A/N: Here I am, starting with an Author's Note again! :D I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon, even though I sometimes don't always have anything to say. Well, I guess we should get started (since I really don't have anything to say)!

Chapter 36: Downhill

Linnie's PoV:

Once I see Megan's breathing stop completely, my heart sinks, my gut drops, and my eyes widen. The absolute worst feeling comes over me, causing me to shout, "What? No… Megan? Megan! No!" I start shaking my twin sister, but she remains limp. I start trembling and crying, as I fear that my sister is, indeed, dead.

"We need help!" Jeff shouts. "We need to get some help in here!"

I then hear my brother run out of the room, I guess trying to find someway to get help. Though, I'm not overly paying attention to what he's doing, because my mind suddenly turns to giving Megan the CPR I never learned to do.

"Linnie! Linnie! Stop!" Rod shouts at me. "What are you doing?! You don't know CPR!"

"I don't care! I'm going to have to try! I can't lose my sister! I've already lost Kevin! I can't lose her, too!"

"We didn't lose Kevin!" Rod tries to correct me, but I really don't care. In my mind, I've lost my little brother. "And we're not going to lose Megan, either! Now, hold on!"

It's now Rod's turn to run out of the room. The rest of the kids remain standing behind me, I think unsure of what to do. But, I don't pay any mind to them, because my goal is to make my sister come alive again. This can't be happening… What did the Concierge lace that cake with, anyway?

I then hear the sound of glass smashing, followed by the sound of frantic knocking. I'm curious as to what all that noise is about, but I don't stop frantically trying to save my sister. Though, that doesn't stop my cousins from curiously looking at what the heck happened.

"I'm not going to lose you, Megan…" I breathe out. "I'm not going to lose you…"

Finally, I hear a new voice enter the room, and my first guess is that it belongs to the man we saw down on the street. The voice asks, "What's going on? Is everything all right in here?"

"No… No, everything's not all right in here…" Jeff rarely tears up, but I can sense it, by the tone of his voice, that he is now.

"This man told us that you were signalling for help up here. Is that true?" I recognize the other new voice as the red-headed woman from the front desk.

"Yes… Please, you have to help us!" Jeff begs.

"What? What is going on here?" Understandably, I don't think the woman fully comprehends what's going on. I don't blame her, because nobody knew the Concierge's true intentions.

"They're in here," I'm still frantically trying to save my sister, but I can only assume that Jeff leads the two helpers into the room.

"Oh my goodness…"

I can tell the woman is taken by surprise at the scene in front of her. I just quickly look back at the doorway, to see her hand on her chest, and wearing a completely shocked look on her face. As for the man, I was right about him being the one from down on the street. He just stands there, looking surprised, too.

The idea that help is finally here, but not doing anything about it, annoys me. So, I resort to begging, "Please… You're the only ones, who can help her… Please… You have to save my sister…" I continue to cry. "I've already lost my brother, I can't lose her, too…"

The man and woman stand there, as if trying to process the situation and think of a way to help. My only wish, is that it's soon, because I don't know how much longer this CPR can go on, before it won't work, anymore…

Kate's PoV:

The Concierge now hangs up the phone after he speaks to the officer on the other end. From what I understand, he's to stay out of it, if he knows what's good for Kevin. We're also in plain sight as a target, so if things go awry, then we're going to be in trouble. I just hope the man leaves, before that has a chance of happening. Though, we still have our kids to worry about. I don't know what to think and feel right now. I'm just so full of worry…

"Well," The man turns around, with that same smirk on his face. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear it was stuck on him. "I'm sure you heard everything that was said. Now, do you agree or disagree? Either way, it's going to happen the way I say it will."

"So, if things don't go your way, you'll have your partners kill an innocent little boy?" Tears form in my eyes, as I think about the idea of losing my youngest son.

"Yes, that's exactly it," He's proud of himself, I know he is.

"We'll get the money any way we can, if it means to save our little boy," I feel myself tremble, but that's because I'm angry and worried about everything that's going on.

"Well," Mr. Hector looks down at his phone, almost as if he's admiring it. "Your family is rich, I'm sure it'll be no problem gathering money from your banks."

"I'm sure it won't be, but I don't want anything happening to Kevin, in case something goes wrong," The man now glances up from his phone. It's almost as if he disagrees with my words.

"Now, that's not going to be the case. We're giving you a week. That's plenty of time to get the money and bring it back to me,"

"Oh, really?" I probably shouldn't bring this up, but I will, anyway. I cross my arms, before asking, "How do we know you're not lying? That you're not going to take the money for yourself?"

"Aw. Really?" He throws his head back, smiling. The man starts to act all innocent, and I don't think that's a good sign. "Nah, come on… You know I wouldn't do that,"

"You wanna bet?"

"Yeah, sure, I wanna bet,"

"What are we betting?"

"We're betting that the money is going to be for all of us, and not just for myself,"

"How's that going to work? I mean, if the kidnappers, who have my son, believe that the money hasn't been delivered, they'll kill him,"

"Well, I guess that's your own bet. I'm saying that the money will be for all of us, but you believe what you want to believe. I'm going to go back to the hotel and make sure your kids are OK,"

He almost spins around to leave again, but I stop him, just in time, "Wait a minute!" He freezes, and I know he's curious as to what I'm going to say. "What about us?! Take us with you!" Did I really just say that?

"No," he says, smoothly. "If you want to come with me, then the next time you come back here, you'll find your oldest son dead. So, I advise you'd best stay here, and keep a sharp eye on him. After all, you don't know what's going to happen next, do you?" He walks away, now disappeared from my sight. There's nothing else I can say or do, except gape at where he was standing, thinking about everything I just learned…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks again! :D Yay! At least this chapter was a little longer! What do you think is going to happen, now that help has entered the room? Has Megan really died? If so, will she be revived again? I really don't know, actually… I still have yet to figure that out. The Concierge seems to have a different idea in mind for Kevin than what Bryan and Sarah have. Though, will there be more trouble for the McCallisters in the future? What's going to happen, once he's back at the hotel? I guess we'll just have to wait and see! I guess that's all I have to say now! In the meantime, ciao! :D

PS: Again, thanks for reviewing, Huda! No, I've never been to New York, but I'm desperate to go in any way I can! I've stated lots of times how I'm desperate to go! XD

- Majora's Mask Freak184