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Chapter 15: The Invisible Boy's Defeat

I picked up the manuscript off the floor, wiping the dirt off to get it clean. The leather covering felt smooth against my fingers as I gripped it. I looked at the two clasps tightly together, telling me it's locked up somehow. I looked over at the others, holding the manuscript.

"Do any of you got a key? Like a manuscript key?" I had to whisper to ask them in case those Monster Police are still in the area. "Because once we get out of this prison we can put everything back in the book," I said.

Stine shook his head. "I wish I had it..." he answered. "But I don't. I guess I forgot to grab it off my desk before we came here."

"That's great," Zach voiced out sarcastically. "Plus, how are we gonna get out of here?" he asked, walking around before going over to the door. He tried to kick it down but with no success. "We're trapped in here for who knows how long." He kicked the door again, as if to try to break it down. Only it didn't. He looked at Stine. "I can't believe you forgot the key!" he yelled at him.

"It's not my fault!" Stine argued, casting an angry glare at the kid. "If that stupid Boy hadn't spied on us, we wouldn't be in this hell dungeon. And I wish I did grabbed that damn key, Zach," he added. "And furthermore, you don't raise your voice at me because I'm your English teacher," he then scolded, pointing his finger at the same teen.

"Well, Mr. Know-It-All," Zach attacked back, "since you're a teacher, you should've been smart enough not to forget the manuscript key. But guess what? You don't have it!" he screamed, causing Hannah to back away from him.

"Zach…" she spoke.

"And I wish you never opened that book back in your earlier days, even though we weren't there at that time," he kept on yelling, ignoring Hannah. "Thanks to you, we're never gonna get out of here!" He raised his hands to show what he meant.

"Zach…" Hannah tried again, but Zach kept on going.

"My mom is gonna end up calling those stupid cops, thinking I was kidnapped. Or worse, killed," he fumed, eyes glaring at Stine. "I'm her only kid. I don't have any siblings or cousins at all! Not only I'm worried about her, she's also does the same with me!" He pointed at himself. "I wish you hadn't written these books," he continued on, trying his best to interrogate Stine just like the last time, except he kept his arms crossed as Zach kept blowing steam at him. "Why couldn't of you written about-"

"ZACH, STOP IT!" Hannah got in front of him and screamed. "It's not his fault," she defended her father, who kept maintaining his stance. "If we can get out of here, we can leave Horrorland and get the key," she told him.

Zach eyed at her. "And how are we gonna get out of here?" he questioned her.

"Um…" She tried to think of an answer, but came out empty. "I'm not sure…" she replied.

Zach smirked and scoffed. "Typical." He shook his head. "You know, I only came here to help you guys defeat that annoying Boy. I also wish you had the answer on how to get out of here," he blew out, turning away from her, taking a few steps forward.

"It also looks like you don't trust my own dad or any of us!" Hannah proclaimed angrily, stomping her foot on the floor.

"Then maybe I'll be better of with people unlike YOU!" he exclaimed, going up to her real close and glared at her.

She gasped in shock, feeling very imitated by him for the first time. All of us saw tears forming in her eyes as she stared down at the floor, leaving Zach in shock to what he had just said to her.

Realizing how wrong those words sounded after he let them out, he looked down at her. "Hannah..." he started, only she didn't want to hear it.

"I don't want to talk to you right now…" She looked up at him. "If you think your better off without me... then fine," she responded.

"No... No, no, no, no," he answered quickly, shaking his head. "I'm just frustrated, that's all," he assured her. "I didn't really mean it. I'm just upset that we hadn't stopped those freaks," he explained to her. "You know what I mean?" he asked. "Besides..." he smiled. "I'm not better off without you."

She wiped the water works out of her eyes. "You mean it…?" Hannah said. He nodded his head and she did a small smile. "Okay, I forgive you." They were about to kiss when Stine got between them.

"Wait until we stop the Boy," he suggested, not wanting them to get all love-like right now. "Now let's figure out a way to- Hazel, what are you doing?" Everyone turned to see what I was doing, seeing me digging into my backpack. "Hazel." Stine approached me. "What are you doing?" he repeated.

"I think I have something to unlock the manuscript once we get out of here." I continued to dig through my backpack. "While you guys were arguing, I realized that I packed a safety pin in case you forgot the key, which you did," I said. "So I decided to be prepared just in case this would happen," I explained. "It's in here somewhere..." After a few seconds of searching, I manage to find the safety pin, which is basically a paper clip to hold papers together, and put it in my front pocket so I know where it is. "Okay." I stood up, picking my backpack off the floor. "Let's get out of thing thing," I directed towards them.

"How are we gonna do that?" Champ questioned. "There's no way for us to get out, Hazel," he reminded me.

"Oh really..." Walking towards one of the walls, I kicked it a few times, and the wall crumbled in front of me. "The walls are made out of dirt," I told them after catching their reactions. "I didn't realize it until I inspected them before I dug through my backpack."

"Wow," Stine breathed out. "You should be proud of that," he empathized with a grin.

"I would if I can smile," I returned with a soldem look. "Come on, I had a feeling that this leads out of our cells." I walked into the tunnel, turning my flashlight on in case we lose some lighting.

"Oh, God..." I heard Champ's voice echoed behind me. "This is really creepy..." He then gasped. "Is that a snake!?" he cried. "Kill it!" he exclaimed.

I turned to see Zach pick something off the ground. "It's a piece of old rope, dude," he told him then laughed. "I can't believe that this old thing freaked you out," he proclaimed, slapping Champ on the back.

"It's not funny," he muttered.

"It was a bit funny." Zach let out another chuckle, then tossed the rope aside.

"It wasn't funny, Zach," Hannah scolded her boyfriend, defending Champ.

"Aw, come on. I said it was a bit funny." He playfully elbowed her and she gave him a raised brow. "Oh..." he realized, picturing his best friend's point of view. "I see..." He was about to say something to him when he spoke first.

"It's cool, man," he forgave, even though Zach didn't apologize. "But you did hurt my back," he added, rubbing it.

"You're a wimp," Zach joked.

But Champ felt a little offended. "Not cool."

Zach raised his hands. "Okay, I'll stop," he surrendered. "How far does this tunnel go?" he asked, walking right next to me.

"I would answer, but we already made it out. Look." I pointed my flashlight at the end of the tunnel. "This way," I led, running to the exit.

"Wait for us, Hazel!" Stine hollered as I heard their shoes thumping on the ground. "Hazel, wait!" he called out.

Once we got the exit, we found a spiral staircase leading upstairs. Not hesitating, I began to walk up the steps, gripping the railing.

"I hate these kind of stairs," Champ explained as we continued climbing. "You know. The ones where you can see the ground, just like those lighthouses," he said. "I hate those things."

"You hate everything," Stine said.

"No I do not!"

Stine rolled his eyes at the teen's protest. He also noticed my expression on my face as I looked straight ahead. "You look determined," he noted.

"I just want to get this over with," I responded in a serious manner. "Once I get to that boy... I'll kill him," I vowed.

"The monsters can't be killed," he reminded me.

I blinked. "...Oh. Yeah."

"My legs are getting tired," Champ complained. "Do you see any spiders up there?"

"Not that I know of," Hannah gave her honest opinion.

"Awsome," he said sarcastically, not liking her answer at all. "Are we up there yet?" he now whined. "Seriously, my legs feel like they're gonna fall off," he spoke.

I pointed my flashlight up and saw the exit. "Yeah, I see a door," I reported over my shoulder. "Come on." I picked up my pace with the others right behind me.

By the time we got to the door, I flung it open. "Come on, we can open the book-" I stopped to see the Monster Police in front of us. "Oh, come on!" I declared in frustration.

"Where do you think you're going?" one of them growled.

"Yeah, and how did you get out of your cell?" the other questioned.

Stine stepped in front of me as if to use himself as a shield against them, keeping me and everyone safe from them. "You know," he began, "you should've had better walls in your cells or else they're gonna fall apart." He smirked at them. "However, if you don't get out of our way... I'll pinch you," he warned, changing his expression.

The two Horrors looked at each other, and the first one looked at Stine. "We don't want to get pinched," he informed. "But we have a much sturdier place for the five of you humans. Now let us get to you another-OW!" He suddenly screamed when Stine pinched the Monster Police's face. "Hey!" he yelped when the author realised him. "What did you do?!" he snared out. "I'm melting, I'm melting..." After his final words, all we saw now was a melted Horror.

"Oh, that's sick," Hannah groaned, clutching onto Zach.

"You wanna get pinched, too?" Stine challenged the other one.

"Uh, no, no," the other one shook his head. "You go on right ahead," he allowed.

So we walked past him and finally manage to find our way outside to Horrorland. Stine seemed to look around. "Now..." he started. "Where is that annoying imbecile?" he wondered. He took a step forward, looking around. "Oh!" He let out a cry and slouched forward.

"Dad!" Hannah screamed, running up to him. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Ugh, yes," he groaned. "Something just punched me in the stomach..."

"Ha-ha. Ha-ha," a familiar voice laughed, sounding very obnoxious. "Did that hurt, father?" he faked in concern.

"The Invisible Boy!" Stine gasped.

"That's right..." he sneered. "Ha-ha!"

"It's not funny!" I defended Stine. "You, the Horrors, and everything are going back in this book," I proclaimed, taking out my paper clip and adjusted it. And just as I was about to unlock the manuscript, the book was taken away from me. "Hey!" I protested, grabbing the other end of it. "Let go, Boy!" I commanded.

"I'm not going in..." he seethed. "How about you let go, girly?" he countered back.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Not a chance..." Quickly, I used my right hand and took off my backpack, and smacked the Boy.

"Yah!" We heard him fall on the ground. "Not cool!" he screamed. We heard his footsteps as he picked himself off the ground. "I'm not going in that book," he vowed. "Horrors, get them!" he commanded.

Over a hundred Horrors came running towards us. Stine looked over at us. "Go!" he cried. "Go, go, go, go!" he quickly repeated, motioning his hands for us to get going.

Of course, we didn't stand around, and we ran as fast as we can. I made sure to keep a good grip on the book so I won't end up dropping it. "Which way should we go?" I called over.

"That way to the entrance," Stine pointed up ahead.

"But they're locked!" Champ hollered as he ran.

"I said that they do open," he reminded the awkward teen over his shoulder. "There it is!" We made it to the gate, and Stine grabbed it, flinging it open. How did he get them open? Champ couldn't do it. Oh well... "Into one of those buses," he directed, running to the first one that he spotted. "Hurry," he exclaimed.

Getting onto the bus, he waved for us to get on as well. "Hurry. Quick, quick, quick," he urged in a fast voice.

Quickly, we got on the bus and sat down on the seats. "Do you know how to drive a bus?" Zach asked, which is the most dumbest question to say.

"Boy, I wish I knew," Stine answered back sarcastically. "Yes, I know to drive this thing." Turning the bus key and stepping on the gas pedal, we sped away as far as we can away from the amusement park. I looked behind me, seeing the Horrors chasing us.

"Faster!" I cried. The others were about to say some similar words to mine, but Stine interrupted them.

"Don't any of you start hollering at me to go in different directions," he warned, casting them a glare. "I'll go faster."

"Step on it!" Champ then sank in his seat when Stine gave him an angry look. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Just...just drive as fast as you can," he told him. "Make sure they don't catch up to us."

Driving as fast as he can, Hannah said something. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere to open that book and get everything back in there. Even that crappy Boy." While Stine continued driving, he turned somewhere and hit the brakes. "Get out of the car, quick," he ordered. Not wasting any second, we did as we were told. "Hazel, unlock the book, hurry!"

"Me?" I responded. "You want me to unlock the book?"

He opened his mouth until we heard a shout. "Don't unlock that book, girly!" It was the Invisible Boy and we can hear his running footsteps, only we weren't sure where they're coming from since we couldn't see him.

"Unlock the book, Hazel. Now!" Stine repeated as he and my friends, my true friends, backed away to give some space.

Using the paper clip, I picked at the two clasps and, just like with all the manuscripts, it unlocked, flying out of my hands. It landed on the ground and a blew beam shot up to the sky as strong wind came.

While we shield ourselves from the dirt and debris, we saw all the Horrors going into the book, including everything from Horrorland from the strong current. And as all the Horrors and everything got sucked into the book, I gagged when I felt hands around my throat, strangling me.

"This was supposed to be my moment!" the Boy screeched, making my ears ring.

I grabbed his invisible wrists. "Well, guess what, Boy? You don't get one. You're such a..." I ripped his hands off my neck. "...menace," I finished. Again, using my backpack, I hit him hard enough for him to go into the vortex.

"No... Nooo!" he screamed in a defeated tone of voice. "I wanted to win! It should be me!" he completed his final words. "And this book isn't based around me at all!" And, after his final words, he got sucked into the manuscript, and it closed up and the wind died away.

Picking it up, I locked it, and the others ran up to me. Hannah had a grin on her face.

"That was fantastic, Hazel!" she beamed. "Doesn't that make you happy?"

"I wish it did..." I returned in a dull voice that I always carry. "But like I said, I can't smile anymore."

She sighed. "I still wish you can…" she hoped.

"Hey, I might do it someday… it's just…" I sighed. "...that I can't anymore."

There was an awkward pause until Stine spoke up. "Well, time for a celebration. Who likes apple pie? Lorraine baked it and brought to my house a few days ago," he told us.

"Great idea, Stine," Zach agreed as Hannah and Champ nodded their heads. He turned to me, smiling. "Do you like pie?" he asked.

It took me a second to answer. "...yeah, I do."

"Great, now let's get home." Stine took the manuscript out of my hand and started walking.

Champ sighed. "More walking… but at least we can have some pie," he said, looking at the bright side.

While the others walked, I caught up with them, wondering when I'll smile. Sighing, I told myself that'll do it someday and it'll take time.

But that's the only problem... People like me will have the same feeling...

Forever.

Over at Stine's house, while everybody enjoyed Lorraine's pie which is pretty good in my honest opinion, I couldn't help but to… think about the past...even after I told Hannah. She said it'll help make me feel better, except it didn't. In fact, I'm not really hungry at all, either.

"I'm…" I got up from the table, letting my fingers go through my hair. "I'm going to sit in the living room before I go," I told them, leaving my uneaten pie all by itself.

"Is something wrong…?" Stine asked just as I was about to step out of the dining room.

I looked away from the others. "...Nothing's wrong… I just want to have some alone time. For myself," I replied.

"Hazel...are you crying…?" Hannah questioned me.

"No, I'm not!" I snapped at her, my moods quickly switching around, the moisture still in my eyes as I gave her an angry look before going my back to my depressed mood. I saw the shock look on her face after I did that.

However, the wetness in my eyes didn't fade away as the water works went down my face, and instead of going into the living room to let my emotions out, I fled out of the dining room and out the back door, leaving the others sit there with stunned looks on their faces.

Stine

Me and the kids were left in shock after Hazel snapped at us, mainly at my daughter. So I turned to the others. "I wonder why she always feels like that," I said, setting my fork down on my empty plate.

"I know why," my daughter spoke up softly. "It's because she had a rough childhood when she was five," she explained. "You see… when I found her… she told me about the past when she was really little. Her real parents died in a car crash and she ended living with her god parents. She told me at first that she was excited to meet them, but instead of treating her nicely, they give bruises, mainly her god father. She even said that her god brother who is older than her will tell lies to them. Especially this guy name Jeff who's her god father who to me does more of the beatings then her god mother, Kelly. Travis is her god brother and he sounds like a really bad person. I thought having her talk about it will make her feel better..." She sighed, pushing her plate in front of her. She then looked up at me. "I even offer if she can live with since she's tired of living on her own ever since she found that abandoned house when she was five right after she quit school, so I wanted to ask you before I forget, so...can she stay with us, dad?" she asked me.

I thought about if for a while. "Sure, she can stay with us as long as she can. Besides, I do see her as my own daughter." I then smiled. "I can enroll her in school-"

"Oh no. No, no, no." Hannah shook her head real fast. "She requested that she won't go to school, fearing that she'll run into her old classmates. Dad, please don't make her go to school. Just buy her a laptop so she can go on school online," she begged in a pleading tone of voice.

"Hannah..." I began to give her the look, but she kept on insisting. "Alright fine, I won't make her go to school and have her do it online. I'll just have to ask my boss if it is okay for her to do that. Plus, I believe she needs help, too. You know. On why she's showing those these symptoms." I got up from the table, having my fingers go through my hair. "I think she may have a mood disorder or something..." I thought out loud.

"I've been thinking that it could be depression or bipolar," Hannah brought up. "Or it could be both," she added, thinking about it.

"Maybe," I agreed with her. "You three stay here and I'll deal with her," I told them, stepping out of the dining room to the kitchen to the back door. I slowly opened it to see Hazel screaming at the top of her lungs, kicking the fence. "I better stop her before she wakes up the whole neighborhood."

Stepping out the door, I made my way carefully towards Hazel as she continued her raging fit, not wanting to startle her just in case she lunges at me, which she won't.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke. "Hazel..."

"What?" she asked angrily before she realized it was me. "Oh...I'm so sorry," she apologized, regaining herself once her angry expression was wiped off her face. "I didn't know it was you…" she said, suddenly feeling down as if she felt bad for shouting at me. "Really. I am," she continued to apologize. "I just..." She sat down on the grass, her hands covering her eyes. "I just don't know what's wrong with me," she completed in all honesty. "Hannah even told me that after I tell her about my past life...I'll feel better. But... I guess that didn't. Nothing makes me feel better, Stine... Nothing does." The water works started up again and she blinked very fast to keep them in, only to fail miserably.

I sat down next to her, wrapping my arms around her. She automatically flinched, not liking this at all. I know she told me she hates being touched, and now I know why after Hannah explained to me what her god family did to her, but she needs to start getting used to it again. Not only that she doesn't want anyone else to touch her, I bet she never touched other people, either. I even bet she never been hugged her whole entire life, if I'm guessing right.

While I kept my arms around her, she was trying not show the anxiety that began to build up on her as she began trembling that I had to let go right away before she starts having a panic attack.

She still kept her eyes on the ground, not daring to look at me. "Let me see your pulse," I requested.

"No..." Hazel mumbled. "Because you hugged me even though I told you before that I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED!" she screamed on top of her lungs, facing towards me with angry tears in her eyes. "Thanks a lot," she thanked, trying not to be too sarcastic. "I'm really glad that you did that to me."

"Let me see your pulse, Hazel," I repeated gently. She didn't move and kept blazing her eyes at me. Then with a defeated sigh, she awkwardly gave me her wrist. Again, she flinched when I took her wrist, checking her pulse.

"Your heart rate...it's really high," I spoke slowly.

"Gee, I didn't know that," she responded, giving me an attitude, this time sounding very sarcastic towards me. "Like I said, I don't like being touched," she reminded me.

"And it seems like you don't touch others, either," I added.

"Mm hm," she merely answered in return.

"And Hannah did told me why you feel that you are feeling...now," I kept talking, and I bet she was listening, because she was nodding her head. "She even asked me if she can stay with us, and so I said that you can..." She looked at me with a surprised look. "But," I continued, "you have to do school online. Every morning on from Monday to Friday. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I want to take you somewhere to get help on why you have having these mood swings."

"Sure... but I do have a lot of stuff like my clothes and books, your books, at my place," Hazel told me. "And yeah... I do need help. Lots of it, to be exact," she remarked, referring her condition that she has.

"Wanna go back inside...?" I asked, standing back up.

It took her a moment to answer. "...sure." Getting off the ground, she walked inside the house with me.

Hazel

During the rest of the night, after Zach and Champ said goodbye and left, Stine showed me one of the guest rooms, which is right next to Hannah's. Stine said we can go get my stuff next week or tomorrow since I'm going to get help.

However, I wasn't sure help will actually...well...help me. Like I keep mentioning, nothing makes me feel better. And what Stine did to me wasn't great at all. I never liked being touched, and he's right about me not touching others. I know he thought that one hug will help me get used to physical contact, but... I sighed, turning over to my other side as I stared out the window, the moonlight hitting the floor.

"Maybe things will get better," I talked to myself, watching the stars blink and twinkle after the clouds went away. "But..." Another sigh slipped out of my lips, pulling the covers closer to the side of my face. "...what if nothing gets better in my life?" I questioned, thinking about it. "What if having help for the condition that I have never works...?" I began to doubt on it. Except... I do need it. Very badly.

With a tear that slipped out my eye, I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come.