Snipeshooter
It was chaotic.
I'd never fully understood the meaning of 'chaos' until now, even though Specs used it a lot in the mornings.
When the first streak of lightning lit up the room, all that followed was silence, and a whispered prayer. Seconds later, everyone started screaming all at once. We scrambled and fought to get out of the lodging house, and when we burst out onto the street, we were immediately soaked with rain, still "shouting up a storm," as Kloppman would say.
Kloppman…
He was the very reason of our terror.
There, hanging in the entryroom of the lodging house, was Kloppman's limp, lifeless body.
EXTREMELY short chapter AND a cliffhanger. What is the world coming to?
Shoutouts!
HAZZAGRIFF: Thanks! Sorry about the wait.
koodles4you: Super cool...That's so fun to say really fast. Haha! Oh yeah, uh, I'm pretty sure it was you who doesn't like slash? Anyways, if not, then read on, but for warning, it will be slashy. What can I say? I'm addicted.
EreshkigalGirl: Yeah, well, I do have a life to keep up with, so I can't make any promises.
Erin Go Bragh: Thanks! I'm sorry, but I tend to forget to update (like you hadn't noticed). I'll fix that as soon as my life gets not-so-crazy.
newsiesfreak2519: Thanks! I never stop writing, hon, but the problem is that I start writing, then come upwith another idea and start writing a whole different story! It's an endless circle until I finally decide to pick up an old story and finish it.