Germany, Doors, and Blondes. Oh my.
"And this over here is an old artifact from—"
"SNORE!" Makayla Chhay whispered yelled from her spot next to me at the back of the crowd. Our fellow juniors didn't even so much as fidget; they were used to her random outbursts by now. Or at least they should be, we've been here for hours.
I rolled my hazel eyes and stifled a yawn. Who knew that German museums could be so boring? I mean, they had that thing with World War 2 and the Holocaust for Pete's sake, but then again they could say the same about American museums… I felt a light nudge in my side and turned to face my best friend.
"Wanna ditch ass sniffer over there and have some fun of our own?" she whispered to me, her squinty eyes brimming over with excitement. I stood on tiptoe to see our tour guide's frowning, pinched up face and saw that she did indeed look like she sniffed ass on a regular basis.
"Totally," I whispered back.
We slipped away unseen and James Bond-ed our way to an empty corridor. Meaning, we tucked and half rolled, hid behind various potted plants, spooked several German, and crashed through every display we came across, all the while humming the James Bond theme music. I know, so stealthy.
"Double O Squinty, come in! Come in!" I giggled as I picked authentic German cuisine out of my frizzy, black hair.
"Right here, Double O Shorty. I barely escaped with my life!" Makayla referred to the crazy old lady with a mean punch in an obviously fake British accent.
"Oh no, take this to heal your wounds and let us be on our bloody merry way," I flicked a mushy green substance in her direction, my British imitation horrible enough to start yet another world war. We then linked arms, her pale skin contrasting greatly with my light brown, and skipped off down the hall singing 'We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz…'
After spending a good half hour mocking German culture, we came upon a door to a staircase that led down into darkness.
"Well, let's go!" Makayla exclaimed as she tugged on my arm.
"I don't think we're aloud down there," I murmured as I pried her fingers off of my arm.
"What makes you say that?" her hands were on her hips and her head was cocked to the side.
"Hm, I dunno. Maybe the yellow tape that says 'Do Not Cross' or the sign that says 'No Trespassers', beats me," I answered sarcastically.
She stuck out her tongue. "You're just a big scaredy chicken."
"No I am not," I protested.
"Bock, bock! Look at me, I'm Francesca the Scaredy Chicken! Watch me do my scaredy chicken dance, bock bock," she mocked as she flapped her 'wings'.
"That's not gonna make me—"
"Bock, bock!"
"Will you—"
"BOCK, BOCK!"
"I'm am going to kill—"
"BOCKITY FREAKIN' BOCK!"
"FINE!"
Makayla stopped waving her arms around and her constipated look was soon replaced by a smug one. "What was that?"
"I'll go! Just stop doing that flapping thing, please," I sighed.
"Okie doke artichoke!" she smirked as we walked towards the door. I didn't notice her inch behind me until it was too late. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed as she shoved my back full force and I stumbled through the open door and tripped down a few steps.
All light disappeared when I heard a loud click behind me. I blindly stumbled up the steps and tried to twist what I thought was the door knob, but nothing happened. I pounded on it.
"Makayla let me out!" I screamed. I heard only laughter in response. "Please!" I was never one to be scared of the dark, but something was nagging at me to get out of there. Fast.
"Joke's over! Let me out!"
The laughter died down to hiccups and giggles. "Okay dude, don't get your knickers in a twist." I heard the twisting of a knob, but instead of the door swinging open, I heard grunting.
"It won't budge," Makayla muttered as she heaved on it again. I tried pushing from my side, but she was right. The door was sealed tight.
"Stay right there," I heard her voice yell.
"Wait—"
"I'm going to go get help!"
"Don't go," I pleaded, but all that answered me was silence. I sat on the top step and tried to think of happy things like gumdrops or Taylor Lautner's abs. When that didn't work, I twiddled my thumbs and began counting.
At one hundred sixty two, I sighed loudly. Makayla was taking way too long and I needed to leave now. I dusted off the seat of my plaid uniform skirt and headed down the steps, one hand placed on the rough stone wall.
The clicks of my flats echoed loudly throughout the vacant space. I slipped them off and clutched them in my free hand. I immediately regretted that decision as I stubbed my big toe on something hard.
I hissed in pain and resisted the urge to curl up and nurse my throbbing toe. Instead I felt around and noticed it was a door. There were indentations on it that I assumed were words. After a few minutes of running my hands over them, I uncovered the mystery.
Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not give,
Must pay most dearly if they live.
So if you seek behind my doors
A world that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than pleasure there.
"Ooh, spooky," I muttered out loud. I tried to turn the door knob, but there wasn't one. Okay, the old fashion way then. I backed up a bit and rammed my right shoulder into it. "Ow, ow, ow," I whimpered. Stupid idea, time for something less painful.
I rubbed my hands together and heaved the door with all my might. The moment my palms touched the hard wood, there was a brief flash of luminous green and then blackness….
Images flew past. Dark faces screaming in agony, a crazed man laughing maniacally, and blood. So much blood. Thankfully, those images faded away, but they were soon replaced by a white face without any features chanting a warning I had felt not so long ago.
Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
White. Everything was white.
For those who take, but do not give,
Must pay most dearly if they live.
I saw a face, my face.
So if you seek behind my doors
A world that was never yours,
The voice melted into my voice, except it was full of mocking malice.
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than pleasure there.
The chant ended and everything was black again, but I could still here that voice, my voice, laughing.
I woke up to barking and frowned. Makayla really needed to get that dog fixed. Without opening my eyes, I yawned and slipped out of bed. I must have fallen asleep by the time Makayla had come and gotten me, I reasoned. That would explain the crazy visions. It was all just a dream.
The moment I stepped forward, I stubbed my toe on something cold and metal. I hissed and my eyes flew open, ready to strangle the dumbass who left the automail part at my bedside. Wait, automail?
A glance around the room told me that it wasn't the hotel room I was staying in, nor was it my cozy bedroom back in the States. I ran to the nearest mirror and two familiar, sky blue eyes looked back at me.
I ran a pale hand through straight, light blonde hair that was definitely not mine. I pinched and tugged at her, er my face and nearly screamed.
Then I heard a yawn from inside my head. Okay, I was going crazy.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" a freaked feminine voice yelled from inside my head.
That time, I really did scream.
Ah, don't you just love those promiscuos plot bunnies? Oh, and I do not own FMA or Harry Potter.
