Disclaimer: Animorphs is not mine. But then again...no seriously they aren't.
Authors Note: I've decided to do what every good horror author usually does. I'm gonna hold a pole (once again) to determine who I should 'off' next. Keep in mind that as the author, I have decided to eliminate the characters that lack...um...character. Also keep in mind that I am not at all against killing off my own characters. So, lets get this thing on the road. In addition, I have taken the time to list all of the remaining characters and their dominant attributes.
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Characters:
Rachel- The Fighter
Tobias- The Articulate
George- The Thinker
Michael- The Radical
Erin- The Pecimist
Marco- The Joker
Meghan- The Vixen
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Reviews:
krazi little aus- actually I had planned to kill Cassie off like that long before I found out everyone wanted her to die. And yet again, I must say that in all due respect, Cassie's death was an iminent one. Her character was one of peace and harmony and, quite frankly, someone like that doesn't last very long in an insane house with a taste for blood. Anyway thank you a lot for your review. It really helps!
Traycon3- Well, quite frankly, Cassie's dead. End of story. Or is it? I must meditate on this. Also, do you honestly think that I'm one to be reckoned with? (summons giant battle axe and rips a hole through the space-time rift) MUAHAHAHAHAHA! (jumps through hole and disappears). (head sticks out of hole) Oh yeah, thanks for the review. (seals up the opening)
lilmaniac- well, soon enough our brave heros will begin to uncover the secrets behind her and the house itself in hopes of escaping. I hope that so far it's scary enough to wet your pants. Or jeans. Or something like that. Anyway thank you for reviewing.
Quillian- I don't mind. I'm just glad that you enjoyed that chapter. Or didn't. Or something to that effect. Whatever. Thanks for reviewing.
Destany Mitchell- Thanks. I intend to. Thank you a lot for reviewing and stuff. Enjoy the chapter.
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Okay, onto Chapter 8!
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Rachel
Why is it, that the second we get out of one life-threatening situation, we just step right into another? The rain was increasing in ferocity now, so I was struggling just to stand on my feet. As the monstrous creature lomed above us, I could only think, Isn't there something I'm forgetting? After a second of thought, I realized my mistake. Erin, who through everything remained fairly quiet, was a chee. This seemed more like a Marco-esque mistake to me, but forgot about that for now.
"ERIN!" I screamed against the storm coming down on us.
"WHAT IS IT?" she replied.
"FORCEFIELD! NOW!" I exclaimed. Without a moments hestitation, from her bodies center sprouted a forcefield that surrounded the three of us. Above us, the monstrous worm struck at the glowing barrier, but to no avail. Within the forcefield, we were shielded from the wind and rain, and despite the fact that a worm monster was trying the eat us overhead, I felt at home enough to kneel on the grond and pant furiously. We were running constantly, and believe me, I am so not built for this.
Tobias, gripping the shotgun, regained his composure and led us past the worm and into the hedge maze beyond. Unable to follow, the creature roared horribly, sinking back beneath the ground, awaiting any other that may pass by.
After ten minutes of trying to find a way out of the labyrinth, We decided to take the easy way out and forced our way through the hedges. After a few minutes of doing this we broke through the final hedge a found ourselves looking at a fairly unimpressive backyard. Considering all the shit we just went through, at the moment a handmade swing set and patio didn't seem very relevant.
As we walked past the the old rickety playground, I couldn't help but shiver. Somwething wasn't right. But then again what was right in this place? We through the side of the house. After what seemed like hours we made it back to the front of the mansion and stared back at the long winding road back down to the front gates. Finally believing that the terror was over, I ran all out down the path until Tobias stopped me.
"What do you think you're doing, Rachel?" he asked me.
"Escaping into the night, never to return. What does it look like?"
"Rachel, we need to go back for the others! We can't just leave them here!" I paused, thinking about Cassie and Marco.
"You're...you're right. We can't leave them. But how do we get in? The front door is-" Just then, I turned to see the iron front doors wide open. As if they had been the entire time.
"I have a bad feeling about this." I said as we walked into complete and utter darkness.
"Tell me something I don't know." said Tobias as the iron doors shut behind us, causing the room to be shrounded in pitch black. Then I heard it.
A pulse that ran through the house itself.
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Marco
As George and I walked through the cryptic mansion, I just could shake the feeling that there was something behind us. Watching. Waiting. Holding out for the right moment to strike and drag us into the abyss.
We had heard it. The screams that echoed through the walls. It felt like thought speak and regular speach all at once. Like a current of agony. As if I felt too. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine as we checked each door, looking for some way out of this hell.
My hand rested on the doornob of the next door. As I felt it, I felt a cold sensation coursing through my viens. I gripped the knob and turned it all the way. Slowly I pulled back the door to reveal...
Nothing.
Just a dooway and beyond that...darkness. I couldn't see anything past the entrance, but from the room emenated air so cold and dead it felt like taking a swim in a pool when it's snowing. George walked up towards the entrance ready to walk in when I grapped his shoulder.
"Don't...I don't like this. Lets go." I said, a tinge of fear in my voice.
"Are you kidding? Cold air means ventilation to the outside. I mean, do you see an air conditioner around?"
"This doesn't feel right. I'm serious let's leave! Now!"
"Fine. Calm yourself." said George irritably as he walked back and away from the dark passage. As I motioned to close the door, I noticed somwething odd. On the other side of the door, there was no handle. That meant that it could only be opened from the outside. Anyone walking into that cold, dead room wouldn't be able to get out unless someone released them.
I shuddered at the thought of it. A room like this was never meant to be opened. Rather quickly, George shut the door.
He hoped it wouldn't be opened again.
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