Chapter Fifteen
Obviously, it didn't start right away. We needed for the rest of the group to wake up, which they didn't seem to be doing anytime soon.
So really, it just meant more and more waiting around.
The next one to wake up was Clint. Well….actually no. We didn't even notice he was awake. We turned to the bathroom as we heard the water go on. Clint pushed the door open and walked out. He noticed us all staring at him.
"How long have you been up?" I asked.
"A bit," he said shrugging.
"Anyone new up?" Loki asked.
"Yeah," Clint said, pointing to Tony. "Mr. Alcoholic here," he gestured to the drink in Tony's hand, "was still sleeping like a baby."
"Hey!" Tony said.
Clint shrugged. "Look, I'm just saying: Now really isn't the best time to have a drink."
"You're wrong," Tony said, raising his glass to Clint. "Now is the best time to have a drink." He took another gulp of his drink.
"He's got a point," Arthur said.
There was a gasp from the other side of the room. Everyone looked over there as Sam sat up. He heaved a sigh and put his head in his hands.
"Shh," I said, running over to him. "Shh, you're okay. You're gonna be fine. You're back."
"What was that?" he asked, gasping. "Some sort of test?"
"We thinks so," Loki said. "We think whoever's controlling this and keeping us here was testing us for some reason."
Sam looked around the room, noticing how seven of their group were still unconscious.
"Why are we waking up at different times?" he asked.
"I have a guess to that!" I said. "I'm assuming that we're being tested depending on several assets. Depending on how much guilt we have about something, and how strong our resolve is, we have a different amount of time."
"That actually makes a lot of sense," Harry noted.
"Why do you sound so surprised!" I asked, turning to him.
"Nothing, I was just….go on," he said.
"I wrote down the order of who woke up so far," I said, pulling a notepad out of my dress.
"The order so far reads:
1. Rissa
2. Loki
3. Harry
4. John
5. Thor
6. Arthur
7. Steve
8. Bruce
9. Clint
10. Tony
11. Sam"
I leaned over and put the notepad on a table, filling Sam's name in the eleventh spot."
"Which leaves the Doctor, Dean and Cas, Sherlock, Natasha, Merlin, and Isabelle."
I looked over to her unconscious body. "That's one good thing at least," I said.
"What do you mean?" John asked.
"If my theory is correct," I said. "Then it means that Isabelle has some guilt."
Happy Friday everyone! It's nice here. It's thunderstorming outside (I love thunderstorms), I'm listening to sad music, and I'm sowing up my shorts that were previously pants. Sweet dreams everyone. Have a great weekend! :)