The Curse
AN: Hello again peoples! This is my new story called 'The Curse' (As if you didn't know). I am basically writing this because I didn't feel like writing in any other of my stories. This chapter is just the forward; the rest will come later…probably after 'The Dull Life of a POW' has ended. There are actually five genres: Actionadventure, Mystery, supernatural, humor. Hope you enjoy! Rated PG-13 for: mild violence and scariness.
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As the moon majestically leaves the sky, the sun comes up in the east; its rays shoot all over to announce the dawn.
Hogan opens up his weary eyes and yawns. He sits up in his bed and looks around.
"Hmm, I'm still here, not in a luxury suite in Hawaii…not in the honeymoon suite..." He thinks, and then laughs to himself. "Might as well take advantage the time and place …might as well eat some decent food." He sniffs the air and smiles.
"LeBeau's up." He says to himself, "Smells like he's making French toast...prison life…sometimes you wonder what's so bad about it."
He stands up, stretches, grabs his shirt and starts getting dressed. After he dresses, he opens the door to his office and looks around. He sees LeBeau up but the rest of the POWs in the barracks are sleeping. LeBeau is standing over the stove, frying some French toast.
"How come you're the only one up?" Hogan asks, walking over to the stove.
"I woke up about an hour ago," The Frenchman starts, "I couldn't sleep…bad dreams."
"Aww, too bad." Hogan sympathizes, "What about?"
"My mother-in-law."
The reply makes Hogan smirk. The smirk then goes away and is replaced by a puzzled look.
"Wait…you aren't married." Hogan says.
"I'm having premature worry."
Hogan lets out little chuckle. Then changes the subject. "You know what today is don't you?"
"No, what is it?" LeBeau replies.
"It's National Tunnel Digging Day." Hogan answers, "We need to start working on making a left turn on tunnel seven."
LeBeau nods, turning over the toast. Hogan looks around at all the sleeping men. Some snoring others just sleeping peacefully. He notices Newkirk keeps turning over and making little murmuring noises. Hogan lets out a muffled laugh. He walks over to Newkirk and bends down.
"Liebchen, liebchen, wake up liebchen, wake up and we can start working on the tunnels together." Hogan says into Newkirk's, trying to keep from bursting into laughter.
Newkirk opens his eyes and looks at Hogan, slightly annoyed. "Very funny, guv'nr," He gives a sarcastic laugh, "It just so 'appens that you interrupted a wonderful dream."
"That's just to bad, but we need to get working on the new tunnel before roll call."
Newkirk gets up and dressed, as well as the other prisoners.
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Fifteen of the prisoners, one after another, crawl into the tunnel. Privates: Douglas, Henderson, Rogers, O'Malley, and Michaels. Corporals: LeBeau, Newkirk, Wilcox, Taylor and Kendall. Sergeants: Kinchloe, Carter, Riley, Hollister and Burgess.
"Wow! I dirty down here!" Carter exclaims, dusting some dirt off of his uniform.
"Thanks so much for telling us, Andrew." Newkirk groans, taking a couple deep breaths after setting down his shovel.
"Newkirk!" gasps LeBeau, who is lying about ten feet away from Newkirk, "Can y-y-you come h-here for a m-moment."
"Coming, LeBeau." Newkirk calls, starting to crawl towards LeBeau. When he arrives at his friends spot he looks at LeBeau and asks, "What's the mater?"
LeBeau shakily points forwards. Newkirk looks at wear LeBeau is pointing. What he sees makes him turn pale.
Where LeBeau had started digging to make a turn had caved down to reveal a small room. The dirt is compacted to make walls. Same with the ceiling. In the middle of the room is a chair. But, it is what is on the chair that scares Newkirk and LeBeau.
"It's a…." LeBeau starts.
"…. Skeleton!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: Ooo creepy, huh? Please review and please tell me what you think! Please!
