Well I got a few reviews, good enough to keep me going! Thanks Oltri, you sounded like you really meant that you loved the fic.:P The story starts to actually take shape in the chapter, woohoo! Read on! * cracks whip, whip cuts lip* O.O @#@$#$#*@%(@%*)!!!! * runs off*
Disclaimer: I, my dog, my pen, or anything else that belongs to me does not own Zelda. And after countless failed attempts to take over the company, I have finally realized… *sniff * … that *sniff *… I am not destined to be the owner!! *breaks down crying * ;.; j/k. Those other characters that are not creations of Nintendo are mine though, no stealing…or I will hurt you ^.^
Chapter 2~
Section D was located on the exact opposite side of the building that the lobby was. Cutting right into the forest itself, anyone who stays in Section D and E will get a bird's eye view of the life within it. At any other moment Lyndsey would be in heaven! But there was only one soul reason why this was a decent sulking moment.
The constant click of high heels echoed across the parking lot pavement. The two roommates were just rounding section C, after that the pavement would stop abruptly. Just freshly mowed grass was what you crossed then.
Shawna cringed once stepping into the grass, finally realizing that it only stopped raining two or so hours ago. The wet grass and muddy ground oozed and squished around her feet and shoes. She said with disgust to Lyndsey, who continued on her way without looking back, "I can't believe how you could be so lucky!"
"Wear actual shoes next time." Lyndsey replied still not looking back or stopping. Right about now she was glad she wore black boots.
"No!" Shawna snapped, "I mean about Kyle." Finally, using a brain cell she slipped off her shoes and trudged through the mud with bare feet.
"What do you mean?" Lyndsey questioned suspiciously, turning her head to be face-to-face with Shawna.
"Oh please! Perfect guy like that, no wonder you have kept him all to yourself!" She accused.
"You're just jealous cause he's not easy, like you!" Lyndsey snapped. What always made her blood pressure soar was the fact that people always thought her and Kyle as a couple, which they weren't! Even Kyle became sick of being accused like that.
Shawna snorted, growing quiet. She never bothered to try to think of how to argue back. Instead she stormed ahead, ripping back the glass door with the letter "D" printed at eye level, and marched inside.
Lyndsey followed, only in a much calmer fashion. She sighed, growling along with it. This night was going to be a nightmare.
******
The hallways were of simple white walls and dark carpeting. A sign inside the door had various destinations printed in big bold letters. The pool and restaurant were down the hall in front of her; the rooms branched off to the left. Shawna was no where to be see, but wet footmarks clearly showed her direction. When Lyndsey turned she saw the first door on her left swung wide open. It must have been her room, who else would do such a thing? Slowly and cautiously Lyndsey stepped inside, wary of the fact that Shawna might just spring out and club her with a heeled shoe at any moment. The room shared the same maroon carpet as the halls. The walls were an imitation wood paneling. Inside a small pure white room revealed the bathroom and showers. A bright light shown out of the room and the sound of water made it seem like it was turned on full blast from a faucet.
Avoiding the bathroom for the moment Lydsey looked through the main part of the room. A petite table separated two beds. Placed on it were a lamp, phone, and a remote for the TV conveniently placed right across the room. The TV was placed on a chest of drawers, a large mirror hung behind it. The highlight of the room was two large patio doors, straight ahead from where Lyndsey stood.
She walked past the bathroom, noticing Shawna vigorously washing the mud off her shoes in the tub, not yet knowing she wasn't alone in the room. Dropping her bag on the bed nearest to the patio doors Lyndsey continued walking to the doors very slowly, as if caught in a trance. Outside large trunks of trees towered over everything, while beyond them a dark abyss awaited her. Lyndsey felt tempted to run out and find what was beyond that cloak. Her hand brushed to the handle on the door, as if to pull it aside, but finding it locked brought her mind out of the clouds. She looked at her watch and frowned. Leaving the door and her daydream she sifted through her duffel bag. Out popped a small purse, the one item she loathed. It always found some way or another to fall off her shoulder. So to be rid of the frustration for part of the trip she stuffed it in her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder Lyndsey first stopped to talk to her roommate. She stopped in the doorway while Shawna sat at the edge of the bathtub, dipping her feet into some shallow water.
"Busy?" Lyndsey questioned. Shawna's back was to her, and she jumped slightly.
Shawna turned to face her. She seemed almost serene and calm, but did not answer. Her hands were dripping wet, and the water inside the tub was discolored from dirt.
Lyndsey was shocked that no remark was fired back. What could possibly be in the water? She stammered at first, "Well umm… I'm going out for awhile, and I was going to ask you to leave the patio doors unlocked."
"Going for a certain romp in the woods with Kyle?" Shawna asked suspiciously, turning her back to Lyndsey once more.
Any good thoughts that Lyndsey had about Shawna were now thrown out the window. "Alright, ground rules:" She began, cold and firm. "No, absolutely no guys in this room when I'm back. I keep my bed by the patio, the patio doors are to be unlocked and I shall take a spare key."
Shawna turned, answering in a snooty tone, "Anything else?"
Lyndsey's eyes narrowed, but she didn't reply. I hope she finds a wart on her foot.. Spinning around and grabbing the key on a counter Lyndsey was off.
******
"You took your time. I thought you'd be out of there as fast as possible." Kyle commented, a self-satisfied look on his face.
Lyndsey opened her mouth, just about ready to say something, but closed it when nothing came. Then she bounced back with a subject change, "So who'd you get stuck with?"
"Your favorite person." He grumbled.
"HAH! Gary!?" This was the first thing Lyndsey heard all night that made her crack up laughing. "How is his cage going to fit in that room?"
Kyle grinned, "I'll just let him roam the halls inside his plastic ball."
Lyndsey smiled also. Fingering the strap of her purse she looked up at the fading twilight. Pink and orange still loomed in the west, but a dark blue veil reached farther every time she blinked. "Shouldn't we get going?" She asked, tilting her head.
Nodding Kyle started to cross the street. Shops and buildings were cramped together, side by side, only separating at intersections of the streets. Cars zipped by, their headlights with such a blinding glare that both Kyle and Lyndsey saw spots constantly. Lights inside the windows were dimmed and doors were locked, but the two were just window-shopping. Few people strayed the streets. Some were wanderers, just letting their feet lead them. Most were rushing through, trying to get home before total darkness came.
Kyle and Lyndsey walked down the main street, so not to end up lost in an unknown city at night. They were coming close to the end of the street, where lights were less and trees were much more. The paved street of the city would suddenly become a dirt path, and through the maze of trees taillights could be seen off in the distance.
Lyndsey's ears twitched every so often. They were long, slender, and came to a sharp point at the top. It was said in ancient lore that true Hylians had very sensitive hearing, able to hear many times greater than humans. The thought of that came into Lyndsey's mind, but she denied that fact right away. It's all just myths, bed time stories at best. But there was a few times when she would spin around, almost expecting someone to be there right behind her. About the third time she did so is when Kyle spoke up.
"Is something wrong?" He questioned, obviously concerned.
Lyndsey bit her bottom lip, thinking deeply before replying, "I dunno, I keep having a feeling- -"
"A feeling?" Kyle cut in, already confused.
Lyndsey sighed, looking behind her again. All that was to be seen was people moving back and forth along the sidewalk, their pale faces illuminated by the lampposts. None showed any interest in Lyndsey or Kyle and kept on their selected path. There was still some little feeling inside her, telling that one pair of eyes was interested in them. "I just thought we were being followed or something." She stifled a chuckle to sugar coat her solemn tone. "I must be paranoid."
Kyle smirked, but could see right through her. "Maybe it's some stalker, a secret admirer perhaps?" He joked, trying to lighten the conversation.
"Or maybe one of your many disappointed girlfriends." Lyndsey remarked, a spark and smile present.
"Or it's one of the countless men you've mugged that wanted revenge." Kyle finished, his grin even brighter.
Lyndsey snickered. "Let's go back, it's getting dark."
Kyle looked around. Where they were standing, at the city's edge, night had surely settled in. Few cars were out on the streets and shop lights were dying rapidly. Within the forest itself coo's of night creatures came about, ready to arise. "Alright." He agreed before crossing with her to the other side of the street.
Lyndsey's strange feeling was beginning to waver until they were on the other side of the street. Now it was as strong as ever. Footsteps, light little footsteps echoed through the hollow of her head. Her mind seemed to be screaming, "Look out! Something's going to happen!!" So overcome by this sudden feeling Lyndsey forgot all about what she had such a fixed death grip on throughout the entire evening, her purse. If she didn't constantly adjust it so the strap would stay on her shoulder the purse would slide straight to the ground, perfect for any sticky fingers to grab. Lyndsey became so numb from this "feeling" that she stopped dead cold, and the purse slowly slid off her shoulder, tumbling to a heap of black cloth on the cement.
"Lyndsey?"
Oh great, first it's footsteps and now I can hear someone calling me inside my head.
"Lyndsey?"
Lyndsey blinked, only to see Kyle's face right in front of her. She gave him a look of either disgust or the 'do-I-know-you look'.
"You dropped your purse." He pointed out.
Lyndsey looked down by her feet, breathing a sigh of relief. "I did! Didn't I?" Still half in a dream she reached down to grab it.
But out of nowhere a small figure, maybe not even the size of a child, ran out of the crowd. The little figure's face was not seen, for it was draped in a hooded cloak shaded dark green. Its feet padded quickly through the silencing city, and with Lyndsey not suspecting a thing the figure grabber her purse with lightning quick reflexes. It then shifted into high gear, weaving through people like a little green blur.
"HEY!!" Lyndsey hollered, only catching a glimpse of the miniature thief. People around paid no heed. No one knew her, so no one bothered. Gritting her teeth Lyndsey took off faster than those marathon men, with their claims for being unbeatable for thousands of ages.
All through the town windows rattled with her next outburst, "Come back with my purse you little imp!!"
Kyle barely had a chance to blink, let alone yell out, "Lyndsey! Come back! You'll get lost out there in the dark!" But she was gone even before he called out her name. He trotted after her, clumsily pushing his way through the crowd. It was almost completely dark out by now, with only the lights to maneuver by being the lampposts. Kyle stopped at every alley, peering into an inky blackness. Nothing was there, not even the sound of galloping feet. He'd lost her, never even having a trail on her.
Sighing he journeyed back to the hotel. The streets seemed so lonely now, deserted like a ghost town. The pale yellow lights of the street lamp added to his loneliness. She'll come back, and is probably already heading back to the hotel. That he could only hope, that and the fact that she skinned that thief alive.
******
"That little scrub." Lyndsey muttered, blindly walking down another dark alley. The tiny thief had ducked into the first alley, becoming as invisible as the hands in front of her. Beyond that point she knew nothing of the cloaked figure's whereabouts. The alley stank of the nose-tickling odor of garbage and neglect. No lights shone through these alleys, only a slight moonshine alerted Lyndsey of turns or dead ends.
When she would slink quietly she could hear the pitter-patter of small feet. They were distant, but still as loud as ever with her keen hearing. The figure seemed to go in the direction of the forest, staying clear of any major city areas, or main roads for that matter.
Suddenly Lyndsey froze, the ground was no longer hard and cold but wet and soft beneath her feet. Square buildings stopped as looming pillars replaced them. She blinked, the light seeming slightly brighter out of the city. The light of the moon broke through the gaps of bunched of leaves. Beams of it scattered about the ground, like sun shining through a dust coated window. Sounds, the voice of nature, singing on and off pitch came from all directions. Creaks and moans, howls and cries encircled her. Some were distant, some nervously close.
Hesitating at first Lyndsey took a step forward, and then was blown back by a sudden emotion. It overcame her entire body. Her fingers twitched, and her toes tingled. A feeling of familiarity came over, but how could she have been here before? The noises were louder, and vibrated her head like the beat of a drum. There were more frightened, alarmed voices. "Someone is here! Someone is here! Awake! Hide! Defend!" They seemed to yell.
Lyndsey took another step, and this new emotion did not falter. Her feet itched to run. So she ran, without thinking, without reason. That thief must be found. She said to herself, through her true self was not commanding her actions. With no control she ran deeper, and deeper into the forest.
