"Alex, is it just me or does that painting look exactly like you?" Dan asked, as if finishing my thoughts. It looked my me, but a LOT older. My first thought was that it was my grandfather or something, but I looked like his clone or something. It almost scared me- That an old version of me could looks so creepy and menacing, and only in a painting.
"What do you think it means?" I asked, knowing there wasn't an answer, but voicing my thoughts anyway.
"Maybe your long lost grandfather kidnapped us and trapped us in this stone house somewhere far from other people..." he answered blatently. I blinked. What? What kind of answer was that? I stared down at him and he sighed."I'm kidding! God seriously take a joke..." How could he joke at a time like this? he sighed again. "Look it doesn't matter at this point. We have bigger things to worry about. Just sit down and relax."
I groaned in response and lied down on the bed, soon to be joined by him.
"I guess you're right." I sighed and started to put the facts together in my head. We knew that we were in a castle that looked like it was a lot newer than it should be, based on the architecture. We also knew, based upon the fact that usually only the owners of such castles had their portraits hanging in them, that someone who looked a lot like me, a long lost twin, clone, a future version of me, I had no idea, owned the castle. We also knew that some weird zombie-like monsters roamed the castle, most likely from some terrible accident, and that there were still living humans in the castle, based upon the scream we heard.
It was like we went forward into the future and back into the past at the same time. I sighed. This was going to be impossible.
"We're trapped in a weird house with things that growl and you want to cuddle?" Dan said, looking up at me. I then realized that my arm was wrapped around him, pulling him closer. I chuckled a little. When had that happened? I buried my face in his hair, pulling him even closer and breathing in his lovely scent. I realized it smelled the same as the room around me. I sniffed the bed we were in. It reeked of him.
"Dan. Why does this bed smell like you?"
If the man in the portrait was me, then there was probably another him too...
Ew. Old Dan.
Really sorry for the short chapter guys ^^;; I just wanted to end it with that thought. Hopefully a new and longer chapter later tonight. I don't like long and arduous authors notes so I'll stop.
But remember.
Every time you don't review, Alexander rapes Daniel again.