Chapter 20: Wicked!!!
Okay. So Mom's in deep trouble. She's being…used by that evil creature! I can't let that happen. Fabulous, Fiona; you're going to stop this thing all by yourself. Didn't you see how she turned her friend into dust? Well, I have to do something!
I hate losing arguments with myself. Oh well, forget that. Let's see, we need to get out of this room. What do I have to work with? I have the brawn, that's Clu. I have the brains, that's Jack. I have the bimbo, that's Annie. Is Annie even awake yet?
I turned to see if Jack had woken Annie. They sat on the floor, Jack apologizing profusely and Annie holding her hand over her cherry-red cheek. They were once again arguing. Man, the sexual tension was so thick between them; you could have carved up a slice of tension pie. That would be really nasty…tension pie…with essence of Annie…ICK. I decided to shut down this train of thought in favor of something more productive, like figuring out how to get us out of this room. If I were an evil bitchy woman hell-bent on the destruction of something…where would I keep the key to unlock the door?
"Um…Fi?"
I turned. Clu stood there, looking confused as always.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Are we ever going to get out of here?" he asked, his lower lip jutting forward.
Damn his irresistibility.
"Of course we are," I said softly.
"Uh, guys? I hate to break up this moment of tenderness, but we kind of need to get out of here."
"Thanks, Jack, you're such a master of the obvious."
"Well, if you weren't making lovey-dovey eyes at Clu, you'd think of something!"
"Why do I have to think of something?"
"Because you're the one who believes in all this paranormal junk!! One would think you'd at least know how to get us out of here!"
"So I'm just supposed to waltz over to the door and mumble some sort of spell and it'll work?"
"Or you could try kicking it."
"Jack, I'm barely 5'1'', what makes you think I could open the door?"
"Fine. Clu, you're tall, open the door."
"Sure, dude."
Clu walked up the stone steps and stared at the door. With a furious scream, he hurled himself against the door, resulting in a loud clunk, a still-closed door, and an injured Clu.
"Ah, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!!" he cried, falling to the floor, clutching his shoulder.
"Clu!!" I cried, running over to him.
At the same time Annie squealed, "Ooooh, shiny!!"
She raced over and threw herself onto the floor, grabbing something.
"What is it, Annie?" asked Jack gently, walking over to her and attempting to pry whatever Annie was clutching out of her hands.
Smiling, Annie handed him the object.
"Well, I'll be damned…"
Jack held up the bright, shiny, metallic key.
"Clu, buddy, you injured genius," he said, "I could kiss you!"
"Please don't…" groaned Clu, still in pain, "I'd have to kill you."
"Not with that shoulder still wrecked, you can't!" I said cheerfully.
"What?" I asked, looking at the shocked faces around me.
I saw Jack shake his head slightly, and then he raced up the stairs.
"Come on, baby, open, open, open…" chanted Jack as he slid the key into the lock.
With a tiny click, the door smoothly swung open.
"Come on," I said, grabbing Clu's hand, "Let's get out of here."
We exited the room as Jack sighed, raced down the stairs, grabbed Annie's wrist, and dragged her up the stairs through the door.
"Where are we going, Jack?" she giggled.
"Um…um…"
"We're going to the stage, Annie," I cut in, "So that you can perform."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes large, "Wicked!!"
"Isn't it?" I laughed weakly, "Now come on, we're wasting precious time."
And we ran up the sloping path into the hut and out into the warm sunshine.
Okay. So Mom's in deep trouble. She's being…used by that evil creature! I can't let that happen. Fabulous, Fiona; you're going to stop this thing all by yourself. Didn't you see how she turned her friend into dust? Well, I have to do something!
I hate losing arguments with myself. Oh well, forget that. Let's see, we need to get out of this room. What do I have to work with? I have the brawn, that's Clu. I have the brains, that's Jack. I have the bimbo, that's Annie. Is Annie even awake yet?
I turned to see if Jack had woken Annie. They sat on the floor, Jack apologizing profusely and Annie holding her hand over her cherry-red cheek. They were once again arguing. Man, the sexual tension was so thick between them; you could have carved up a slice of tension pie. That would be really nasty…tension pie…with essence of Annie…ICK. I decided to shut down this train of thought in favor of something more productive, like figuring out how to get us out of this room. If I were an evil bitchy woman hell-bent on the destruction of something…where would I keep the key to unlock the door?
"Um…Fi?"
I turned. Clu stood there, looking confused as always.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Are we ever going to get out of here?" he asked, his lower lip jutting forward.
Damn his irresistibility.
"Of course we are," I said softly.
"Uh, guys? I hate to break up this moment of tenderness, but we kind of need to get out of here."
"Thanks, Jack, you're such a master of the obvious."
"Well, if you weren't making lovey-dovey eyes at Clu, you'd think of something!"
"Why do I have to think of something?"
"Because you're the one who believes in all this paranormal junk!! One would think you'd at least know how to get us out of here!"
"So I'm just supposed to waltz over to the door and mumble some sort of spell and it'll work?"
"Or you could try kicking it."
"Jack, I'm barely 5'1'', what makes you think I could open the door?"
"Fine. Clu, you're tall, open the door."
"Sure, dude."
Clu walked up the stone steps and stared at the door. With a furious scream, he hurled himself against the door, resulting in a loud clunk, a still-closed door, and an injured Clu.
"Ah, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!!" he cried, falling to the floor, clutching his shoulder.
"Clu!!" I cried, running over to him.
At the same time Annie squealed, "Ooooh, shiny!!"
She raced over and threw herself onto the floor, grabbing something.
"What is it, Annie?" asked Jack gently, walking over to her and attempting to pry whatever Annie was clutching out of her hands.
Smiling, Annie handed him the object.
"Well, I'll be damned…"
Jack held up the bright, shiny, metallic key.
"Clu, buddy, you injured genius," he said, "I could kiss you!"
"Please don't…" groaned Clu, still in pain, "I'd have to kill you."
"Not with that shoulder still wrecked, you can't!" I said cheerfully.
"What?" I asked, looking at the shocked faces around me.
I saw Jack shake his head slightly, and then he raced up the stairs.
"Come on, baby, open, open, open…" chanted Jack as he slid the key into the lock.
With a tiny click, the door smoothly swung open.
"Come on," I said, grabbing Clu's hand, "Let's get out of here."
We exited the room as Jack sighed, raced down the stairs, grabbed Annie's wrist, and dragged her up the stairs through the door.
"Where are we going, Jack?" she giggled.
"Um…um…"
"We're going to the stage, Annie," I cut in, "So that you can perform."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes large, "Wicked!!"
"Isn't it?" I laughed weakly, "Now come on, we're wasting precious time."
And we ran up the sloping path into the hut and out into the warm sunshine.
