Here's the start of my NEW fan fiction! I've sorta made like an alternate ending to season two (basically the last week of new premieres). Hope you like it!
"I trust you Fabian," Nina said to me, nodding her head. She stepped forward onto the danger square, and it all turned into slow-motion. The Anubis figure turned around to face her; I could see her panicking—fear blazing through her eyes. Then, she was gone: dropped through the floor.
"No," I whispered to myself. "NO!" I had been so confident in the move; I reviewed the rules of Senet for hours last night. Why did my plan fail?
"Fabian?" Amber whimpered, turning to look at me. She was most likely wondering if she too would drop through the floor at any moment.
Alfie was staring at the spot Nina had been only seconds before, probably in shock. His childish eyes no longer shimmered with spirit; only replaced by a cold darkness.
"I think that the game is over," Patricia hesitated to say as she headed back to me, getting off the life-sized board as quickly as possible.
"Come on, Alfie," Amber grabbed her old boyfriend's arm and tugged him back to Patricia and me. Alfie was still staring, stiff with uneasiness.
My breathing got faster. My heart racing, soaring, about to burst with worry and resent. Why had I told Nina to go to that spot? Why, why, why?
"NINA! WHERE ARE YOU?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Shh, Fabian!" Patricia warned. "We don't want anybody hearing us."
"But Nina…," I trailed off.
"We'll find her," Amber patted my shoulder. "Don't worry."
"But she's gone!" I gestured to the spot she was at.
"We'll get her back," Patricia said kindly. "We'll get her back."
"Let's get out of here!" Alfie panicked as he ran back to the secret study in the cellar.
We followed the sprinter, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, we hear Alfie scream. We run faster. But we are only greeted with none other than Senkhara.
"Why don't you just leave us alone?" I shout, second guessing it right after it spills out of my mouth.
"The chosen one is gone," she starts. "I don't need you fools anymore." Senkhara lifts her palms and her hands start to glow ominously. I cry out in pain, unified with Patricia, Alfie, and Amber, our jackal marks burning—the skin feeling as if it is being scorched with an iron fire poker with the pressure unreleased.
"We'll get the mask," I gasp. "We'll finish the task. J—just stop!"
"Do you promise?" the spirit checks.
"We promise, now stop!" Patricia groans.
"Fine." The burden stops. I still rub my arm in vain; the fiery sensation slowly ceasing. "But you better get the mask. Or else," she concluded.
So? Does it start out good? PLEASE, PLEASE, REVIEW! It means the WORLD to me that I know that this isn't stupid
P.S. - I was listening to Brad Kavanagh sing as I was writing this :) He is AMAZING! Check him out! (He's on youtube - BradLKavanagh
