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Chapter 6

Misty's perspective

Misty quickly got up along with Ash. The eyeball was already cocking the shotgun again, turning towards them.

"Come on!" Ash yelled, grabbing Misty's arm and running towards a bar that was on the right wall of the room.

"Where are you going?" said the cute, computerized voice. It was a sort of creepy that couldn't be described; that kind of subtle creepiness where it was just a little bit off.

Ash and Misty dived behind the bar just as the eyeball fired its gun. Misty screamed as the bottles on the counter shattered and they were showered with drops of alcohol.

"Where did you go?" said the voice. It was influent, with a short pause between each word, which showed that it was a computer. But this only made it creepier. "I can't see you."

Ash peered over the top of the counter and immediately ducked back down as a bullet came through. It barely missed him, shattering a couple of the bottles on the counter behind Ash and Misty. Misty screamed again. She had never been freaked out like this in her entire life, and she had watched plenty of horror movies.

But that was different. When watching a horror movie, you become scared, but for the person in the movie. But deep down, you know that the person is fictional, and they aren't really going to get hurt if something bad happens.

This wasn't like that. Misty wasn't fictional. She was real. The fear is indescribable when you're the one in danger. Misty knew that. She could die here. There was no denying that.

"Okay," Ash said, "I just saw something. On the other side of the room, there's a gun inside case. I just need to get it."

"Ash," Misty said in a high-pitched voice that didn't sound like herself, "I don't want to die." Misty was usually a tough, brave person. If she didn't have breasts, people would probably actually think that she was a guy, just by the way she acted.

But not here. Here she felt like a little five-year-old who missed her mommy. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be safe. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

But she was here. And there was no changing that.

"I know," said Ash. He tried to act brave, but there was no hiding the fact that he was scared too. "You're not going to."

"How do you know?" Misty said.

"Because," Ash said, and the look on his face somehow told Misty that he was telling the truth, "I won't let that happen."

Misty stared into Ash's eyes, and he stared right back. For a moment, it seemed as if they were in their own world, with nothing else around. The eyeball was gone, the danger was gone, the entire room was gone. Misty could feel the fear melting away from her.

But the moment was broken by the voice of the eyeball.

"What are you talking about over there?" it said. "Are you talking about me? It's not good to gossip, you know. People could get…hurt."

"Misty," Ash said, "I need you to distract it so I can get to that gun."

"Ash…"

"Come on, Misty. You need to."

"Ash, I don't think I can do this."

"Yes you can, Misty!" Ash said, his hands on her cheeks. "I know you! You're strong! You can do this!"

"I'm strong, but I'm not that strong! I can't do this!"

"Yes! You can! Misty, there is one thing that everybody has. No matter who they are, how old, or how young. Everyone has it.

"A will to survive.

"You don't want to die. You just said that. You want to live. And neither of us will be able to do that, unless you do this for me."

"Ash…"

"Come on, Misty!" Ash was practically begging Misty now. "You have a will to survive! Use it!"

Misty and Ash just stared at each other for a few minutes. Then, Misty's entire attitude changed right at that minute. She was still afraid, oh yes. She was terrified. But she was willing to face it.

"Okay," she said, her face serious now. "I'll do it."

Ash smiled, and Misty saw an emotion that she had never seen before in Ash's eyes. She had no idea what it was, but somehow it made her feel better. It made her confident. Not only did she hope they would get through this-she knew.

"Now, that's my Misty."

Misty smiled.

"Okay, go." Ash said. Misty gulped and stood up.

The change was indescribable. It wasn't a change in Misty. It was the voice. The voice of the eyeball seemed to morph into something else entirely. It was no longer cute and innocent. It wasn't as high-pitched or childish as it first was. The voice itself was no longer creepy-it was frightening. What was creepy was the way that it seemed to change as the eyeball spoke. And it only spoke one word.

"Hello."

The next thing Misty knew, she was jumping out of the way of the shot, which had just sent pieces of broken bottle flying, one piece creating a red gash on Misty's cheek. But she could hardly feel it. Her adrenaline was taking over now, and she could see that Ash was already making his way over to the gun in the case.

"Don't be afraid," the eyeball said, now back to its cute, high-pitched voice. But just hearing it sent one thought into Misty's mind: be afraid.

Be very afraid.
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Ash's perspective

Ash could hear Misty scream as the eyeball fired again. He was no longer scared for himself. He was scared for Misty. If she died because he had told her to do this, he could never live it down.

Ash was in front of the case now. Ash recognized the gun inside as a 45 Caliber. Good enough. He pulled his fist back and brought it forward to break the glass, just like the movies. There was just one problem:

Real life doesn't have special effects.

"OW!!!" Ash yelled, pulling back his fist and clenching it. The glass seemed unharmed. So much for that idea. Ash looked up and saw that the eyeball was now turned toward him.

"Who's there?"

"Look out!" Misty yelled. Ash quickly jumped out of the way as the bullet came whizzing past, actually brushing his hair.

The glass on the case broke and Ash caught the gun as it fell. He whipped around and shot it.

But the bullet bounced right off the metal surface of the eyeball.

"Nice try," it said, and cocked the shot gun again. Ash jumped out of the way as it fired. He shot three more times, but it didn't seem to do anything.

"Dammit!" He said. "How the hell do we kill this thing!?!"

"You can't destroy me," the eyeball said, now cocking the shotgun again. It seemed to have an unlimited supply of bullets.

This test was not going well.
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