Luci isn't a skitz: *** is when she's thinking. Something actually happens
in this chapter! YAY!
Again, please excuse the poor spelling; my spell check is gone, and I'm a wretched speller.
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Oops, I've been forgetting my disclaimer: Luci's mine. The rest's up for grabs.
By the end of the day, I was so drained, I could have collapsed. You know how when you learn way too much way too quickly that afterwards processing even the simplest of information is like wading through mud? Well, maybe you don't know, but that's the point I was at. I was an inarticulate mass of bone and tissue, and was thankful I was able to find my room.
Upon arriving, I threw myself on my bed and tried really hard to clear my head of everything, but it wasn't working well. Let's see: numerous hallways, a very angry teacher, and that guy. ***He knows more about me than even my closest friends? How could he know...? Why doesn't the headmistress like him? I wonder if he's a troublemaker...*** There was this Moriarty guy who was oh-so-charming and hot, who had a thing against Holmes, and Holmes seemed to feel the same about him. Moriarty seemed to like me, kind of like "love-at-first-sight", and Holmes seemed rather angry about it. *** I wonder why-- *** There was too much information for my poor brain to handle. Eventually, I did the human equivalent of short- circuiting, and crashed.
When I awoke, the room was completely black and I could hear my roommate snoring softly. ***Oh, how courteous of me to not bother to meet my roommate.*** "God, what time is it anyway?" 10:00pm. "Bloody-flippin'..." I cut myself short as my roomie rolled over. My stomach started complaining about how little food I gave it, so I decided I would venture forth in search of food.
The hallways were much different at night. For one, they were larger to the point of being cavernous. My hard-soled dress shoes clicked hollowly and eerily echoed. It smelled like a mix of disinfectant and damp mustiness that weighed me down and material shadows crept round like disturbed ghosts. I involuntarily shivered as nameless fears stalked me down those ancient halls. At one point, I took off my shoes because the clicking got to be too creepy for me. It made me feel as though I was the only person alive, but not completely alone. The shadows moved and I could swear they were following me. When I looked over my shoulder, I couldn't see anyone, but that meant nothing. I learned once that it's best to trust one's instincts, at the price of being haunted by nightmares and ghosts of the past--- ***The night was overcast, so visibility was low. I was completely alone, to my knowledge, but I felt paranoid anyway. "It's just your imagination. You think too much," I consoled myself. I heard a noise and looked behind me, but there was nothing there. A small noise, a slight movement---but nothing was there. I only noticed my assailant when he crept up close behind me---***
A hand shot out of a deep doorwell and dragged me in. Even if the hand wasn't blocking my mouth, I wouldn't have screamed. I was much too frightened. I merely shook as all my carefully hidden terrors and fractured memories came unrepressed from the recesses of my mind. It was so overwhelming that I may have collapsed if it weren't for the solid mass holding me up. This was all too familiar to me---
"Do not make a sound," a familiar and urbane voice whispered into my ear. I wanted so badly to ask why, but his voice was commanding and I knew it would be a bad idea to do anything contrary.
I looked up at Holmes, his brows knitted in concentration, his stony eyes fixed intently at something out there. I tried to hide the fact that I was shaking so that Holmes wouldn't think I was crazy, but I couldn't help it. I'm not the crazy one anyway---HE'S the one hiding in doorways.
We waited that way forever. I heard Holmes take a sharp breath and he pulled me even closer as he flattened himself against the door. With my head against his chest, I could hear his heart beating and the slow rise and fall of his chest. There were two guys talking not far away whose voices I didn't recognize and I could only catch snippets of their conversation.
"---Plan"
"---Not much time---hurry"
"Do---can---police cooperation"
"Fools---never find out"
"Careful---30 years to life"
"Don't worry---good"
"Okay"
I heard a door open and the guys step out of the room next to us. They were in my blind spot, so I didn't see them, but Holmes could and he didn't look too thrilled about it. After some words, they walked the opposite way. Holmes and I waited a couple minutes until we were sure the guys had gone, then Holmes gently led me to the hall and began ruthlessly questioning me.
"What are you doing out after hours? Do you know those guys? What's your role in this ordeal? Did you---are you listening to me?" The last he said harshly, his eyes blazing and angry.
The whole time I had been staring at the floor numbly and shuddering big time, as it became harder to catch my breath. I looked up at him expressionless, then my knees weakened and I fell into a big heap on the floor. When I looked back up, I could see that he finally noticed I was completely out of my mind, and he looked back at me with softer eyes. He helped me to my feet, and draped his school coat over my shoulders.
"I---I'm so embarrassed---s---ssorry," I whispered dryly.
He looked down at me compassionately. "Let's get you back to your room."
Oh, here's a kicker. "Uh, I don't---have my key." Holmes considered that, and seemed to be at indecision. "I could---stay in the office---or something."
"No, no. Would it be terribly uncouth for you to stay with me tonight? I'm sure I can arrange suitable sleeping arrangements."
"O---o---kay, but I don't want to---to get you in trouble. I already almost b---blew your cover, and I---d---d---did a fool thing like---like f-- -freaking out. I've been e---nough trouble for one day," I managed to stammer out. It was kind out hard to talk while shivering and shuddering.
"Don't worry. If I actually get caught, I'm sure I can get myself out of trouble. Let's see what we can do about getting you that dinner you missed." He began leading the way to his room. I didn't know how he figured out that I missed dinner, unless of course he was a stalker or had no life, but I was grateful to finally get food after all the trouble I went through (most of it self-inflicted) to get it.
Yeah, I know this is a weird place to cut off, but I wanted to post. Hey, you guys ought to be used to it by now, right?
Please review. What would be, like, way sweet, is if you would give me ideas as to what you want to see next.
Again, please excuse the poor spelling; my spell check is gone, and I'm a wretched speller.
Pinkpanther: Thanks for reviewing! :) What's beta reader? (sorry, I'm an idiot)
Review! Please...?
Oops, I've been forgetting my disclaimer: Luci's mine. The rest's up for grabs.
By the end of the day, I was so drained, I could have collapsed. You know how when you learn way too much way too quickly that afterwards processing even the simplest of information is like wading through mud? Well, maybe you don't know, but that's the point I was at. I was an inarticulate mass of bone and tissue, and was thankful I was able to find my room.
Upon arriving, I threw myself on my bed and tried really hard to clear my head of everything, but it wasn't working well. Let's see: numerous hallways, a very angry teacher, and that guy. ***He knows more about me than even my closest friends? How could he know...? Why doesn't the headmistress like him? I wonder if he's a troublemaker...*** There was this Moriarty guy who was oh-so-charming and hot, who had a thing against Holmes, and Holmes seemed to feel the same about him. Moriarty seemed to like me, kind of like "love-at-first-sight", and Holmes seemed rather angry about it. *** I wonder why-- *** There was too much information for my poor brain to handle. Eventually, I did the human equivalent of short- circuiting, and crashed.
When I awoke, the room was completely black and I could hear my roommate snoring softly. ***Oh, how courteous of me to not bother to meet my roommate.*** "God, what time is it anyway?" 10:00pm. "Bloody-flippin'..." I cut myself short as my roomie rolled over. My stomach started complaining about how little food I gave it, so I decided I would venture forth in search of food.
The hallways were much different at night. For one, they were larger to the point of being cavernous. My hard-soled dress shoes clicked hollowly and eerily echoed. It smelled like a mix of disinfectant and damp mustiness that weighed me down and material shadows crept round like disturbed ghosts. I involuntarily shivered as nameless fears stalked me down those ancient halls. At one point, I took off my shoes because the clicking got to be too creepy for me. It made me feel as though I was the only person alive, but not completely alone. The shadows moved and I could swear they were following me. When I looked over my shoulder, I couldn't see anyone, but that meant nothing. I learned once that it's best to trust one's instincts, at the price of being haunted by nightmares and ghosts of the past--- ***The night was overcast, so visibility was low. I was completely alone, to my knowledge, but I felt paranoid anyway. "It's just your imagination. You think too much," I consoled myself. I heard a noise and looked behind me, but there was nothing there. A small noise, a slight movement---but nothing was there. I only noticed my assailant when he crept up close behind me---***
A hand shot out of a deep doorwell and dragged me in. Even if the hand wasn't blocking my mouth, I wouldn't have screamed. I was much too frightened. I merely shook as all my carefully hidden terrors and fractured memories came unrepressed from the recesses of my mind. It was so overwhelming that I may have collapsed if it weren't for the solid mass holding me up. This was all too familiar to me---
"Do not make a sound," a familiar and urbane voice whispered into my ear. I wanted so badly to ask why, but his voice was commanding and I knew it would be a bad idea to do anything contrary.
I looked up at Holmes, his brows knitted in concentration, his stony eyes fixed intently at something out there. I tried to hide the fact that I was shaking so that Holmes wouldn't think I was crazy, but I couldn't help it. I'm not the crazy one anyway---HE'S the one hiding in doorways.
We waited that way forever. I heard Holmes take a sharp breath and he pulled me even closer as he flattened himself against the door. With my head against his chest, I could hear his heart beating and the slow rise and fall of his chest. There were two guys talking not far away whose voices I didn't recognize and I could only catch snippets of their conversation.
"---Plan"
"---Not much time---hurry"
"Do---can---police cooperation"
"Fools---never find out"
"Careful---30 years to life"
"Don't worry---good"
"Okay"
I heard a door open and the guys step out of the room next to us. They were in my blind spot, so I didn't see them, but Holmes could and he didn't look too thrilled about it. After some words, they walked the opposite way. Holmes and I waited a couple minutes until we were sure the guys had gone, then Holmes gently led me to the hall and began ruthlessly questioning me.
"What are you doing out after hours? Do you know those guys? What's your role in this ordeal? Did you---are you listening to me?" The last he said harshly, his eyes blazing and angry.
The whole time I had been staring at the floor numbly and shuddering big time, as it became harder to catch my breath. I looked up at him expressionless, then my knees weakened and I fell into a big heap on the floor. When I looked back up, I could see that he finally noticed I was completely out of my mind, and he looked back at me with softer eyes. He helped me to my feet, and draped his school coat over my shoulders.
"I---I'm so embarrassed---s---ssorry," I whispered dryly.
He looked down at me compassionately. "Let's get you back to your room."
Oh, here's a kicker. "Uh, I don't---have my key." Holmes considered that, and seemed to be at indecision. "I could---stay in the office---or something."
"No, no. Would it be terribly uncouth for you to stay with me tonight? I'm sure I can arrange suitable sleeping arrangements."
"O---o---kay, but I don't want to---to get you in trouble. I already almost b---blew your cover, and I---d---d---did a fool thing like---like f-- -freaking out. I've been e---nough trouble for one day," I managed to stammer out. It was kind out hard to talk while shivering and shuddering.
"Don't worry. If I actually get caught, I'm sure I can get myself out of trouble. Let's see what we can do about getting you that dinner you missed." He began leading the way to his room. I didn't know how he figured out that I missed dinner, unless of course he was a stalker or had no life, but I was grateful to finally get food after all the trouble I went through (most of it self-inflicted) to get it.
Yeah, I know this is a weird place to cut off, but I wanted to post. Hey, you guys ought to be used to it by now, right?
Please review. What would be, like, way sweet, is if you would give me ideas as to what you want to see next.