So, this is basically a time travel story. And there are two OC's. I'm just stating this right off, but I am by no means discouraging people from reading the story. I like to think that my characters are NOT Sues, and I find it rather unlikely that they are because they both have some major issues. And Kendra is annoying. Even to me. So my warning is both a warning and a bit of an explanation. Actually, I would really like it if people read my story and, preferably, left a review. Let me know if you like it, hate it, don't care, think my characters are Sues etc.
Also, this is the prologue and Erik does not appear until the next chapter. Just so you know. But he will appear. Anyway, on with the story!
(Disclaimer: I own nothing, and will not continue to post these in each chapter, because I think it's pretty much assumed that everyone who posts on FFN doesn't own what they're writing about.)
The old wooden floorboards creaked distractingly as Kendra tried to make her way quietly through the hallway of the ruined mansion that was the location at which her boyfriend's brother would film his summer film school project. At the moment Andrea was nowhere in sight, so she could only assume she'd lost her reluctant partner somewhere back in the twisting maze of narrow hallways and squished-together rooms that made up the second level of the house. With the racket the floorboards were making, though, it likely wouldn't remain that way for long.
Sure enough, she soon heard creaking footsteps rounding the corner behind her and dashed into the nearest hiding place- a little closet at the end of the hall. As she partially shut the door and shoved herself against the most shadowy wall, she tried to remember if there was actually a reason she was trying so hard to hide from Andrea. Part of it was pouting over the fact that she hadn't been paired with her boyfriend, Mickey, to explore the house, she knew that much. Part of it was that she didn't exactly like Andrea very much, part of it was that she was bored of wandering around dusty, falling-apart rooms and trying to hide was more interesting… Altogether, that seemed enough of a reason for Kendra, so she let it go and concentrated on trying not to breathe and betray her presence.
Unfortunately, the footsteps continued to creak down the hall, closer and closer to Kendra's hiding place. Perhaps Andrea wouldn't make it to the end of the hall and fail to discover the closet, Kendra tried to tell herself. A second or two later, however, she knew this wouldn't be the case and her heart began to sink. She could hear the sound of fingertips tracing the peeling wallpaper and could tell that, even if she managed to make no sound at all, Andrea would still find the closet with Kendra inside it, and lecture her until she wished she could be back staring at dusty old rooms.
A moment later something brushed the door and it swung open once more, letting in a sudden flash of dusky light. Kendra uselessly shrunk closer to the ground, but before she could get into a squat Andrea grabbed a fistful of her sweatshirt and pulled her back up.
"There you are."
Kendra rolled her eyes and looked up at her friend's (as usual) emotionless face, thin brown hair falling in front of her small, squinted eyes and neatly rounded nose.
"Yeah, what about it?"
Andrea released her sweatshirt and Kendra tried to smooth it back into shape, shoving her own long, dark bangs out of her face. Andrea took a step further into the small, empty closet, resting her hand on the doorframe.
"We should be examining the rooms on this floor to report back to Peter so he'll know what he needs to do in order to refurbish this house for filming."
"Um, yeah. He already told us that, like, three times. I know what we're supposed to be doing." Kendra stretched slowly, then leaned back against the wall. "That's just not what I feel like doing right now."
"You will have free time later. At this moment, we have been given a task and we need to complete it."
"Dude, can't you just learn to relax every once in a while? The world's not going to collapse around us if we take a break." She grabbed Andrea's arm and pulled her, looking rather uncomfortable, fully into the closet. "I think we should hang out in the closet for a little while. We could talk or…" Kendra glanced at Andrea, "Stand around glaring at the wall thinking about boring things or… something."
Andrea stayed stiff, lips tightly pressed together in an expression of discomfort, and Kendra sighed and rolled her eyes again.
"I think we should get back to work."
"Why do you always have to be such a sourpu…"
Kendra's insult was cut off by the door suddenly slamming shut, as if blown by a wind, leaving the two in complete darkness.
"What was that?" Kendra whimpered, suddenly clinging to Andrea's shoulder for comfort.
Andrea quickly shoved her off, though she was feeling decidedly shaky herself. "I have no idea. Did someone shut the door on us?"
"No, it just flew closed by itself!"
"That's…"
Kendra never got to hear what Andrea thought, because at that moment a sudden flash of bright light made Kendra cry out in pain as the floor dropped out from under them.
