"So who's gonna open the door?" asked TJ.
"Its not gonna be me I can tell you that," said Ryan with a defiant tone in
his voice.
"Lets take a vote," said Mitchell. "All those in favor of me?" Three
hands went up. "Ok how about Jake?" Three hands went up. "Now for Tj."
Again three hands went up. "Ok, what about Ryan?" This time four hands
went up.
Realizing what he had done, Ryan shouted out," No fair, you tricked me!"
"Sorry man, you lose, four votes to three," said Jake.
"You guys suck," he said while walking up to the door. Slowly he turned
the knob and pulled. The door creaked loudly as it swung open, like it
hadn't been opened in years. When they stepped inside they saw that, to
their surprise, the mansion wasn't as run down as they had first thought by
looking at the outside. Instead it was nicely decorated with a huge plush
carpet, which ran from the front door to a huge staircase in the middle of
the room. There were doors on the left and right side of the stairs
against the wall.
"So, what do we do now?" asked Tj.
"How should I know," said Mitchell.
"I don't know, you're usually the one that comes up with the bright ideas."
"Maybe we should check some of those doors?" said Jake. "Good idea, Jake and I will check that door and you two stay here," said Mitchell. "Fine, but hurry back, and don't smoke anything while your gone," said Tj.
With that Mitchell and Jake went into the left door. It appeared that this room was the dining room. They could tell because there was a big dinner table in the middle of the room. On the right side of the room was a grandfather that was still working. At the far end of the room was a fireplace. On the wall beside the fireplace was another door. When they reached the end of the room they went over to check out the fireplace. Underneath the fireplace on the rug was a huge stain. "Oh man, looks like somebody spilled their cool aid," said Jake. "Stupid, caint you tell that's ketchup," said Mitchell. Jake bent down and tasted the substance and quickly spat it out. "Man that aint ketchup, its blood," he said. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Mitchell. Just after he said that they heard a moan coming from behind the door that they hadn't checked yet. Then they heard a weak beating upon the door. "It might be a closet and somebody is locked up in there," said Jake. Having said that he opened the door. Out stepped a man in torn clothing and blood stained all over the front of his shirt. "Dude, are you all right?" asked Mitchell. "UNGH!" said the man as he started walking towards them with his hands outstretched. Only then did they realize that the mans face was misshapen due to the fact that half of it was hanging off. "What the hell is this!" said Jake as he backed away a step. At that moment the man lunged at Mitchell. Mitchell quickly backed away and the man missed and fell to the floor. That, however, did not stop the man a bit. Immediately he began to pull himself forward reaching out at Mitchell's shoe. The man had not noticed that Jake had circled around the man and had picked up a vase from the dining table and was positioning himself over the back of the man. "Now!" shouted Mitchell. Having said this Jake smashed the vase forcefully over the mans head, breaking the vase and the mans neck on impact. "Thanks," said Mitchell as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry about it," said Jake, also breathing a sigh of relief. "After that I think we both need to calm down a bit," sad Mitchell as he pulled out his bag of weed and the bong and started to light up. "Good point, we need to to calm our nerves," said Jake while pulling a seat up beside Mitchell.
Hey thanks for reading my first FanFiction. If you give me time I can produce more chapters. And now to promote two friends who also have FanFictions. To TJ first of all who has the story called Unforgiveness. It has all of us in it as well and doesn't have potheads. And now to Jake who is in the process of writing one. I don't think it is up yet but its definitely on the way!! Oh yes and I almost forgot about Ryan's FanFiction. Don't know the name but I know it's about WWII so keep a look out!
"Maybe we should check some of those doors?" said Jake. "Good idea, Jake and I will check that door and you two stay here," said Mitchell. "Fine, but hurry back, and don't smoke anything while your gone," said Tj.
With that Mitchell and Jake went into the left door. It appeared that this room was the dining room. They could tell because there was a big dinner table in the middle of the room. On the right side of the room was a grandfather that was still working. At the far end of the room was a fireplace. On the wall beside the fireplace was another door. When they reached the end of the room they went over to check out the fireplace. Underneath the fireplace on the rug was a huge stain. "Oh man, looks like somebody spilled their cool aid," said Jake. "Stupid, caint you tell that's ketchup," said Mitchell. Jake bent down and tasted the substance and quickly spat it out. "Man that aint ketchup, its blood," he said. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Mitchell. Just after he said that they heard a moan coming from behind the door that they hadn't checked yet. Then they heard a weak beating upon the door. "It might be a closet and somebody is locked up in there," said Jake. Having said that he opened the door. Out stepped a man in torn clothing and blood stained all over the front of his shirt. "Dude, are you all right?" asked Mitchell. "UNGH!" said the man as he started walking towards them with his hands outstretched. Only then did they realize that the mans face was misshapen due to the fact that half of it was hanging off. "What the hell is this!" said Jake as he backed away a step. At that moment the man lunged at Mitchell. Mitchell quickly backed away and the man missed and fell to the floor. That, however, did not stop the man a bit. Immediately he began to pull himself forward reaching out at Mitchell's shoe. The man had not noticed that Jake had circled around the man and had picked up a vase from the dining table and was positioning himself over the back of the man. "Now!" shouted Mitchell. Having said this Jake smashed the vase forcefully over the mans head, breaking the vase and the mans neck on impact. "Thanks," said Mitchell as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry about it," said Jake, also breathing a sigh of relief. "After that I think we both need to calm down a bit," sad Mitchell as he pulled out his bag of weed and the bong and started to light up. "Good point, we need to to calm our nerves," said Jake while pulling a seat up beside Mitchell.
Hey thanks for reading my first FanFiction. If you give me time I can produce more chapters. And now to promote two friends who also have FanFictions. To TJ first of all who has the story called Unforgiveness. It has all of us in it as well and doesn't have potheads. And now to Jake who is in the process of writing one. I don't think it is up yet but its definitely on the way!! Oh yes and I almost forgot about Ryan's FanFiction. Don't know the name but I know it's about WWII so keep a look out!