"C'mon! You're telling me that you have no idea how to fix this thing??"
"I'm sorry! I'm just a dancer!"
"Then why in the world are you a technician for!"
Freddie was annoyed. He was tired, and he still needed to finish his homework, but instead he was in the basement of his apartment with a technician. Well the title technician was only a given, his skills did not qualify him as one at all.
Freddie's been helping the technician out with the rewiring of the circuit boards to the elevators so that when someone pushes the button for the elevator, the elevator would do as it's told and go to the designated floor, instead of letting the brakes along the wires go and releasing the elevator down below to the bottom floor. The broken lift had already been removed and a new one was currently being delivered.
Freddie was inside the shaft, the technician holding a flashlight up for him as he concentrated on the rewiring. There was no lighting in the
basement except for the lone flashlight in the technician's hands.
A technician that doesn`t know how to fix things... That`s just great...
As he lead a red wire from the wall and into the board, the light from the flash light slowly moved away, leaving Freddie in darkness.
He quickly turned around and found the technician gone.
"Hey!" he called out.
"I'm off for the day. Cya kid."
Freddie turned and started towards the leaving man.
"Wait! How am I suppose to-"
Suddenly Freddie could hear familiar voices echo their way down the shaft.
"Foul!"
"What foul!"
At first he didn't know who the voices belonged to, the echoes down the shaft sheering the familiar pitches differently, but he figured it out by
what they said.
"You intentionally sabotaged my moment!"
Carly... Sam...
Both of them were still fighting over Shane....
He walked back into the elevator shaft. The technician was already gone, and he was standing in complete darkness, staring up the chute.
"How could I intentionally sabotage-"
"He was totally about to kiss me!"
Freddie's eyes suddenly widened, reflecting the surprise he felt. He didn't care that he was in darkness or that the technician just decided to
leave him to do the work by himself. Something else had occupied his mind.
Shane was going to kiss Carly??
"Really?"
"-girls-"
"You know what you did!"
"No-no I know what the deal was!"
Freddie couldn't listen to the conversation overhead, his focus was distorted.
Shane was going t-to... he was going to kiss.... CARLY?? But what about... what about...
Even in his mind he couldn't find the words to say. Memories from the past week started to flash through his mind as he stared into the
darkness above him.
"GIRLS! I don't know what's up with you two but I've had enough of it!"
Freddie was brought back by the sound of the boy's voice. It was full of anger and irritation.
"I've seen girls get competitive over a guy-" the sound of the elevator shaft opening revealed a light, followed by a beep, as the once
muffled voices were now clear.
This made Freddie panic. Shane didn't know the elevator wasn't there!
"-before but you two are OUT of control! You girls call me when you learn to be a little more-- AAHHHH!"
"SHANE!!" Freddie's voice yelled out.
He had to act fast.
Break his fall, break his fall, C'MON FREDDIE, BREAK HIS FALL.
He knew there was a spring bed somewhere in the basement. He'd seen it on his way in but he was in pitch darkness so how was he suppose to get it??
"-AAHHHHH!!--"
Six floors. Ten feet each. Sixty feet. He's about 140 pounds.... So that's about 82,320 N... wait, no! that's potential energy. Dam it how fast is
he going?
"-AAHHHHH!--"
No, no no!
Freddie could picture where the bed was in the basement but he knew he wouldn't make it in time, so he did the best thing he could do.
He stood there, in the middle of the elevator, holding his hands out, ready to catch Shane.
I need the bed, I need the bed, I need the bed! He'll kill me if I try to catch him!!
But his body stood there, in the dark, awaiting the falling body coming at him.
He couldn't help but picture the bed somehow moving into the shaft. He needed the bed! He needed the bed under Shane or they'll both die!
Freddie closed his eyes as tightly as he could, his body tensing up for the all knowing collision. He was so scared and focused on Shane's
voice that he didn't hear the dragging noise of a large object being pulled across the floor.
"---AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-----"
The screaming suddenly stopped with a thump and Freddie couldn't feel anything in his arms.
But what surprised Freddie was the sound of springs being cushioned on.
"Ow..."
"Shane!"
Freddie bent down, frantically looking for his friend. He could feel that the large king sized bed he had seen earlier had some how made it's way into the elevator shaft, but that didn't matter to him right now.
Freddie's arms finally found Shane's body in the darkness.
"You're okay!"
"Yeah... I thought I was going to die..." The pain in his voice reflected a recovery from falling 6 stories.
Freddie rushed over and gave Shane the biggest hug he'd ever given anyone in his entire life. He held on to him as if, if he didn't the darkness would swallow him up and he'll never see Shane again.
"I thought you were going to die too!"
"Thanks for breaking my fall with this bed..."
Freddie almost didn't hear Shane's words, the relief of finding out that the boy in front of him was still living and breathing was overwhelming him. But he did hear them and now he wanted answers.
How'd the bed...
"The Technician!" Freddie shouted. "Oh, man. Where are you?"
Freddie turned his head in the darkness, searching for the man he had just insulted earlier, and was now grateful for.
"Technician?"
"Yeah," Freddie responded by spacing himself apart from Shane," he was down here with me fixing the elevator. He must of moved the bed for you! I was going to catch you but I couldn't see in the dark..."
"Thanks technician dude!" Shane called out.
No answer.
"Where'd he go?"
"I don't know but let's get out of here, k?"
He could feel his friend nod as he led the newcomer across the floor of the basement by the hand.
"It's kind of dark..."
"Don't worry about it, just follow me."
Freddie had a pretty good photographic memory now that he thought of it. He could picture where everything was, every box or piece of equipment, they were in his vision as if the darkness wasn't there anymore and he could clearly see everything in the light.
"My leg's sort of numb..." Freddie heard from behind him. "Is that a good thing?"
"No...." He turned around to face Shane in the dark.
"I can...I can feel my leg... it's... it's wet...."
"SHANE!"
Freddie felt his friend let go of his hand.
He's going to fall again! Catch him Freddie, Catch him!!
But all he could picture was the technician pushing the bed back under Shane, but that couldn't happen because the technician wasn't anywhere near them. Right?
Freddie suddenly heard Shane's body pillow against springs again, just like how he heard it from the elevator.
Freddie bent down to grab his friend but to his surprise he felt the king sized bed from earlier!
Woa, wait. How did--
Freddie quickly looked up after finally feeling Shane's body.
"Technician? Where are you! Say something if your there..."
No answer.
Freddie gulped and suddenly images of monsters playing tricks with him appeared in his mind. The clown from The Poltergeist being number one on his list.
He. Needed. Out. Now.
Calm down... Calm down... they don't exist... they don't exist...
Freddie tried to assure himself that nothing was there, just Shane.
Then how did the bed move again??
Maybe there were two beds down here, and maybe he accidentally walked around it, maybe his photographic memory wasn't that great and maybe he didn't notice the second bed, maybe... maybe...
"...Freddie?"
He's awake!
"Shane! Don't ever pass out like that again, okay?" Freddie said, his voice trembling a little.
He could hear a pained moan come from Shane as the springs on the bed uncoil indicating that a weight has been lifted.
"Yeah... sorry."
Freddie placed his hand down and felt a liquid along the side of Shane's leg.
"You're bleeding... We need to get you to a hospital. C'mon, lean on me."
Freddie suddenly realized the mistake he just made. When he said lean on him, he didn't mean all of his weight. But Shane did as he was told and now Freddie was supporting all 145 pounds on his shoulders as he helped the limping, taller boy towards the door. After a few steps the task of holding Shane up was no longer as easy as he pictured in his mind. He knew he was not going to be able to hold him up for much longer and he felt desperate. He wanted to get Shane out of there.
Technician... if you're out there, hell, you too clown, just help me carry him please. He's slipping through my grip. I-I... I don't want to lose
him. Not again...
Suddenly Freddie felt Shane's body become less of a burden on his muscles, some kind of force uprighting Shane up, and he could now walk with his back straight. This should of relieved him, but it didn't comfort him at all.
This down right scared every living body tissue left in his body right out of him.
His frame was suddenly tensed but he continued to walk towards the door.
"...ahh! Ow..!" Shane let out a pained sob with every step he took.
"Don't worry, we're almost there." Freddie assured Shane, even though his voice was shaking.
"Wow, do you work out? How the heck are you supporting my fat ass?" Shane was talking with an injured expression in his voice and Freddie heard it.
"You're ass isn't fat... and yeah... I have."
Freddie could feel the smile forming on Shane's face which lifted the stress in his muscles and the worries of the clowns and monsters.
"My ass is fat... and I say you show me how your getting this strong. Damn boy, you're not even working up a sweat, you're breathing is still even..." Shane said, his own breathing quickening.
Freddie could feel the skin on his face heat up as he reached out his hand to turn the knob of the door.
Suddenly a blinding light shined on their faces.
"YES! THE LIGHT!!"
"Whoot..."
Shane turned to Freddie and realized the color difference in his face.
"Are you...Are you blushing??"
Freddie quickly turned away from his friend, his face turning a deeper scarlet then it already has.
"N-No..."
"I think you are."
"No... No I am not."
"Yes, Yes you are."
"No, no I am not!"
"SHANE!!"
Freddie turned his head to face the voices down the hall and saw Carly and Sam run up to him. Well... run up to Shane.
"SHANE!!"
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT??"
"YOU'RE LEG!"
"OH MY GOD!! IT'S BLEEDING!!"
Both Carly and Sam pulled out their phones to dial 911 and began asking for an ambulance without helping Freddie as Shane's body grew heavier with each passing second.
Freddie realized that the force holding Shane up had disappeared once his concentration on the clowns and invisible technicians was lost.
I am NEVER watching The Poltergeist EVER again...
"Freddie..."
Freddie quickly turned towards his friend despite the weight on his shoulders.
"Yeah, Shane? Is it your leg again?"
Freddie looked down at the leg with a concerned look. It was still bleeding.
"No... I just had to tell you..." He closed his eyes and he bowed his head.
Freddie was now looking back up at the boy.
"You were blushing..."
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