Title: House on Haunted Hill
"I haven't seen them for a while now, you don't think they would be stupid enough to go down deeper into the basement do you?" Lita's eyes widened with fear at that thought.
Matt shook his head, "I hope not, but we should go down there to find them."
The chandelier lights above them began to shift slightly, the small lights moving dangerously. The small bulbs began to flash, the hall dimming.
Lance looked up, wondering why the lights were suddenly darkening. When he saw the hook that kept the chandelier where it was begin to tear apart, he grazed his eyes quickly over at the others, noticing that they weren't aware of what was happening at all.
As the chandelier began to riskily near the ground, Lance pushed Matt and Lita, who were right under the lights, not being able to save himself before the chandelier came crashing down to the floor.
Matt covered Lita as they fell to the ground, the shards of the lights falling at their feet.
"My ankle…my ankle…" Lance moaned, clutching his leg close to his body.
"Lance are you okay?" Lita inched over to where Lance lay, the chandelier had trapped Lance's leg underneath its weight.
"Do I look like I'm okay to you?" Lance's voice wavered.
His leg lay beneath the mountain of bright lights which had gone off, from the ceiling, the cord still hung in the air. The blood dripped down from his leg, forming blood all around him. The chandelier had caused the wires throughout the whole building to snap, sending them into darkness.
"Let's get you out first before we do anymore talking." Matt gripped a hold of the chandelier, lifting it enough to let Lance's leg free.
Lita and him hooked their arms under Lance's shoulder, lifting him over to the couch.
"Mrs. Regal, Mr. Regal, we need your help." Lita called out, though when no one answered, she found that they had disappeared. She shook her head, focusing back on the accident.
Matt grabbed a kitchen cloth off of the table, applying pressure to the leg.
"There's no way you'll be able to walk much, you'll have to stay here while we try to get the lights back on." Matt said point blank.
Lance grabbed Matt's collar begging, "Don't leave me alone here, I don't want to die alone.."
Matt shook Lance off saying, "Nothing's going to happen to you, we'll be back in less than 20 minutes. Come on Lita."
"Matt! Lita! Come back!" Lance exclaimed, but only their disappearing figures down the stairs could be seen from his line of vision.
Lance sighed, picking up a half empty champagne bottle.
"Might as well get drunk and be killed, than be sober and be killed." He emptied the contents of the champagne bottle into his mouth.
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Matt and Lita walked back again through the familiar hallways.
"I think this is it," Lita shone the light from a flashlight that she had found at a small metallic box shaped vacant space.
"Here let me try." Matt took one step towards the small space on the ceiling when Lita touched him on the shoulder to stop him.
"Let me give it a shot, if I can't do this, then you can." Matt helped Lita climb onto the small table they dragged to the wall so she could reach the space near the top of the side wall.
Lita stuck her hand beneath the electrical wires.
"Be careful," Matt told her, knowing if she made one wrong move, she would be dead before she hit the ground.
"Trust me on this." Lita dug her hand in deeper, feeling her way through the many wires connected together. She found the two wires she was looking for, quickly connected them together. She jumped off the table to the ground.
"How'd you do that?" Matt was relieved that she had figured how to hook the wires together.
The lights had come back on, showering them with light. Lita dropped the flashlight on to the ground, dusting herself off.
A light had touched her back, sending shivers down her spine. Lita shrieked, only stopping when a hand covered her mouth.
"Be quiet, it's only me. No need to cry bloody murder." Trish let go of Lita after Lita had calmed.
Lita whirled around, glaring at Trish. "Don't do that, in this hell hole how am I supposed to tell the difference?"
"Trish, good thing we found you, that's one less person to find. Where was the other person you were with before you disappeared?" Matt asked.
"Oh you mean Raven?" Trish's features distorted as she thought of Raven. "He can just go dig a grave for himself for all I care." Trish brightened at an idea that came to mind. She leaned in towards Matt, her hand grazed his chest. "Matt, that is your name isn't it? Why don't we just forget about him and that little twirp Lita, have some fun of our own."
Matt blushed a crimson red. He grabbed a hold of Trish's hand, gently placing it back to her side. "Lita isn't a twirp, we should go look for the others."
Matt clutched Lita's hand, dragging her along.
Trish, at first had a look of pure fury on her face, but her smile returned when she realized, a little competition never hurt anyone.
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Raven walked deeper into the darkly lit hallways, the halls seemed to get only darker as he ventured along. He kicked a can that lay on the ground, the sound of the can echoing throughout the hallways. He didn't know where he was going, and he simply didn't care.
He kicked the can farther away, but looked up in surprise as the can came back to him.
The person from the shadows stepped into the light.
"Mrs. Regal?"
Molly nodded, smiling. "Call me Molly, that name makes me sound so old."
"Okay…Molly."
"You're probably wondering why I'm here."
Raven raised an eyebrow, "Well the explanation would help."
"I'm willing to make a preposition to you."
"And what would I get out of this?" He had always been taught to be wary, his senses overtaking his mind.
"Of course, how silly of me, you will be rewarded much more money than the others."
"Money doesn't mean anything to me, I'll agree to what you want me to do, as long as you agree to do what I ask."
"Certainly."
Raven surprised himself and Molly as he shook her hand to seal the pact.
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