Ch.3: Breakfast with a Side of Anger

The third chapter to my book, Missing Pieces. Please read the other chapters if you haven't already.

Ch.3: Breakfast with a Side of Anger


Anthony got dressed and headed into the kitchen, there was no point in going back to sleep. Once he entered the kitchen he was surprised to see Sarah cooking at the stove with Moore’s pink apron on. He never understood why Moore liked pink, but he didn’t question it either.

Moore was at the table with the paper and a cup of coffee. Anthony turned to Sarah who just flipped a pancake onto a plate, “Are you making breakfast?”

Sarah turned to him after putting bacon in another skillet the meat popping sizzling. “Yes.”

Anthony hesitated but asked, “Can you make me some?”

Sarah was about to say something smart and mean but Moore stopped her, “You owe him an apology anyway.”

She sighed, “Yeah, I’ll make your breakfast, but you make your own drink.”

Anthony grinned, “Sounds fair enough to me.”

As they sat down to eat Moore put down his paper, “I found something interesting about the girl last night.”

There was silence as Sarah placed the food on the table and sat down. She looked at Moore for a moment before asking, “Well are you going to tell us?”

“I was waiting for you to sit down.” He said calmly. Anthony was the only one who noticed Sarah’s light blush. “Turns out Meg is the daughter of James Carter.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, “Well that would explain her fire powers.”

Anthony was confused and spoke after swallowing a mouth full of food, “Who is that, James Carter?”

“James was your mother’s first boyfriend.” Stated Moore as he began to eat his breakfast.

“Yeah and boy did he have anger issues! People started to call him ‘the fire starter’, if you ask me I just think he was a lonely show off.” Sarah stabbed at her pancakes showing her dislike fore the man.

Later on that day when Sarah was in the bath, a luxury she hadn’t had in a long time, Anthony decided to chat up Moore.

As usual Moore sat in his chair setting up chess pieces, “Do you mind if I play?” Asked Anthony  as he took the seat across from the detective.

Moore’s tiered green eyes looked up at Anthony questionably, “You never wanted to play before, which makes me think that you wish to speak to me, but why would you use such an excuse to do so, normally you just ask?”

Anthony sighed, “Just play chess with me while we talk.”

Moore nodded and showed his hand, telling Anthony non verbally to make the first move. Anthony took the opportunity and started the conversation, “Why where you so interested in my dream this morning?”

Moore’s eyes didn’t’ leave the chess board as he moved his piece and answered, “Because there was no reason for you to have that dream, that memory wasn’t yours.”

Anthony moved his piece taking one of Moore’s, “Then who’s memory was it?”

“It was Sarah’s.” Moore said as he too took one of Anthony’s chess pieces. “I didn’t even know she had such a power.”

Anthony looked stunned, “But why would she give me ‘that’ memory?”

Sarah entered the room with new clothes on and wet hair. “So you would understand the connection between us.” She sat on the third chair and watched the two men play chess.

“So this James Carter, was he mom’s boyfriend in the dream?” Anthony moved another piece, but Moore just as quickly took it.

“Memory, not dream, and yes he was.” Sarah said as they quietly played.

“I for one don’t like that Sarah is giving you these dreams, sorry memories,” Moore corrected before Sarah could. “They serve no use and might cause you, Anthony, some unwanted memories.”

Anthony looked at him questionably. “Like mom’s death?” Everyone was silent. “But I don’t even remember it that well, just bits and pieces.”

Moore easily beat Anthony at their chess game and reclined in his chair once they finished, “I said it was my opinion, you can continue to do whatever you like.”




Anthony walked down the hallway of a school angrily. As he approached a crowd in the hall, with walls lined with student’s lockers, Anthony realized he didn’t know why he was angry. He moved through the crowd of people and into the open circle that they created.

“What the hell is going on!” Yelled Sarah and Anthony found himself standing beside her. Just like the last dream he had started out as being Sarah.

Wanting to know why she was yelling, Anthony turned to see who she was yelling at. A boy stood in the middle of the circle of people with a hand full of Kaden’s shirt, his other hand was reared back in a fist ready to hit the smaller boy’s face. Anthony recognized the angry boy, but he didn’t know how.

“I’m just teaching Professor-Know-It-All a lesson, so why don’t you just run off to your dark corner Little-Emo-Girl.”

Anthony felt the anger grown inside of him and he knew it grew even stronger within Sarah. Her hands balled into fists at her side, “You let go of him now or I swear I will beat you up so bad that you would wish you had never even looked at Kaden the wrong way!”

At this point the boy was furious, Kaden on the other hand seemed board with the situation, probably from lack of sleep, “Can we not just get this nonsense over with? The bell is going to ring and  I don’t want to be late for class.”

At Kaden’s board and tiered tone of voice, the angry boy holding him lost his temper. His green eyes burned furiously as if there were a real fire burning with in him. With great strength the boy through Kaden into a set of lockers. Immediately Sarah rushed over to the unconscious young detective.

Anthony and Sarah both took in the damage: Kaden’s shirt looked ribbed when actually it was ‘singed’. The lockers were dented from the impact and Kaden was out cold.

Turning, Anthony’s dream switched back to Sarah’s point of view, and they looked at the boy, “James what have you done!?”

James stood rigidly his dark hair covering his face darkly, green eyes glared and his lips turned in an oddly familiar scowl. His hands were still balled into fists and he was completely surrounded boy flames, yet he stood unharmed.


Anthony sat up in his bed quickly, his body covered in sweat and his chest heaved in lack of breath. His heart raced, he knew James Carter. That angry face would forever haunt his memory, for James Carter was the man who killed his mother.

Author's Note

Please review this chapter, it will help me with the next one that is currently unfinished. Predictions and guesses would be nice as well. Thanks and hope you enjoyed it thus far.