Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, thank you very much. This chapter is dedicated to my little brother, who helped me figure out what to do next. Thanks, bro! You rock!
Travis
No one answered. He knocked, and knocked, and knocked…but no one answered.
"Dang it!" Travis barked. "Gods, now what?"
"Back it up." Connor ordered. Travis complied, and Connor rammed into the door, much to the surprise of the two elder boys.
"Dude, I'm pretty sure that's illegal…" Jordan trailed off as the door gave way.
They rushed in.
"Katie! Marvin! What did you do to Katie?" Travis shouted furiously.
The adrenaline was pumping in him so hard, it took a moment for him to calm down and actually see anything.
When he finally did look around, nothing was as he expected it to be.
The room was just barely bigger than their own, but the bed was overturned, lying on the ground with a big slash through it. Clothes were strewn all over the place, and a backpack lay nearby, forgotten, with imperishable items spilling onto the scuffed carpet. The bathroom door hung loosely on its hinges, nearly falling. Inside the bathroom, the sink was running with the hot water still on, and the mirror was cracked into a million pieces.
Jordan swore underneath his breath.
"Oh my gods!" Connor gasped. "What happened in here?"
"I don't know, but I want Katie with us right now. We've got to find her, Con. I don't like the idea of her hanging around with a guy who leaves his room in a state like this." Travis motioned around with his hand.
"Let's go tell Miss Fitzgerald; she'll call the police." Jordan said. His face was white, but his voice was surprisingly steady.
"How are you holding up, man? I know this is probably a nasty shock." Connor asked sympathetically.
"I'm good. I always knew there was something wrong with that kid. I bet he kidnapped your sister! We'd better go down right away. Aren't you guys worried?" Jordan replied.
Travis took a deep breath through his nose and let it out to calm the rage building up in his chest. All he wanted to do was pound Melvin…uh, Marvin, into the ground!
"Darn right, we're worried." Connor agreed. He put a restraining hand on his brother's shoulder. "Let's just get to Miss Fitzgerald."