It's Magic Chapter 3

"Terminal Buddies"

Jonathan's POV

I wake up coughing, and when I open my eyes, I see why. Actually, I can't see anything through the thick haze of the smoke that's filled the stairwell. Remembering basic fire safety (that I like many others thought would never come in handy), I drop down to my hands and knees and start crawling towards the staircase. I don't make it one foot until I crawl right on top of something.

'Ouch! That hurts!' the thing I crawled onto exclaims.

'Kyle, what are you doing here?' I ask as I rub my eyes.

'I don't know what either one of us is doing here, but I suggest we get out of here before this place burns up with us inside of it' Kyle says, sprinkled with the occasional cough.

He sits up and scoots himself over to the stairs. He then maneuvers himself down the stairs by sitting at the top of each step and then sliding down to the next one. I follow suit.

We have to go down three more flights of stairs until we make it to the entrance/exit for hotel guests. As we crawl over to the lone door, there's what appears to be (judging by the sound) a mini-eruption somewhere a few stories up. Kyle and I hurry over to the door. He reaches up to the handle to open the door. He tries pushing on it to no avail.

'Damn thing's locked' he informs me.

I look around for anything that could either smash through the glass window on the top part of the door, or be used as a battering ram for the door. I find exactly what I'm searching for in a rail that I'm assuming came half loose from the earlier stampede that caused both Kyle and myself to get trapped in here.

'Help me get this off the wall' I tell Kyle, pointing to the fallen rail. I grab on to it by the end and Kyle grabs onto it somewhere in the middle. With a few simple tugs and in a short amount of time, we have the once pristine solid gold railing off the wall and aimed at the door.

'On three' Kyle says.

'One...' I tighten my grip on my part of the railing.

'Two…' I take a deep breath and adjust my stance.

'Three!' We both go charging at the door and knock it off its hinges. We abandon the rail by the entrance/exit.

Both of us sit down in a nearby alleyway out of exhaustion. Just for a minute, we both agree. We'll go find our class after that much time. If nothing else, we'll find a firefighter or policeman who will know where the class has gone to. Soon enough, we're fast asleep, and out of harm's way for the moment.

Jonathan's POV

'Kyle! Wake up! We fell asleep! I don't know how long for, but we did. Wake up!' I shout.

'Huh? What? What? I'm awake, I'm awake. What happened? Why did you let me fall asleep?' Kyle asks.

'Why did you let me fall asleep?' I counter. I take a deep breath and let it out.

'Okay, yelling at each other is getting us nowhere. As I said, I don't know how long we were asleep. It might have only been a few minutes' I say.

'Yeah, you're right. Let's just check around the building. I'm sure someone's still out there, at the very least standing guard. On that note, we stand up and stroll around to the front of the once-Hilton. That's how confident we are that someone will be waiting for us.

Both of our faces light up with smiles when we see a pair of police officers standing guard Our smiles fade when one turns his head, sees us, and then scowls.

'Hey! What are you punks doing here? Didn't you see the police tape? You weren't thinking of going in there trying to steal something, were you?' the officer demands.

We open our mouths to explain what happened, but the officer starts talking first.

'I don't want to hear your lies. Now beat it punks!' he yells. Kyle and I run away from the Hilton, practically cartoon style. After a couple of minutes of running, we stop.

'Where are we even going to? Kyle asks.

'I don't even have a clue' I pant. I never have been great at running or anything athletic, especially since I inherited asthma from dad.

'We need some place to stay for the night, and maybe even to get some food' I suggest.

'Yeah, like we have enough money to stay at even one of the cheaper motels in New York City' Kyle reminds me.

'Well, we could always do like in that old movie from 2004, Terminal, where this guy was traveling and somehow or other wound up living in a terminal in JFK Airport for a long time' I joke.

'This really is some mess we're in' Kyle says, ignoring my last remark.

"Maybe I should've read Meet Me in St. Louie a little closer" I can't help but think as I put my head down to avoid the snow that's just started to fall.

'Hey! Watch where you kids are going!' a man shouts all of a sudden. I'm shocked when I look up.

A/N: Yes, this story is still going on, even though it's been almost 3 months since I last updated.

Sorry for ending this chapter where I did, but I just kept writing and writing, and I couldn't really find a good spot in which to stop the chapter. You'll have to read again to find out who the man is and what he wants (or doesn't want). I promise you it won't be three months this time. Hopefully it'll be a matter of days.

Please R&R! It's much appreciated :)

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor