Chasing Hopes.

Here is the 2nd chapter, thanks for reviews, subscribes, and favourites! The first chapter's title was the song, I need a doctor, duh, haha...

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Chapter Two- You Know What They Say About The Young.

The sun was finally rising again in the sky. Daisy and Alex the cows mooed happily as daylight filtered in through a gap in the stable roof. Ginger the horse hastily nibbled his hay as a warm summer breeze blew through the doors. Maggie the chicken clucked and Phoebe the duck quacked joyously as another day began.

The birds gathering in the yard flew off hurriedly as the sound of footprints against the ground thumped throughout the countryside.

The boy smoothed his hair and held a bundle of papers in his arms as he came up the hill from his trek from Flute Fields, to Harmonica Town, and back past Moonlit farm...

The cherry trees brandished their fruits and he sniffed the pleasant aroma of the oranges hanging from a lone tree in the garden's copse.

Oranges were a favourite of his...

Molly yawned and sat up, "Morning, Finn." She sighed as she rubbed her eyes.

Silence.

Molly shot out of bed, clad in very revealing pants and a strappy top (thanks to Kathy) and ran outside barefooted.

She turned bright red as she registered that a very flustered person stood before her.

"Uh, is this a bad time?" Chase murmured, scratching behind his head and trying desperately to look anywhere but at Molly.

Molly couldn't even speak from the embarassment she was feeling.

"Give me, five minutes." She wailed, scarpering back indoors.

Being a boy, Chase couldn't help but catch a sneaky look as she ran back indoors. He punished himself with a slap to the face.

"What the hell, Chase?" He asked himself.

He rolled his eyes as a breeze allowed his strawberry locks to dance in the air.

"Finn! Where are you? Finn!" Molly whispered as he little harvest sprite still was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, she tripped over her armchair as she struggled to pull up her work trousers. Eventually, she ran to the door.

The slam of her front door snapped him from his daydream. There stood Molly, now fully clothed. Thank Goddess.

"So, what do you need?" She yawned.

Chase held up a poster for her to grab, "The Inn's having a Busking Night. I've been ordered to deliver these leaflets. It's tonight." Chase explained as Molly snatched the paper and read it.

Molly's hazel eyes scanned it carefully, Chase waited till she looked up again. He noticed the grin on her sunny face.

"So, you'll come?" He asked, scuffing the soles of his toe-less sandals against the dusty ground as he waited for her reply.

"Of course I will!" She smiled, her earlier fiasco still hadn't left her mind, nor Chase's.

"Well." Chase sighed, scratching behind his head as an awkward silence overcame the two.

The only noise around was the whispering winds. The green leaves muttered amongst themselves as Molly twiddled her thumbs.

"See you tonight, then, I guess?" Molly said, breaking the silence, thank Goddess.

Chase nodded quietly, "See ya." He murmured, his hand lifting meekly to say bye before he began to stroll down the path.

Molly watched him go, with his giant bundle of papers. She could see him eyeing up the oranges on her tree. Molly rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Her boots made a crunching sound on the gravel below her feet as she jogged over to him.

Chase turned to see the farmer girl again, she was grinning. Her smile meant trouble. Chase knew that.

"What do you want now?" He asked, a scowl appearing as she smiled back.

Molly said nothing, but ran over to her orange tree and shook it with all her might.

Chase watched in curiousity as two oranges, the good kind fell from the tree into her gloved hands. She strolled over, and handed them to Chase. He looked, puzzled at her as the sweet smell filled his nose.

"What are these for?" He asked.

Molly shrugged, "Make them into a cake at the Inn if you want. Thanks for this." She held up the leaflet and Chase's eyes widened.

"Thanks!" He choked, holding the oranges in his palms and forgetting about his papers.

"CHASE!" Molly yelled.

Chase looked up in horror to see all the leaflets flying away and scattered all over Moonlit Farm. They were caught in the wind's fierce grasp. A few became captured in the trees and another secured itself to the Barn roof.

"Aw crap." Chase grumbled, pocketing the oranges and sighing grumpily.

Molly sprinted over her garden, a paper tumbled in the air just in front, she leapt, but the leaflet was too quick for her. It sped out of her way and Molly cried out as she was sent tumbling over headfirst into the spongey grass.

Chase saw the farmer, and ran over, "Now's not the time for planking, Molly." He joked, helping her to her feet.

"Har. Har. Har." The farmer joked in a sarcastic tone, "We've gotta get your sheets back!"

Chase watched as Molly began running towards her tree and clambering up the trunk with skill. He flinched as she was almost blown from a high branch by the howling wind. The tree shook under the pressure of a small human being, and Chase's nerves were all over the place as she climbed higher.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled as she reached out her fingers to grab a paper on the edge of the tree.

Molly jumped but caught her balance and snatched her hand back. "Gettin' your sheet back so I'd appreciate it if you don't try to kill me like that!" She retorted.

"You don't need me to kill you! You're gonna do it yourself soon! Get down!" He hollered, running over and waving his arms about in anger.

Molly ignored Chase and put his yells out of her head, she reached out, still clutching the branch.

Slowly...

Slowly...

Her fingertips could only brush against it.

The wind would grew mad again any minute, she knew that. She looked down at Chase, he was not happy.

"Oi! Strawberry-head!" She yelled.

Chase looked up in anger, that was Molly's queue.

The wind exploded upon her, she let go of her hold on the branch and launched herself forwards to grab the paper inbetween her fingers. She whooped in triumph as she held it to her chest. She flew through the air and just as she was was about to hit the ground with painful consequences. Something, or someone caught her.

She felt a pair of strong, muscled arms around her before she slipped to the ground with the person.

Chase winced as she landed on his stomach, winding him as his head hit the floor.

Molly breathed out and sat up, she stared at the leaflet and wished she could rip it up for all the trouble it had caused. She looked around in curiousity.

"Chase?" she yelled, pushing down on what she thought was the ground with her hands.

The only reply she got was a groaning and wheezing from underneath her.

Molly gazed downwards.

"Chase!" She leapt off of him and the chef lay there, his eyes closed in dizziness.

"Are you ok?" She asked, kneeling down on the grass and nudging him.

Chase didn't answer.

Molly began to panic.

What would she do? She'd killed Chase! She'd be sent to prison, she could see the headlines now.

"Farmer Murders Chef With Leaflet Fall."

"Chase!" She wailed, shaking his shoulders.

She felt his neck for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when there was one.

"Great. Chase is unconcious, I've lost Finn, and I have litter all over this bloody farm!" Molly wanted to scream, but she calmed herself, she didn't want to scare her animals more than they already had been.

Molly looked around, Chase was out cold.

What could she do?

She got up to walk off , but found her eyes drawn to him and her feet halt.

What was she thinking? She couldn't leave him out here for Goddesses' Sake!

She walked carefully over to him, and meekly placed her arms under his and yanked him up. His head lolled limply and his legs and arms dangled by his sides. Molly struggled to hold both herself and Chase's KO-ed form up, but with difficulty and several stumbles, managed to open her door and place him inside.

She lay him down on her couch and ran over to fetch a glass of water. As she looked out the window in front of the sink that lead out over the garden, she groaned. How many people were there exactly in the Cantata Region? Surely Hayden had printed millions of those stupid copies?

"More than they needed..." she thought as several began sweeping across the lawn, confusing her duck Phoebe as they flew about like a low-flying flock of birds.

She turned from the catastrophie and walked back over to Chase.

She placed the glass of water beside him and pressed a hand to his forehead. He was freezing!

Molly hastily grabbed her duvet and placed it on Chase to warm him up, she fetched a pillow and carefully propped his head on it. His blonde bangs flopped over his face. She swept them away gently with her fingers and found herself mesmerised.

Just as she found herself moving towards him, she was snapped from her daydream.

"Boo!"

"Finn!" Molly yelled as she jumped off the floor and placed Chase back on the sofa.

The little orange sprite giggled and howled with laughter. Molly scowled at him.

"I know you like the chef but surely there are better ways of getting a man than knocking one out and kissing him when out cold!" The sprite smirked.

Molly went cherry red.

"I do NOT like him like that!" She blushed fiercely, her hands bawled into fists.

Finn rolled his eyes, she could tell he wasn't buying it.

She turned around to look at Chase again. Finn wolf-whistled.

"SHUT UP!" She wailed, throwing a pillow in the orange Harvest Sprite's direction.

Finn dodged easily and the pillow crashed into a cabinet beside the door. A loud crash and smash was heard.

Molly ran over as a vase smashed to the planked floor.

"Finn!" She cried as she observed the broken vase.

"Sorry!" The sprite apologised, gathering beside her as Molly knelt beside the mess and shards of china. She sighed and began picking them up with her bare hands carefully.

As she picked bits up with Finn's help, she uncovered another item that had fallen to the ground.

She picked it up and dusted off the broken glass from inside. It was ruined.

Tears began to gather in her hazel eyes as she stared at the ruined photograph inside the broken frame.

It was an old picture, with new scratches where the colour was snatched from the picture, on it was a little girl and an older lady, next to them both was a little boy.

Molly's bottom lip trembled as she stared at it.

The woman was smiling happily with her arms around two small children, both of them wore simillar expressions.

The little girl had brunette hair and hazel eyes which glowed with a strange aura. She held the hand of the little boy tightly.

The little boy had strawberry blonde hair with mauve eyes, he was grinning and had a fiery flicker in his eyes. The little girl nor the mother seemed to notice the sparkle, infact, it was only until now Molly had ever seen it.

She held it and glanced backwards at Chase, he was still sleeping. As she looked back, something clicked in her ehad. She gazed at the little boy, then at Chase.

Chase.

Little kid.

Chase.

Little kid.

"Urgh... Where am I?" A voice broke her stares.

Her head whipped around and she saw Chase rubbing his head and a pair of purple hued eyes staring back at her.

"You were knocked out after I landed on you. You're in my house now." She said.

Chase nodded, and rubbed his head again.

Molly placed the photo on the table and handed him the glass of water. "Here."

Chase accepted it easily, and gulped it down within seconds. He stared at her, "Thanks."

Molly looked up, "What for? Landing on you?"

"For bringing me in." he smiled.

Molly found herself unable to wrench her eyes from his mouth.

Chase was... smiling?

She'd seen a sarcastic smile, or maybe half a smile, but this one seemed, sincere.

That was a first.

Molly blushed and Chase noticed the fallen vase.

"What happened there?" He asked getting to his feet steadily.

"Aww, I just knocked it over, that's all." She lied, walking over with a dustpan and brush.

Chase watched her sweep, and sat on the coffee table. He gazed down at the item on the table.

It was the photograph, with bits missing. It must've been ancient.

He picked it up as he noticed the little girl and boy. His eyes widened.

Molly continued to clean up until it was all gone.

"Molly? Whose this?" He asked.

She turned around, a look of horror arose over her face as he held up the picture.

"You tell me." She said.

Chase stared. "He looks, like... me! But, it can't be! I-I've lived here all my life!"

Molly shook her head, "It's, it's a guy I used to know."

"Who was he?" Chase demanded, his eyes angry.

"His name was Casey."

"Casey?"

"He was a close friend as a kid." Molly explained.

"But-"

"I know, he looks identical to you, but he can't be. That was why I was so wary of you when I first arrived here. I thought you were him." Molly said, sighing.

Chase was still itching for answers, "Why an earth would you be wary of him? You said yourself he was your friend!" He answered.

"Was. Not anymore. Not after-" Then Molly clammed up.

"After what?" He asked.

"I-I don't wanna talk about it." She reasoned, shifting away from the chef.

"Please, Molly." He whined.

The memories had all come flooding back.

"Friends? with you? Ha! I'd rather eat my own shit than be friends with you!"

Molly gulped.

Chase waited for an answer.

"Casey? What are you doing?"

"Something, I should have done years ago."

"Wait! Put that down!"

"Why should I? You back-stabbing bitch!"

"Stop!"

"Molly?" Chase asked, shaking her by the shoulders.

"Please! Please don't do this!"

"I gave you chances, but you didn't take them, did you?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Goodbye, Emily."

Molly began to relieve her fears. Chase watched and squeezed her hands as the farmer began to quiver.

"Don't do this!"

"I have no choice. Goodbye!"

A shot rang out around her, the girl screamed as the bullet missed by mere inches and another person leapt upon Casey, pinning him to the floor and yanking the gun from his grasp.

"Leave my little sister alone you creep!"

She watched in horror as her elder sister fought and wrestled with Casey, tumbling over and over. She dodged a punch to the face, and hit back. He grabbed her arm and twisted it. She screamed in agony as the bone snapped. She fell to the floor as Casey stood over her. Her hazel eyes fixed on Emily, "Get outta here Em!"

The little girl didn't move, she stood up and grabbed the pistol. She pointed it threateningly at Casey. "Leave her."

Casey got up and began walking over, Emily held her hand over the trigger as he grew closer...

"Shoot!" Her sister yelped.

She pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. She shook it, and in panic realised there were no bullets left to shoot with.

She heard another noise, and saw Casey, reloading another gun.

He shot before Emily could move at all, it hit her dead on, and she collapsed in a heap to the ground.

"NO!" Her sister screamed as Casey placed the gun beside his side.

He turned around to the sobbing of the girl with the broken arm. Her cries echoed all around. He prodded the dead girl with the sole of his shoe and began walking over to the live girl.

As she closed her eyes and waited for the impact of the bullet, a noise rang around them.

"Shit." Casey growled, retracting his gun and leaning down towards the girl.

She opened her eyes and came face to face with her little sister's murderer.

"I'll get you next time, bitch. Don't you forget it." He sneered, running off like the low life he was.

An ambulancew as called and she was rushed to hospital. The police could not find her sister's illeged killer and cannot to this day.

The message of hell still plays on the girl's mind even to this day.

Which is some ten years later.

Molly looked up at Chase, "C-Casey murdered my little sister."

Chase nearly fell off of the sofa, his eyes grew wide.

All of a sudden, the phone began to ring, Chase got up to answer it.

"Wait!" She cried.

Chase removed his hand from the phone and let it continue ringing.

Molly sighed, "You promise me you won't tell anyone?" She pleaded.

Chase smiled weakly, "Of course I won't."

But danger is growing ever closer. Molly cannot rest for long, for her nightmares have arrived again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Phew! I hope you liked that everyone! A bit more of a serious tone for the end I know, and sorry about the swearing! I can tell you, that did not happen to me and wasn't based upon anything that has, thank God!

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