A House Divided "A house divided against itself cannot stand" - Mark 3:25 Prologue: Corinne- November of 1986 Corinne sat in a large chair, crossing her arms in her lap. She quickly combed her bangs to the side of her liking and resumed to her position. She looked around the room, frowning when she saw it was just her. Checking her wrist watch, she sighed at the two-hour deficit in her day. "Madam Davis?" Corinne stood up and walked towards the stout man. He lucked out! Surely to be a personal assistant of Lyndon Sinclair took a series of dedication and hard work. Not to mention being walked over by Oregon's most-famous. "Right this way, madam." She followed him swiftly. Days like these, she never felt nervous, but as of now, she was feeling---eager. They approached before a room with double doors. "Mr. Sinclair should be waiting." "Thank you, sir." The man opened one of the doors and motioned for her to enter. She walked into Lyndon's study. Corinne had noticed it was full of books on botany, medication, illness, and pharmaceutical regulations. "Nice to see you again, Mrs. Davis." She nodded, feeling a little impolite, and smoothed a smile. "Shall I sit?" She asked. "Do so." She bent down, smoothing the back of her skirt before parking in an elegant chair. She couldn't help but notice the chair was slightly off-kilter, wobbling laterally. "Quite a collection you have," she spoke, "Do you hunt often?" Lyndon looked up at the taxidermy on his wall. He turned to her without answering. Finally he spoke, "I understand why I am in question, but my son is still missing. Why are we here, when we could be out there looking for him?" "Many officers are on the search. They have augmented the radius to twice its size. I'm afraid to say that they may have to rule death. And homicide will be in question. Mr. Sinclair, I want nothing more than for Porter to be found," she said, ten scrummaging through a folder of legal documents, "But with all these previous CPS forms and the emancipation trials, you have to realize a inquiry is mandatory." "How dare you to allege that I could have anything to do with his disappearance." Corinne sank her head slightly. She scraped up the loose papers and put them back in the manila folder. "I'm sorry, Lyndon. What am I to say? This must be done, for Porter's sake." She stood up and said her condolences before she left. They shook hands and Corinne stared down at her palm. The scars were still there, the bruising finally subsiding. It had been weeks since the day, but she shivered in nostalgia. Lyndon looked at her quizzically. She hoped he hadn't noticed. She thought he might think of her weak if he did. "Try Revitol. The scars will go away in a few short weeks." She smiled and left, uneasily. The mighty Lyndon Sinclair saw her vulnerability. But she feared most that he might use it to his own advantage. Chapter 1: Prelude - Halloween of 1986 Porter walked on the street curb, staring widely at the glass house in front of him. It was Jodie's residence. "Whatcha doing?" Asked Mattie from the street. "Walking, you?" Mattie said nothing. Both friends strode along the narrow road, looking at the mansions. It was interesting to see the people that owned them: governors, authors, celebrities, all the sorts. Soon enough, Porter met his own home. He noticed that the elegance of it didn't faze him. Somehow, his house seemed bleak next to the others. He knew it wasn't, but he saw it as mediocre. He only wished he didn't have to go there each night. Not with his father and mother. They were ruthless. He could only rely on Saber, his older sister, long out of the nest. "Hey, Matt, I'll see ya. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I'm not going trick-or-treating tonight." "Okay," he said disgruntled, "I can just go with Foster and them. See you Monday." He walked into his home. Saber would be home for the weekend. Halloween was her favorite holiday. She was sitting on the couch, dressed as Carrie, drenched in blood. "Hey Bucko? Not dressed?" "Not going!" She smiled, "Okay, but I'm not letting you sneak any candy I'm handing out." "That's okay, you can take me to buy a whole bag full at the store." "As if!" She laughed...