[A/N]
Spot: I suppose I should just go to sleep. It's not like I play a part in this story.
Phoenix: Well that's just mean.
Dutchy: You cut us real deep Spot. You cut us all real deep just then.
Phoenix: Are you quoting Shrek?
(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Haven't you checked that one already?" Jack chided, as Race scaled a mirror for the fourth time.
"Yeah, but it feels funky," Race said, not looking up from his project,"
"There's a much easier way to do this," Charlie said looking up.
"Are you up to it?" Dutchy looked at her and she nodded wordlessly.
"everyone, go to the door way," Blink pointed to the small area that wasn't covered with glass. Everyone filed in and looked away. Charlie strode to the center of the room and looked up at Jack, smiling like a child
"Wanna see what I can do?" he nodded hesitantly and she closed her eyes. Her eyes snapped open and there was a loud crash. Every mirror shattered and fell to the floor. Showering her and the divine being with shards; some as big as ones head, others the width of ones smallest fingernail. As the last shard fell, Charlie peered around the large area and noticed a faint glow in the sudden darkness. she strode over to it and picked up a shard that was perfectly circular.
"Got it," She walked back to the center and grabbed Jacks arm before leading him and the rest of her party out of the tunnel. She handed the amulet to Race, who ran his fingers over the piece and could feel a slight humming in it.
"Jack? Are you still back there?" Specs questioned, making sure he hadn't gone off on another route.
"Yep, just enjoying the view," Charlie kicked him, and he swore. We met the light of the main chamber and Charlie smiled for what might have been the first time.
"Ah, they're still here," she said, going over to the gear we had lowered down and picking through it.
"You thought it was going to leave?" I questioned, looking at her with a quirked brow.
"Well, if there's an oracle in here, lord knows what's in the rest of these chambers and hallways," she said grabbing a rope attached to a grappling hook. She tossed the bundle to Blink and told everyone to get out of the way. The hook fell short, and began its decent. We began groaning and Charlie shook her head.
"Stop," I got the feeling she was talking more to us than she was the hook. But both stopped. The hook rose until it was clear out of the hole, and it landed in soft soil. Charlie told us so.
I'll steady the rope," she said, "And you guys climb," Jack stepped forward and reached for the rope to go first. But then Charlie grabbed his shirt, sending him a glare.
"Hold it blondie," She murmured, watching as, against my better judgment, began to climb.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Nice butt, ya bum! Ya wanna climb a little faster? Eh?" listening to Race's comment, I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy before realizing that was his brother.
"Blink, you get to go next," Charlie sending me her attempt at a warm smile.
"Yay," I muttered, walking to the rope and hoping that all my affairs were in order if I accidentally killed myself. I gripped the rope and memories from gym class and our teacher who had to've been a woman at one time or another. As I reached the top, I had a startling urge to ring a bell. I pulled myself into the sunlight with the help of Pie Eater. He really has got some nice arms. We began steadying the rope as Race poked his head through.
"Aloha gents," He said smiling at the two of us. I was a new side of Racetrack. I saw happy Racetrack. Which made me hope, for Pie's Sake, that Dutchy is right. Speaking of, he was next out of the hole. It was an off silence between the four of us. There was something about having completed this together that brought us a little closer.
"A lot closer in your case," I heard Charlie whisper into my brain. Specs climbed up and needed a little help shimmying out of the crevice. Next was Jack, which made me a bit nervous. Shouldn't Charlotte have gone first?
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Charlie should have gone first.
I reached my hand in. I wanted to be the first one to touch her when she got out. She gave a sound of surprise and I noticed that the light had disappeared. The cave was now as dark and cold as it had been before we got here.
But soon, Charlie's arm warmer clad hand closed onto mine and I stood, pulling her to safety. She turned and sent a smile around the circle. Pie Eater and Blink got extra big grins, and I don't know what that's about. But I don't think I really have to worry.
I don't suppose I'll tell you about the extra odd looks and the other "Adam's family" remarks we received walking with our seventh. We boarded the plain and Charlie snuggled up, falling asleep against my shoulder. I would feel so horrible for her if I didn't know she was happy. And she is happy, when Spot isn't involved. Which is rare.
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Where are they?
That's what I wanna know. Where the hell are they? I send a signal out to Charlie but she'd probably freak out and blow something up. I could sense the lot of them, but they seemed to be carrying something extra. It must have been the amulet that I was feeling.
I was pacing around in the library, the blue room, the watching room, staircase hall, and every other room in the manor. Well, minus the blood room. I never go into the blood room. It used to serve as an infirmary (Which we moved to another room) and is where the tests were done on him and many others.
They tell you Everett was crazy, but you don't understand. He was nuts with a capital N.
He didn't just want to be the patient, he wanted to be the doctor. The blood room is where he reportedly performed 33 autopsies on people he had had murdered. There is a blood stain in the center of the floor from all the corpses he ripped up. I shiver to think about it. That room is locked because it's a proven fact that if you go in there, you die. We went through seven appraisers before we figured that one out. We aren't really sure how they die. Six out of seven we found in the middle of the bloodstain. The seventh is probably more gore than you want me to get into at the moment.
I placed my hand against the door, and as always, I heard the screams. I, like Charlie, can pick up on past energies and trapped souls. Drawing my hand back and placing it into my pocket, I headed back into staircase hall and sat on the bottom step of Charlie's staircase. It was white and marble. It was also next to mine. I ran my fingers along the intricate carvings that some poor soul had spent hours on. They really were beautiful.
All of a sudden, I heard the plane touch down. Charlotte was home.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I could feel him waiting for me.
Has he got nothing better to do?
I'm still mad at him.
We walked through the airport once again, and there were the rude comments odd looks etc. Dutchy had to restrain me from breaking one girls nose though I could hear him thinking she richly deserved it. We got to the parking garage and piled into the van. Dutchy was driving. This would be an experience.
"So, who's this Colby guy," Jack said, munching on some honey-roasted peanuts he'd apparently stolen from a little girl on the plane.
"It's his castle," Race said smirking. This got a laugh from most of us.
Spot: I suppose I should just go to sleep. It's not like I play a part in this story.
Phoenix: Well that's just mean.
Dutchy: You cut us real deep Spot. You cut us all real deep just then.
Phoenix: Are you quoting Shrek?
(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Haven't you checked that one already?" Jack chided, as Race scaled a mirror for the fourth time.
"Yeah, but it feels funky," Race said, not looking up from his project,"
"There's a much easier way to do this," Charlie said looking up.
"Are you up to it?" Dutchy looked at her and she nodded wordlessly.
"everyone, go to the door way," Blink pointed to the small area that wasn't covered with glass. Everyone filed in and looked away. Charlie strode to the center of the room and looked up at Jack, smiling like a child
"Wanna see what I can do?" he nodded hesitantly and she closed her eyes. Her eyes snapped open and there was a loud crash. Every mirror shattered and fell to the floor. Showering her and the divine being with shards; some as big as ones head, others the width of ones smallest fingernail. As the last shard fell, Charlie peered around the large area and noticed a faint glow in the sudden darkness. she strode over to it and picked up a shard that was perfectly circular.
"Got it," She walked back to the center and grabbed Jacks arm before leading him and the rest of her party out of the tunnel. She handed the amulet to Race, who ran his fingers over the piece and could feel a slight humming in it.
"Jack? Are you still back there?" Specs questioned, making sure he hadn't gone off on another route.
"Yep, just enjoying the view," Charlie kicked him, and he swore. We met the light of the main chamber and Charlie smiled for what might have been the first time.
"Ah, they're still here," she said, going over to the gear we had lowered down and picking through it.
"You thought it was going to leave?" I questioned, looking at her with a quirked brow.
"Well, if there's an oracle in here, lord knows what's in the rest of these chambers and hallways," she said grabbing a rope attached to a grappling hook. She tossed the bundle to Blink and told everyone to get out of the way. The hook fell short, and began its decent. We began groaning and Charlie shook her head.
"Stop," I got the feeling she was talking more to us than she was the hook. But both stopped. The hook rose until it was clear out of the hole, and it landed in soft soil. Charlie told us so.
I'll steady the rope," she said, "And you guys climb," Jack stepped forward and reached for the rope to go first. But then Charlie grabbed his shirt, sending him a glare.
"Hold it blondie," She murmured, watching as, against my better judgment, began to climb.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Nice butt, ya bum! Ya wanna climb a little faster? Eh?" listening to Race's comment, I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy before realizing that was his brother.
"Blink, you get to go next," Charlie sending me her attempt at a warm smile.
"Yay," I muttered, walking to the rope and hoping that all my affairs were in order if I accidentally killed myself. I gripped the rope and memories from gym class and our teacher who had to've been a woman at one time or another. As I reached the top, I had a startling urge to ring a bell. I pulled myself into the sunlight with the help of Pie Eater. He really has got some nice arms. We began steadying the rope as Race poked his head through.
"Aloha gents," He said smiling at the two of us. I was a new side of Racetrack. I saw happy Racetrack. Which made me hope, for Pie's Sake, that Dutchy is right. Speaking of, he was next out of the hole. It was an off silence between the four of us. There was something about having completed this together that brought us a little closer.
"A lot closer in your case," I heard Charlie whisper into my brain. Specs climbed up and needed a little help shimmying out of the crevice. Next was Jack, which made me a bit nervous. Shouldn't Charlotte have gone first?
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Charlie should have gone first.
I reached my hand in. I wanted to be the first one to touch her when she got out. She gave a sound of surprise and I noticed that the light had disappeared. The cave was now as dark and cold as it had been before we got here.
But soon, Charlie's arm warmer clad hand closed onto mine and I stood, pulling her to safety. She turned and sent a smile around the circle. Pie Eater and Blink got extra big grins, and I don't know what that's about. But I don't think I really have to worry.
I don't suppose I'll tell you about the extra odd looks and the other "Adam's family" remarks we received walking with our seventh. We boarded the plain and Charlie snuggled up, falling asleep against my shoulder. I would feel so horrible for her if I didn't know she was happy. And she is happy, when Spot isn't involved. Which is rare.
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Where are they?
That's what I wanna know. Where the hell are they? I send a signal out to Charlie but she'd probably freak out and blow something up. I could sense the lot of them, but they seemed to be carrying something extra. It must have been the amulet that I was feeling.
I was pacing around in the library, the blue room, the watching room, staircase hall, and every other room in the manor. Well, minus the blood room. I never go into the blood room. It used to serve as an infirmary (Which we moved to another room) and is where the tests were done on him and many others.
They tell you Everett was crazy, but you don't understand. He was nuts with a capital N.
He didn't just want to be the patient, he wanted to be the doctor. The blood room is where he reportedly performed 33 autopsies on people he had had murdered. There is a blood stain in the center of the floor from all the corpses he ripped up. I shiver to think about it. That room is locked because it's a proven fact that if you go in there, you die. We went through seven appraisers before we figured that one out. We aren't really sure how they die. Six out of seven we found in the middle of the bloodstain. The seventh is probably more gore than you want me to get into at the moment.
I placed my hand against the door, and as always, I heard the screams. I, like Charlie, can pick up on past energies and trapped souls. Drawing my hand back and placing it into my pocket, I headed back into staircase hall and sat on the bottom step of Charlie's staircase. It was white and marble. It was also next to mine. I ran my fingers along the intricate carvings that some poor soul had spent hours on. They really were beautiful.
All of a sudden, I heard the plane touch down. Charlotte was home.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I could feel him waiting for me.
Has he got nothing better to do?
I'm still mad at him.
We walked through the airport once again, and there were the rude comments odd looks etc. Dutchy had to restrain me from breaking one girls nose though I could hear him thinking she richly deserved it. We got to the parking garage and piled into the van. Dutchy was driving. This would be an experience.
"So, who's this Colby guy," Jack said, munching on some honey-roasted peanuts he'd apparently stolen from a little girl on the plane.
"It's his castle," Race said smirking. This got a laugh from most of us.