The Thirteenth Floor: Chapter Three
By: Kyra Dilston
Disclaimer: Disney owns So Weird and all it's characters. I'm only borrowing them for a little while. =)
Authors Note: Okay, I think this may be a new record for me.. cranking out an entire chapter in less than three hours. I'm usually pretty critical of my writing so I spend forever editing. Guess I was inspired enough to write it decently the first time! I've set this one as PG for mild (well, mild in my opinion) cursing.. Nothing horrible though.. Thanks to everyone who has been giving me feedback on this.. it really is what keeps me writing! Thanks again!
CHAPTER THREE
/CARREEYYY!!!!!/
"Ahh!" Carey bolted upright in his bed putting his hands to his ears instinctively. The mental scream which just pierced through his dream was almost deafening. He looked to his right, half expecting to see Fi still sleeping quietly, but wasn't all that surprised to find her missing.
"Carey?" Clu muttered from the other side of the room, lifting his head from the pillow and looking around. "What's going on?"
/CAREY! I hope you can hear me... I need your help!/
Still only half awake, Carey wondered if Fi's voice was coming from somewhere else in the room.
"You okay, bro?" Clu raised a tired eyebrow at him.
"Fi?" he asked aloud.
/God dammit, Carey! WAKE UP!/
Woah, Carey noted, she sound's pissed. Well, obviously she can't hear him talking so maybe if he just tried to *think* it really loudly...
/Fi?/ he thought back, feeling a bit foolish.
/Finally! You have to come help me.../
Carey got out of bed and changed quickly, grabbing various items and ran from the room, either not hearing, or ignoring his brothers questions as to what he was doing.
TEN MINUTES EARLIER...
"Where are we going Logan?"
They had gotten in the elevator and were going down. Logan reached out and hit the emergency stop button, stopping them between floors twelve and fourteen.
"What are you doing? Why'd you stop the elevator?" she gave him a confused glare. First he wakes her up at two a.m., interrupting a particularly decent dream involving Carey, then he gets them stuck in an elevator. Perfect.
"We're not stuck," Logan mumbled.
Almost forgot, Fi mused, he can read minds. She'd have to be a little more careful with her thoughts.
She watched quietly as he reached out and turned the button for floor twelve. The doors slid open, revealing a floor of the hotel covered and dust and apparently unused. The furnishings were from the mid-twenties or so, a gas lamp hung on one wall glowing dimly and providing the hallway with a low light compensated partly by a few scattered candles.
The elevator had been stopped a little below the floor so she stepped up and out into the hall, followed closely by Logan.
Where was this place?
"This place," he said annoyed "is floor thirteen. The place my sister and I call home."
Ever thought of calling housekeeping? she thought sarcastically, knowing full well that he could hear her.
"Very funny, girl," he remarked then started walking down the hall.
Fiona walked after him, wondering what had caused the sudden change in his attitude. He seemed so nice earlier when she first met him. Frightened at the thought of being trapped on an unused floor with him and nobody knowing she was there, she stopped walking. She glanced back at the elevator, then ahead of her at Logan.
He hadn't done anything which hinted he wanted to *hurt* her yet.. maybe she could trust him.
"Are you coming?" he stopped, but didn't turn to address her.
She started walking again, hoping he hadn't noticed her apprehension.
"Well, brother, I see you've brought the girl," Kylie stood in the doorway ahead of them, a ceremonial knife in her hand.
Uh-oh. Time to panic, Fi decided.
"Don't worry," Logan smiled evilly. "The knife's not for you. Wouldn't want to harm the pretty little physique of yours."
Fi swallowed hard as Kylie stepped aside and Logan pushed her into the room, grabbing her arm roughly and leading her towards a pair of shackles which hung from the far wall.
/CARREEYYY!!!!!/ Fi shouted as loud as she could. Maybe one of her gifts was telepathy... The tingle she felt in the back of her neck confirmed her suspicions.
/CAREY! I hope you can hear me... I need your help!/ she winced as Logan snapped the shackles around her wrists and used the key to lock it tight, then moved to do the same with her ankles.
/God dammit, Carey! WAKE UP!/ Fiona didn't mean to curse, but the situation certainly warranted it.
/Fi?/ Carey's voice echoed softly in her mind.
/Finally! You have to come help me.../ Fi started. /Logan's got me shackled to the wall.. I'm on floor thirteen. He and Kylie are planning something./
/Floor thirteen? I didn't think there was one../
Fi explained how to get there and told him to hurry.
Logan let out a laugh. "Dear Fiona, your little Romeo can't help you now.. Didn't you realize that we need the both of you? You just led him into our trap."
Fi's eyes widened and her jaw went slack. "No..."
Kylie smirked. "Yes."
/Carey?! CAREY!/ Fiona fought back the hot tears which were filling her eyes. There was no answer. How could she have been so stupid?
"No use trying to call him now. He can't hear you," Logan chuckled to himself as he and Kylie walked towards an alter in the middle of the room. He reached over and opened an old leather bound book, flipping to a certain page. "Cheer up, doll-face! You're going to serve a very important purpose! We can't very well take control of the earthly realm without our own bodies."
"Bodies?" she choked out.
"But of course! The spell that has given us the bodies you see now is only temporary. You two'll be our permanent mode of transportation," he cast her a glance over his shoulder. "Our avatars, if you will."
"Why us?" Fi managed, her voice was low and strained.
"Well, after our rather, *unexpected* deaths 76 years ago, we stayed here in this hotel waiting for the right two people to show up. With your gifts and Carey's ability to communicate with you telepathically, combined with our own powers we will be unstoppable!" Kylie explained, the evil glint in her eye sent shivers down Fiona's spine.
"So you're going to kill us?"
"Basically, yes.. the spell causes our souls to switch places. Once it is complete you and Carey will be trapped in the spirit world and we will have taken control of your bodies."
Fiona struggled against the shackles, wincing as they cut at her skin. She had to find a way to warn Carey...