Oh! big thanks to AutumnFeather for telling me to make this OC story too. It may not be the best thing but I tried to make the first chapter interesting. I have to say, I think this plot has a lot of secrets... oh well :/ I hope you like them though.
Please review for it motivates me! By reviewing, you tell me your opinion (s) about the story and what I can do to make it better or to better my writing itself. I'd very much appericate them :)
Gilbert looked at the slip of paper in Break's hand. It was folded.
"What is it?"
"Nothing for you~" Break teased, putting a finger to his lips. "I need you to give this to someone."
Alice looked up, a drumstick in her mouth. Oz stood directly behind Gilbert but found himself moving toward the side to see the piece of paper. Sharon also looked up from drinking her tea as it seemed to just hover over the air. Gilbert hesitantly took it and proceeded to open it, only to have his hands slapped away. Gilbert glanced up and glared at Break. He only smiled in return.
"I told you its not for you, its for a friend of mine,"
"Friend?" Oz seemed quite interested in it now.
"Yes, a friend," Break looked expectedly at Sharon.
Sharon stared back, her brows furrowed in what seemed like confusion and dismay mixed in. Taking a rather small sip of tea, she gingerly placed the cup down and prepared to stand up, flattening the ruffles in her pink dress. Sharon walked over and stopped right behind Alice as she stood up, with the drumstick in her hand.
"Ahh, that one person. But… are you sure you want to let Gilbert go over there?" Sharon seemed to dislike the idea.
'What is it? Where are we going?" Alice interrupted.
"You are going to this hotel, Miss Alice. You, Oz and Gilbert are going to deliver this message to my friend,"
Both Oz and Gilbert had noticed that Break used the term 'friend' very loosely that time. Almost as if whoever this person was weren't really friends with Break in such a way. But that was Break's form of friendship: using each other to his own benefit.
"Now?" It was Oz's turn to talk.
"Yes now, or else he won't bother to listen."
Break handed over Gilbert another piece of paper but it was obviously the street address and the hotel name: The Red Star Hotel.
As they rode the coach, Gilbert learned that it was a couple blocks down from an old bar that he had once visited due to work. He also learned that the hotel also had an extra floor where Break's 'friend' supposedly lived. Judging by the name of the hotel and by the fact that once they had arrived, the place was a four-story building, both Oz and Gilbert guessed that they were up against a noble of some sort. Which in turn, made Break's 'friend' and enemy. Gilbert scoffed; of course he would have enemies instead of friends. He didn't think anyone would want to be friends with him, even though many people thought that Gilbert was his friend.
They walked up to the man in the front. Gilbert took out the piece of paper that had the address and such on it. He re-read it and saw a small scribble of letters in the corner.
--" Ask for S.A. -Break
Gilbert felt really confused. S.A.? What's that suppose to be? His mind was now reeling in with questions that were bound to be answered… sooner or later. The man up front, wearing a black vest, a white shirt underneath with regular black jeans, looked up. From the distance, he looked like a servant just standing there. Gilbert stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket, jamming it with his pack of cigarettes.
"May I help you sir?" The man was diligent but seemed annoyed.
"Can I see… S.A.?" It sounded like he was question himself rather than the man.
The man's eyes flickered open, as if they were closed; emotions drowned them, fear and confusion seemed to stick out the most. Oz took note of this. The man looked back and forth from the door in which they had came in, with the coach now starting to leave, and from the doors that led to the stairs. He silently dropped his pen, stepping behind the desk.
"Come. Follow me," He whispered.
He walked toward the set of doors that led to the stairs before turning a sharp left, leading the three down a seemingly deserted hallway. At the end was a table that had a vase filled with beautiful flowers arranged to show off their beauty. He stopped about halfway down the hall before taking out golden keys, each looking almost exactly the same. But one key was off. It was gold but the end had a different end, far different. The man pushed something on the wall, letting one part of the wall side slide open.
All three seemed to stare in awe. The man waved his hand to follow him. About a quarter way in, the wall closed back up as candles lit them up unrepentantly. As they shone, small windows were are the left side. It wasn't big enough but it had let enough light in. As they continued walking, they found themselves in front of a woodened door. The man held the key up, pushing it in the lock before it opened completely with a eerie creak to it. He stood sideways and bowed appropriately.
"I cannot advance any further; you may go,"
All three seemed to exchange glances towards each other before Alice suddenly walked up and down the halls. Oz ran up towards her, not before saying thank you to the man and Gilbert caught up. They found themselves walking up stairs for quite a while before reaching the end. It was similar to hallways in the Rainsworth mansion. There were many doors at the side except on big door down the hall.
Gilbert sensed the aura the place was giving. Something was lurking in the dark, beckoning upon them. And almost as if it had a magnetic pull on the three, the door was pulling them to come closer and just open it. Gilbert wanted Oz to just stay put here, even though it wasn't the safest place. But the look on Oz's face before he even began to say anything changed as he sighed. Reaching automatically for his gun in his holster, they walked toward the beckoning door. Gilbert reached out for the gold knob, twisting it open and pushing the door.
"Well, well. Who is this?"
Well, that's the end to chaper one. Like I said, please review for it helps me on whether or not to continue this.