Okay… Mary and Gary Sueness… I get rid of it.
10
Jacob awoke with a start to a crack of a twig.
He looked around fervently in the dim light for a sign of life. Nothing, not even…
"Brooke? Uh, I mean Lex?" he called hesitantly. He heard the snap of a twig. No not a twig; something bigger.
He jumped up and ran toward the sound of the crumbling noise. Only getting a couple of scratches, he arrived panting to see Brooke standing in the middle of a huge clearing filled with burning tree limbs.
"Wh- wha…?" Jacob stuttered. Brooke whirled around surprised at his voice. "What happened here?"
Brooke blushed and scratched her head uncomfortably, "I, um…. I…," she paused, "sneezed."
Jacob just stared at her.
"What?" she asked incredulously. "Apparently the serum does that!" Jacob still didn't say anything. "That's it. I'm getting this serum outta me."
She rolled up her sleeves revealing the gash where the serum leaked in and brought out a pocket knife.
"Whoa!" Jacob yelled coming out of his trance. He ran to her getting his pants only a little singed. "You are not cutting yourself open!"
"How else will I get this out?" she asked flabbergasted.
"You don't!" he yelled back. His face was getting red. Jacob was becoming angry. "You need to keep the serum in!"
"Why should I?" Brooke retorted. "What good would an uncontrollable maniac like me do? All this serum has done is summon backpacks and destroy half of a forest!"
Brooke was steaming: as too Jacob. This wasn't a good sign. If they were to get out of this alive they needed.
"Look," Jacob tried to stay off the edge. Brooke crossed her arms. "I know you're not used o being wrong…"
"I'm wrong?" she asked incredulously. "You're the one who's talking!"
"Will you just face the fact that you can't be right about everything?" Jacob sneered. "Even though you're an Ekat doesn't mean that everything you do is right. Your parents steered you wrong. The made a big parenting mistake: nobody's perfect!"
Brooke just stared at him. Her fists unclenched and her eyes started to water.
No! No weakness! She scolded herself, but it wasn't enough. She ran one was just as the tears started to flow. She ran away without looking back. She got just out of the clearing when she tripped on a log and fell to the ground crying horrible, heartbroken sobs. There was no one around to comfort her.
All she could manage to do was curl up into a ball and weep.
…..
Amy Cahill walked uncertainly into the Kolinsky Hotel and Resort and immediately was swept off her feet.
The lobby was enormous, and the furniture was styled as Lois XVI all the way from the check in desk to the fountain in the middle. Foliage lined every nook and cranny, and Amy absolutely thought it was beautiful.
She walked up to the check in desk in a trance still taking in the lobby.
"Guten Morgen," she said as she looked up. "Was möchtest du? (What would you like?)
"Um," luckily Amy had planned for this. "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" (Do you speak English?)
"Ha, ha! Yes I do!" she said. "Ah I love when foreigners even attempt to speak our language. What can I do for you?"
"Thank you. I am a friend of the Engles family and they said that I could stay at this place for a while. They didn't give me all the details though," Amy explained.
"Oh, I know the Engles. Cute kids! Oh, yes they have a room reserved for their family on any certain occasion, quite lucky. Not many can afford to have these year round, but they apparently have a huge family."
"How so?" Amy asked. She certainly was learning a lot.
"This building is far too old for me to keep track. The owner was an Engles. He passed the one room of the master suite down to his kids and so on. My manager is trying to obtain it since it hasn't been used in a while, but they will not allow him." She walked into the back room.
Interesting, Amy thought. I am certainly learning a lot here.
"Alright," Frau Müller said coming out of the room. She held an old-fashioned key in her hands. "This is the key. The room is 700 on the 13th floor. Hope you're not superstitious. Have a great stay."
Amy nodded and went up the newly installed elevator. Gradually, it climbed up to floor 13. When it arrived there was only enough space to walk one step before a large wooden door stands in your way. It was rugged and worn and rusty like it hadn't been used in forever.
Slowly Amy put the key into the hole, and she turned the knob. The door opened.
"Wow," Amy said.
Sorry. I know it's been long. Side tracked. This random reviewer keeps on reviewing for the 1st story to update. Hmm….
~bewilder22
