Updated my profile... Now it's 4:39
Lol, 39 xD
Im probably going to go to bed after I post this. I might post the nexto chapter tomorrow when all my relatives are over, and it gets really boring. But it's okay; any other holiday I'm usually half asleep on my couch (it's a running joke in my family — my relationship with my couch) reading, writing or playing my iPad. So yeah ^.^
DISCLAIMER: TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco does not own T39C or their characters, only her own.
We had left Hamilton and Emma at the hotel room. Right now we were behind the Royal Thai Palace.
Dan and I were partners. Yay.
Our walkie-talkie went off. "Dan? Lindsay? Are you in position?"
Dan held down the button. "Yes, mother. Can we start now?"
"Go right ahead."
I pulled out my bobby pin and walked over to the door. In less than a minute, it was unlocked.
Dan and I stealthily crept inside. The alarm went off.
Dan sprinted over to the alarm system. After toting with it for a few seconds, it feel apart, and the alarm shut off.
I glanced over at Dan. We had to wear masks, so the security cameras wouldn't recognize us. Dan had a goalie mask on, and I was wearing a grim reaper mask xD
Next I pulled out the pieces of black construction paper that we had to put over the security cameras.
So we did that. And then we were done. We unlocked the frog door for the other 4. Dan and I walked back outside.
"Why'd we get stuck with the boring part?" I muttered to myself, sitting on the curb. I pulled off my mask.
Dan sat beside me. "Because Any doesn't trust our awesomeness."
I giggled.
"I gotta go tell Amy something. I'll be right back." Dan said, running inside.
I sat there, playing with my mask, tracing the outline of the mouth.
Then somebody covered their hand over my mouth, and the person held my arms together.
"Don't say anything, or move at all. We just need to ask you some questions." The person breathed b
I instantly found out it was a boy. Fantastic.
A sharp pain in my arm knocked me back to sense. I glanced over and saw a needle.
Then my eyelids started getting heavy...
I woke up tied to a chair. My whole body was aching.
"Hello?" I croaked. Then, out of the shadows appeared two people; a boy and a girl. They were probably in twit twenties, twins I bet.
"What's wrong with Emma?" the girl asked.
"My mommy taught me not to talk to strangers." I mumbled.
The boy slapped me. "Answer the question!"
"Who the f*ck are you?!" I hissed.
"I'm Casper Wyoming, that's my sister Cheyenne. Emma is our little sister. We are worried about her. She texted us saying, 'you're going to hate me when you find out'. What the hell is wrong with her?" The boy ranted.
"Wyoming? I thought Emma's last name was Cahill."
The girl laughed historically. "And you're supposed to be her best friend..."
"Lindsay, Emma's full name is Emma-Lea Mariah Olivia Wyoming. But then instead of becoming a Vesper like us, she turned into a Cahill, so she changed her last name." Casper explained.
I was too shocked about Emma lying to me, that I barely had time to acknowledge that he knows my name.
How could Emma lie to me? She said she was always a Cahill. She never mention anything about living in a house full of Vespers!
"Now," Casper said, pulling out a very long, sharp looking knife. He held it against my neck. "What's wrong with her?"
"What will you do to me if I don't tell you?"
"Drown you in sump oil. Actually, we were going to do that anyways, even if you do tell us." Cheyenne told me.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Now answer the question." Casper pressed the knife harder against my flesh. When I hesitated to answer, I felt the blood trickle down my neck.
"She's pregnant!"
He dropped the knife. Cheyenne's jaw was literally on the floor.
"Pregnant...? What... How...?" Casper stuttered.
"It was the dolt, wasn't it?" Cheyenne face hardened with anger.
"We found out this morning. They're not taking the news well. She probably wants to see you guys, but Amy's in like, freak mode and she'd have a seizure if she saw you at our hotel."
"Well, we're going anyways. Time for le oil!" Casper untied me, and threw me over his shoulder.
"Stop! Please! I'm only 13! I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Too late. Bye bye!" Cheyenne said. Casper pushed away a manhole cover. Casper dropped me in, and I banged my knees and shins against a ladder.
He closed the manhole, and the last thing I heard was their laughing.
I was in a room about the size of a small bathroom. If I stood on tiptoes, I could reach the top.
Then the oil started. There was a pipe attached to the wall, and is was gushing out black gunk. A lot of it.
I couldn't risk ruining my leopard print high tops, so I climbed the later, and I hung on to the top rung.
The room was filling up fast. My palms were getting sweaty; I almost slipped off the latter a few times. Even if my palms weren't sweating, I would've fallen off because of that stupid cast on my wrist.
I started having a panic attack. What would happen if it got past my nose? I would surely breath the oil. That thought made me wanna hurl.
It was, like, a millimeter away from touching my shoes, when it stopped.
It was a Christmas miracle!
Somebody had to of shut off the oil them selves. Obviously it wasn't Casper or Cheyenne. Then who would it be?
The manhole cover has pulled off. I pulled myself up, and gulped in the air that didn't smell like oil.
I saw a guy standing there beside the cover. I ran over to him, and hugged him tight.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squealed. "You saved my life!"
I pulled away and saw te guy smiling at me. He had hair like Josh Ramsay, he had many piercings, and he dressed goth-like.
"No problem. I saw those creeps push you in here, so I waited until they were gone before I came to the rescue." He told me.
"Why did you help me?" I asked, curiously.
"Because... Because I like your hair."
I burst out laughing.
"Because you like my hair? Well, I like your too." I smiled back at him.
"What's your name?" He questioned as we started walking.
"Lindsay Cahill. You?"
"Caleb Monroe."
"Sweet."
"Okay, now I know we just met and everything, but a need a favor." Caleb told me.
"Sure. Anything for that saved my life." I replied. "Oh, and my shoes."
"Yeah, those are pretty sick shoes." He commented. "I need help breaking into a house."
"Fun. What are we gonna steal?"
He stared at me, shocked that I didn't hesitate on answering.
"Well, let's just say my friend has something that's mine. We have to get it back."
So we walked along. After quite a few minutes of walking, we stopped at a mansion.
There were huge wrought iron gates. There was a fountain, and loss of little shrubs and stuff.
"Here's the plan; we are going to break in, get what I need, and get out. Clear?"
"Clear."
I pushed on the gates. Surprisingly, they were unlocked. I started approaching the front door. Caleb gripped my arm, and jerked me back.
"We have to use the back door." Caleb hissed. I nodded understandingly.
So we walked behind to the back door. This mansion gave me the creeps. There were no lights on inside, and there were no motion lights outside.
I picked the lock at the back with my Bobby pin.
"I know this house like the back of my hand. Just follow me, and we'll be out in no time."
So we walked on through. We came upon a living room. There was a big looking tuff guy sitting on a chair, watching a weird action movie. There was a girl lying on the rug at his feet.
Luckily, the movie had lots of explosions and shouting — I wondered how the girl was sleeping through that — so we used those sounds as a cover.
We ran up the stairs. Caleb went straight into this bedroom. After digging around I some drawers, he picked up a Celtic ring. He pushed it in his pocket.
"Got it. Let's get out of here."
We snuck back down the stairs. We got to the front door. Caleb slowly turned the knob, but a huge gust of wind blew the door right out of his hands. It slammed against the wall.
Caleb cursed. "I forgot the door slams.."
"Well, don't just stand there! Run!"
I grabbed his hand and we ran through the night, leaving the screaming buff man behind us.