Well, that last chapter had a lot of Rocky and Gunther, so I'll probably focus on the other two.
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Chapter Four of Shudder
Cece wiped her mouth, disgusted at the taste of vomit lingering in her mouth. She was glad that no one seemed to have her, admittedly shrilly, screams. But then she realized that if no one heard her, then that included Rocky. She wanted to cry, from being afraid, from being alone.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Cece's head snapped up at the familiar sound of her frenemy's voice. She hurried to the locked door, and swung it open, after a moment of struggle with unlocking it.
"Tinka, Tinka!" The blonde girl spun around, and saw the redhead poking her head out. Tinka hurried over, pushing her way into the bedroom.
"Oh, Cece, you don't know how glad I am to see you! Wow, never thought I would ever have to say that," Tinka added, flustered.
"And I never thought I'd say this; Tinka, take off your clothes!" Tinka looked at her as if the redhead had gone certifiably insane.
"If you keep wearing that rejected Gypsy dress, it'll be kind of hard to run and hide if need be," Cece explained, not too thrilled about the idea of Tinka undressing in front of her.
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You're just as bright as I am!" Cece sighed in defeat. "Now help me undress, girl with bad bangs,"
Cece went behind the tall blonde, and unzipped the flamboyant dress. Tinka shimmied out of it, leaving her only in her bra and lycra shorts. As Tinka tried to get comfortable in her under clothes,Cece began to remove her dress before pausing,
"Uh oh,"
"What is it now?"
"I'm not wearing a bra," Tinka's face blanched.
"Why wouldn't you wear a bra?"
"Because it's not like I actually need the support, and my dress is strapless! Look, just find something for us to wear. This is a man's room, there should at least be shirts we can wear,"
"How do you know this is a man's room?" Cece pointed to the corpse on the bed, and Tinka's face blanched even more, and she turned around to retch on her dress.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to do that all night," Tinka gave her a pointed look, wiping excess puke off the side off the side of her mouth. She stood up straight anyway, and went to an apparent closet. After a few moments of shuffling through assorted clothes, she picked two large dress shirts for them.
"Here," She threw one of them at the redhead, and turned away, putting on her own shirt.
Cece removed her dressed, conscious that she was standing in only her panties. She quickly put on the shirt, noting that it barely went past her panties. She took her hair down, liking the release of tension from the tight hair-do.
"We should go look for my brother and the tall one," Cece nodded, and without looking at the rotting corpse, they left the room, weary of anyone lurking in the hallway. They proceeded down the hall, searching for any signs of their friends or of an exit. Tinka grabbed Cece's arm, telling her not to make a sound. The blonde pressed her ear against the wall, straining to hear something.
Nothing.
"Keep going,"
They walked a little longer, both of their nerves get to them respectively, until they came to a dead end. No turns, no doors. Just a solid piece of wall. Cece kicked at it in frustration, accidently hitting a small, barely visible, lever. The wall slid up, and the two of them stood still for a moment in shock. When their senses came back, they scurried inside the secret room, finding that it was already lit.
"Hello? Ow!" Cece rubbed her arm where Tinka had smacked her, a hurt expression adorning her features. "What was that for?"
"Why would you call out hello into a creepy room when someone's trying to kill us?" Cece didn't answer the other girl, instead just continued to rub her arm.
"Cece? Tinka?" Their heads shot up at the voice. Rocky and Gunther stood several feet away from them, holding onto each other. Tinka ran over to her brother, happy to see him unharmed.
"Gunther! Where have you been? And why are your arms around her?" Gunther looked at Rocky, and their position, quickly letting go the dark hair beauty. He noticed he immediately missed her warmth, and the smell of her hair that he couldn't quite figure out.
"Rocky, where do you two go?" Cece asked, rushing over to her friend, and pulling her into a hug.
"Well, we were trying to follow you, but the hallway you went into closed off, so we hid in a closet, then Gunther found a secret door, and we walked through, by the way, he's kind of a girl around spiders, anyway, we found another door, and now here we are, and why are you two wearing shirts?" The other three looked at Rocky in surprise, scared she was going to pass out after not taking a breath.
"Well, our dresses would've attracted attention so we got rid of them, and found these in a room," Tinka answered, readjusting her shirt.
"Well, okay then. Anyway, we found a landline! We can call for help!" The four went over to the phone, and Cece dialed.
"Hey, Deuce? Listen, we need you to get us help. We're stuck at the mansion, get my mom! And Deuce-" She looked into the speaker, confused. "The line went dead-Ow! Why did you all hit my head?"
"Because you called Deuce!" Rocky half-yelled.
"What? Don't you like Deuce?"
"I think Rocky's upset because you called Deuce instead of the cops!" Gunther shouted, wanting to shake the small girl.
"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight!"
"You never think straight!" Rocky quipped, turning and walking away from them to cool off.
"Listen, I told Deuce to call my mom, my mom's a cop, so there. Problem fixed!" Cece tried to defend. She realized she had made a mistake, but she also didn't want to own up to it. She just called the first person that came to her mind, and that happened to be Deuce. She thought about how that seemed to happen a lot, that whenever she thought of doing something with her friends, her mind would instantly wonder to the bushy eyed con-artist in training.
After she and him had caught Dina cheating on him with one of their clients, he was heartbroken. She did her best to make him forget about the Jersey girl, and found herself happy that he was out of a relationship. Even if she wouldn't admit it. And she wouldn't.
"Except Deuce is a dunce," Tinka retorted, crossing her arms. To be truthful, she wished that if Cece was going to be an idiot and call someone that wasn't the cops, that is was Ty. She wanted to see if he cared enough for her that if he arrived if he cared to immediately run to her, and ask her if she was okay. She would even be happy if she was second only to Rocky, understandably.
"Let's all just calm down, okay? We need to find a way to get out of here, especially Rocky," Gunther said, trying to play peacekeeper.
"Why is the tall one suddenly so much more important than your own sister?" Tinka questioned, standing up, and placing her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, why is she hot stuff?" Cece backed up, taking the same pose as Tinka.
"Because, this guy is freaky dinky someone call Dr. Loomis we got another Myers on the loose crazy obsessed about her," He showed them the honourary Raquel Blue wall.
"Oh," They said in unison. They were going to apologize to Gunther and Rocky, but he held up his hand to make them stop. He walked over to Rocky, whispered something in her ear, and the two motioned for them to follow. They went to the entrance that Rocky and Gunther had come through, and after he again embarrassed himself by not being able to open it only for Tinka to; they made their way into the narrow passage, back to the closet the tall one and fair haired one had hid in. Rocky gave them the signal to be quiet, and Gunther went out. Once the coast was clear, they all walked out, ready to run.
"This way,"
The girls followed Gunther's lead, and somehow found themselves back at the front of the house. No one was there, having fled after Hallie was found dead.
"It's nice to see how everyone cares for us oh so much," Rocky muttered, as they descended the stairs.
"Did you really think leaving would be that easy?" The four stopped, spinning around to see who had spoken to them.
"Why would I let my dear Raquel leave?"
...
Gary moaned as he woke up, his head throbbing. He looked around, and found that he was in small, dimly lit room. His hand went to his hurt head, and when he pulled it away the acidic smell of blood went to his nose. His head was bleeding.
"Well, this is just great," He mumbled to himself, sitting up slowly so as not to agitate any more injuries he might have aqquired. Feeling none, he got up from the rather uncomfortable couch he had been placed on. He walked slowly over to the barely visible door, only to find that it was locked.
"Dammit," He hit his palm against it, wishing his hand was running through a certain someone's long, soft dark locks. And that his lips were against her plump, luscious lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get the dirty thoughts coming to him out of his head.
He couldn't do that. It wasn't right how he felt, what he felt for her. She would never love him back, not the way he did. Not in the way that could lead to something, he was nothing to her but a host. As much as he wanted to be able to just grab her, kiss her, and have his way with her, he knew he couldn't. No matter how strong the impulses were growing, he had to fight it.
It wasn't right, not right at all.
He wished he was in his home, just a phone call away from having someone show up at his door in a skimpy outfit, and give him what he needed to temporarily forget about. But he knew the whole time that he was visualizing her doing those things to him. Even after he had paid the woman, the urges never left.
And he knew that they never would.
He rested his head against the door, trying to push her out of mind. Gary knew it was useless, that she wouldn't never permanently leave his mind, not now, not ever. He beat his injured head against the door, looking for any kind of distraction, even if it was just agonizing pain. It did nothing, but make him wish she was there to care for him, to whisper in his ear that what he was feeling wasn't wrong, that she felt the same way he did.
He wished she would open the door, and set him down on the couch, and kiss away the pain. Make him forget his lonely nights fantasizing about her wrapped in his arms, the feel of her body against his the only thing that would fix his troubled mind.
And he wanted to throw himself through a window knowing that that would never happen.
He cursed under his breath, and his head began to throb again. Images of her flashed behind his eyes, and the urges attacked his mind, telling him of all the things the two of them could do behind closed doors, in his bed. Gary smiled at the thought, yet it was gone in a flash when he realized that the happiness he wanted to find with her would never come to him.
"Damn it, Rocky. Why are you doing this to me?"
Yeah, I made Gary a pedo. But solely for the plot. And he only has underage feelings for Rocky. And he will get help.
Also, if you kind fellow RuntherRockerZ, Decelebrities, and Tynkarinas have any ideas for my next story, then please tell me if you want me to write. Or we could write together. I've always wanted to do that!
So, yeah, and after another Shake It Up! story, I'll be moving on to the Hunger Games, so if you like that, you are awesome.