Im on a roll, HERE'S CHAPTER FOUR!!!!
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Alanis groaned and sat up, or at least tried. Her head smacked against a hard bar with a metallic thump and her face hit against a rough, almost cardboard feeling piece of thick paper.
Paper, they used PAPER to jail me in? PANZIES!!!!
Alanis reared back her head, and forced it forward to head butt through the paper…
THUMP!!!
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!!" Alanis yelped, bouncing back from her failed attempt through the paper. Or at least what seemed like paper. It was flexible hard, with paper support in the middle, but it was cold. Stone cold, like ice, and vibrated and buzzed from an unknown source.
Wait, this is paper, I know it. But why couldn't I break it, what's in the mi- canvas….
It took Alanis a few seconds for it to click in her head. Canvas? It had to be true. There was nothing else that it could have been.
But why can't I see it, the canvas in front of me? Come to think of it, where's my arms, my legs, my anything-
Her eyes widened everything suddenly connected. The stone feeling, the bar, the vibrating, the canvas, everything. She slowly looked down, at her now two dimensional arm, which bent and flexed, but could not reach outward. Alanis threw her magic oil-painted body against the canvas she was entombed in, but to no avail.
Ya know, if someone was anywhere near me, they would've heard me by now. Where AM I??
Alanis looked around the room her painting was hung in open-mouthed. She hadn't really noticed her surroundings before this. It was definitely underground, due to the dank air mixed in with the scent of dirt and oil lamps. There was luxurious red carpet starting from the only entrance/ exit at the upper left corner of the room, slinking its way to the front, where it climbed a few stone steps and up to four blood red velvet thrones, the color combined with the purple-blackish stone chilling her to the core. Food, sleeping bags, bottles of water, and other supplies we're spread around the room, showing signs of life outside this colorful cage. And in the middle, on a dark mahogany table, were three, very old and crusted, still bloody knives. A scream stuck in her throat, and she forced it down. She had to know her surroundings more before …they… showed up. Alanis's painting stood in the utmost right of three other blank canvases behind these thrones…
OMIFRIKIN GOSH I GET IT NOW!!!!
Just as the endless river of horrific ends to her friends broke through her mental dam, the sounds of footsteps, heavy, very unlike a girl's light gait, echoed through the tunnel opening.
Oh crap….
Led by Courtney, Gwen and Bridgette rushed up one of the flights of stairs in the foyer, to be face to face with doors on their right and left, and a huge set of double-grand doors in the middle of the small hallway. Gwen and Bridgette paused, but Courtney kicked the door down and barged on through. Bridgette and Gwen hurried in after, now just as fearless as their normally timid friend. The room was coated in five or six paintings, but one in the middle stood out the most. Horribly familiar pale face, evil grin, and ice blue eyes penetrated Courtney's wave of bravery and evaporated it. She quivered against the paiting of an older form of Duncan.
"This is probably his dad or something…" Courtney said, grabbing a candle off of the shrine that lay in front of it.
"Court, NO DON'T!!" Gwen shouted, but too late. The pictures around the room shook, coming to life. Their eyes glowed in the bright blue that had drowned Courtney in love a year ago, but they all had different qualities of Duncan. An old lady had his nose, another his mouth, and an even older one his unibrow.
"Well well well, look who we have here" The painting of Duncan's father spoke, smirking in the way that only Duncan could, the way that could make u cower in the corner it put you in. "Courtney, what a pleasant surprise! So you WERE dumb enough to fall for the trap to come here! Im surprised, you seemed like a smart girl the way he talked about you! But I guess words can be misleading, no?" The painting drawled.
Courtney stood silent, her whole frame quivering. But not in fear…
"OH WOULD YOU JUST !!!!!" She screamed angrily
Duncan's father blinked in surprise. "NO ONE speaks that way to Duncan senior! My son wanted to do the honors, but I guess he'll just have to be satisfied with ME doing it. Goodbye Courtney Snow and friends, and welcome to your new life."
A few seconds of silence followed, and Gwen grabbed another candle from the shrine. "What." She took out a lighter.
"Are." She lit the candle.
"You." She took a step forward.
"ON?!" She held the flame up to the canvas, and the flames grabbed at the paper greedily. Quickly, they climbed higher and higher, the crackling and mocking laughter of the flamed not entirely covering the wailing screeches and curses of Duncan's father as the painting slowly turned and crumpled into nothing with in the brass frame. Silence followed.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA-" Gwen laughed, but stop short and screamed.
Duncan senior was still very much alive, or dead. More like undead as his ghost roared in anger and charged Courtney. Courtney screamed, diving out of his way and accidentally knocking Bridgette onto a glass table, which shattered and shards flew everywhere like rain and pelted everything. Courtney dodged another charge as she switched out with Gwen to tend to Bridgette's now bleeding arm. Gwen, looking around wildly for a weapon, saw the still lit candle on the shrine, and grabbed it. Instantly, her whole body shook with warmth and power. It was like drinking sweet, warm liquid on those really cold days. The warmth went to her hands, and she balled them into fists, which then set on turquoise-blue fire.
"OH MY GOD GET IT OFF!!" Gwen shrieked, punching at Duncan senior to do anything to the flames. She blinked as she expected a burning pain, but none came. The same happy warmth tingled in her hands. As Gwen's hand passed through Duncan senior's being, he faded with each second the flame was on him. He screamed in pain and tried to run through the wall, but Gwen pursued, with both flaming hands clawing at him. He gave one last bone chilling blood curdling scream, and vanished. Instantly, a small cup of water and a single ice cube appeared on two plates near the shrine. Excited with a sudden idea, she grabbed Bridgette's gauzed up wrist and Courtney's arm and dragged them over to the plates.
"Courtney, grab the ice cube. Bridgette, drink the cup of water."
From a glance it was easy to tell these weren't normal. The icea cube glittered and shone with a supernatural gleam and the water felt like air and looked the deepest most majestic dark blue color they had ever seen. Cautiously, Bridgette sipped the water and Courtney gripped the ice cube tight.
"Keep going!" Gwen urged them as Courtney gasped and Bridgette gritted her teeth. Finally after the icecube had stop glittering and the water was gone, Courtney and Bridgette stood transfixed.
"So how do you guys feel?" Gwen asked nervously, hoping she hadn't killed her friends
"….cold…snowy?" Courtney said confused, as she shivered and her whole arm turned to ice.
"HOLY CRAP!!!" she yelled, then paused, "Its not cold, but it is. Weird." Courtney smiled and continued to play with her newfound abilities to bend and control the frozen liquid.
Gwen turned to her surfer friend, who stood just as shocked as Courtney had been, "You ok? How ya feelin?"
"Smooth, wavy?" Bridgette answered, making her answer sound like a question. She closed her hand into a ball form and opened them, revealing a twisting blue water ball. She squeaked happily and played with it, making it fly around the room and turning it ito shapes.
A silence overtook them all en sync, and at the same time, they gasped.
"Do you guys know what this means?!" Courtney said happily
"That the ghosts can be killed with these elements!" Gwen gasped in glee
"And that someone had to had found out before us." Bridgette said smiling
"Which means that the crew of TDI knew this would happen-"
"And they knew that we would come-"
"And that we would find this out-"
"Which means-"
"We were never alone."