Eventually, your parents finally went inside the Parliament building. It was a spectacular sight to behold; the details that were carved into the inside and outside of the Parliament was outstanding. Large halls, expensive marble floors, intricate carvings and a dome ceiling you passed by; it all felt like you were stuck in the past. The Parliament suited the old time charm that Ottawa has quite well, with its elegant but aged beauty.
Unfortunately, you and your family had gotten lost in the Parliament. The dumb tour guide got ahead of you, leaving your family behind in the unfamiliar building. What was worse was that there were security guards everywhere--of course, being the Parliament--watching our every move. It was quite unsettling, to say the least.
While you and your family were looking for another tour group to follow in this high-ceiling hallway, you felt something stir inside of you. It surprised you for a moment as you stopped in your tracks. The feeling was very foreign; it was nothing like you've felt before.
"______, are you coming?" One of your parents suddenly asked. The rest of your family had moved far ahead of you both.
"Yeah, umm," You paused for a bit. "I think I need to use the washroom."
"It's over there." You followed the path where your parent pointed, which fortunately wasn't that far. You quickly walked to an arch decorated with wood, your feet echoing on the marble floors. You entered one of the washrooms, looking at yourself in the mirror. Luckily, the washroom was completely empty.
"What is this feeling?" You asked no one in particular. The question hung in the air as your own voice echoed in your head. You closed your eyes briefly, concentrating on identifying the feeling. It felt 'strong', but there was somethi--
Hope.
More specifically, a hope that someone would find you.
You didn't know how you came to that conclusion, but it just somehow fits. Like a gut feeling. The thought, however, threw you entirely off guard. It didn't make any sense, since you were in no way missing. It confused you like hell, and it stuck in your mind. At first you thought it was some kind of fangirl phase, but immediately dismissed it. That was in no way fangirling.
You left the washroom and found your parent outside waiting for you. "Took you a bit long."
"Yeah, sorry." You smiled sheepishly. This puzzled you. All of this. But you refused to show it, and acted normally. If you didn't, your parents would know something was up and wrong with you--and the last thing you wanted was to spend the rest of your life in a mental hospital.
In the end, your family was able to find a tour group--a free tour of course--and you were able to explore more of the Parliament Building. However, you kept to your thoughts of the weird feeling you were experiencing the entire time.
Meanwhile, two certain blonde men in the same building sat in one of the rooms in expensive black suits. Both of them perked up at the sensing of the 'strong' feeling. They, however, know what it really meant. One of the men smiled as he faced the other.
"Shit's gonna get real."
After a long day sightseeing The Parliament and other sights of Ottawa, you were dead tired. It wasn't like you were unhealthy or anything, it was just that you did a lot of walking. Your excitement died out shortly after exiting the Parliament, causing exhaustion to wash over.
You plopped down into your soft hotel bed, letting your tired legs rest. "Are we going anywhere else tonight?" You asked, with a trace of annoyance.
Your dad, however, didn't seem to realise this. "Yup! We're heading back to the Parliament tonight!"
'Again? Did they like getting lost or something?' You remember thinking.
"What are we going to do there again, anyway?" You asked again, this time concealing your annoyance.
"Haven't you heard?" Your dad turned on the television. "There's going to be a light show displayed on the building."
Actually, you hadn't heard about it. You were too busy trying to figure out the weird 'hopeful' feeling out--which was quite funny actually, since it kind of faded a bit once you left the Parliament.
Well, it was going to be held outside, where there were fewer security. You guessed it wouldn't be that bad, thank goodness.
"I swear Arthur," One of the blonde men in the building said on the phone. "She, or he, is here! I felt it! See, even Matt felt it!" The man gave the phone to the other blonde who was apparently 'Matt'. He had sort of a long-ish and curly light blonde hair, with an odd hair strand that stuck out and curled to the side. Matt's eyes were an amazing shade of purple under the lenses he wore, and he was actually pretty handsome.
"Y-Yeah, I felt it too Arthur." Matt stuttered. "She or he is here, whoever they are. We need to catch them, before someone else does." He said, more serious this time.
The voice on the other line, 'Arthur', gave out an audible sigh. "Okay, I'll make sure to inform the other people too." The other blonde in the room fist-pumped.
"Thanks dude!" The other man said, in an obnoxious sort of way.
"Whatever, Alfred." Arthur was obviously annoyed by 'Alfred'. "It's my job, anyway." He hung up.
Alfred, in any way, was as handsome as Matt. He had short dirty-blonde hair, with a stubborn cowlick sticking up from his head. Under the glasses he wore were brilliant blue hues that mimicked the color of the sky.
Alfred smiled. "I can't believe it Matt! That they're here." He sat at a table near the wall. Then his smile fell. "How are we going to get them though?"
"Well, there's going to be a light show tonight at the building. They'll surely come, being tourists." Matt replied softly.
"But there are going to be hundreds of people there!" Alfred whined.
"Al," Matt said gently, like he was talking to a child. "It's the best chance of finding them, unless you want to walk around my streets all day looking for them." Alfred gave a little whine.
"Fine."
"Besides," Matt smiled. "It's not like we're going to get them in the night; really not gentlemen-like, isn't it?"
Much to your delight, the light show was certainly not full of security guards. There were just a lot of people sitting on the grass field that was in front of the Parliament building. You and your family got a spot at the back, though you could still see the building sitting in the distance. As the night brought the moon and the stars, it brought a chilly breeze and the dark along with it too. Unfortunately, you only wore a plain t-shirt and jeans, so it didn't help protecting you from the cold. You held your arms together in an attempt to stay warm.
The large pathways and the wide green fields were full of people. Some lights shone on the Parliament building and the surrounding old buildings, all with the same architectural style. The lights were positioned in a way that made long shadows drape over the aged buildings, emphasizing their heights and intricate exterior details.
You didn't mind sitting on the grass; it was a good thing you didn't throw out those brochures that were handed out to tourists. You spread the brochure onto the wet grass, and sat down. Some lights flashed and music began to play, and suddenly some kind of intro was being displayed onto the Parliament. The clock's light displayed began to flicker, and suddenly it looked like the clock fell down. It was pretty cool, actually.
Meanwhile, the two blonde men--Alfred and Matt--were disguised as ordinary tourists, pretending to look for a spot to sit down on the grass. Alfred, being the obnoxious guy he was, let out a little snicker. He was obviously enjoying the whole I'm-a-regular-person-disguise thing, since it seemed like they were roleplaying or something.
"Al!" Matt whispered softly, so the sounds from the intro would prevent other people from eavesdropping. This apparently shushed Alfred. "Can you feel it? They're close by, aren't they?"
"Yeah." Alfred replied stiffly. He then focused more on finding where the source of the 'strong' feeling was. This way! He thought excitedly to himself as he walked amongst the crowd. It's coming closer!
"Wait, Al!" Matt didn't bother to whisper. Alfred walked more quickly now, and Matt knew why--the feeling was getting larger and stronger with every step he took.
Alfred stopped at the spot where he felt the 'strong' feeling was the largest. A quick glance around the spot and he found where the feeling was most concentrated. His eyes widened, surprised. He finally found the person they both were looking for--it was a girl.
Which was funny, because that girl was you.
FINALLY, someone wrote about a sane fangirl!~