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Title: In Wake of the Petals
Chapter 3: The Room of DOOM!
They froze. Could it possibly be that James had that much power? And if so, who knew where his surveillance ended, who knew how many men he had under him?
"What do you mean?" Spike asked the man.
"I mean that Sekart has been watching your every move," he didn't even look at the flustered duo.
"H-how?" Faye stepped forward.
The man finally glanced at them and shook his head. "You two have no clue what you've gotten yourselves into. This whole thing was arranged to lure you in."
"Why are you telling us this?" Spike demanded.
He was answered with a loud buzz. They turned in time to see door they had come through being sealed off by thick metal bars.
"Great," Faye muttered. "You just had to ask."
They were assaulted with another noise, a far more frightening noise. The man shot a gun off at the ceiling. "If you'll both be so kind as to follow me." He gestured to the hallway behind him.
The pair was ushered in front of the man who kept his gun pointed directly at them. The man sighed. He wondered just what they'd do to him if they realized there were no more bullets left. Oh well, what they don't know won't hurt them… physically.
They group went up a stairwell and down another hall. They stopped in front of a door marked "2-C".
The man cracked a smile as he opened the door, the first they'd seen from him. "Welcome to Hotel Hell, on behalf of all the staff I hope that you find your stay unforgettable… Don't just stand there! Get in!"
Once inside, he slammed the door shut and locked it. The multiple clicks lead them to the conclusion that there were many locks. Information they were thrilled to learn.
Faye sat down on the bed and folded herself over her legs. "I can't believe this was all just some elaborate plot to lure us in! What could he possibly want from us?"
Spike set down the cake and lit a cigarette. "Can't be the money."
"This must be your fault," Faye decided.
"What? My fault?"
"Yes!" Faye declared. "It most certainly isn't my fault."
"Oh, so then it must only be logical to assume this whole mess is because of me," Spike said sarcastically.
"Wow, the Lunk-head has a brain after all," Faye spat.
Spike grunted and flung himself back on the bed, "Why am I here again?"
"Got me," Faye shrugged. "I told you not to come."
"Come off it already," Spike said smugly. "You know you can't do this without me."
"Right, because without you I might have been locked in a room by a lunatic innkeeper- oh wait! Never mind!" She yelled. "Besides you are forgetting that I'm very well equipped for these kinds of situations. Something Sekart couldn't possibly be prepared for!" With a very confident smirk she pulled out a thin wire hidden safely in her bracelet and stuck it into the door. However upon doing so she was shocked, the little bolt of electricity shot out with a light blue color. "Damn it!" She cursed, sticking her finger into her mouth.
"Yeah Faye, he couldn't possibly be prepared for you," Spike crooned.
"Shut up!" Faye walked over and smacked him on the head. "I don't see you trying anything!"
"Please, keep yelling," a voice said. Spike and Faye looked around the room, trying to find its source. They couldn't find anything. "It will make my job so much easier if you breathe in so hard. The gas will just knock you out that much sooner."
Faye's eyes widened, "Why are you doing this to us!"
She was answered with a deep, hearty laugh, then a crackle, then silence.
Faye crumpled to the floor taking deep breaths.
"Stupid Shrew!" Spike said going to her side. "Quit breathing so hard."
"Oh right, like it will make a difference," she said bitterly. "Either way we have to breathe that stuff in, I'd rather not drag it out. I mean, we don't even know if that stuff is going to kill us or just knock us out."
"God, you're such a drama queen. We're not going to die."
"How can you be so sure?" she asked.
"Think about it," he said. "This place is swarming with Sekart's men, right?" –Faye nodded- "Then they could have easily done the job with skilled snipers."
Faye looked at him wearily. Leave it to him to have a positive outlook with negative connotations. She stood up and stretched. "Whatever. If I'm going to sleep I might as well get comfy."
Spike watched Faye lie down on the bed. "You do realize that once we're out they are probably going to take away all of our weapons and possible means of escape, right?"
Faye's eyelids started to feel heavy, "We don't know what he wants with us –yawn- he's not going to kill us… yet anyway… so I guess we just have to rely on our smooth talking to –yawn- get us out of this one."
"In that case," Spike said taking three steps towards the bed before falling face down on it next to Faye, "You'd better let me do all the talking."
If Faye had been awake to hear him say that, she probably would have hit him.
The man who'd locked them in their watched from a monitor as they fell asleep. He decided to wait another ten minutes before shutting off the gas. From what he'd heard, these people didn't like to sit still for long. If they didn't move in that time period, they were asleep.
The gas was supposed to keep them out of commission for at least 5 hours. In that time nothing could wake them up, after that they could wake at their own leisure. It was quite ingenious really, and it provided just enough time to thoroughly disarm them and transport them to their real holding area; Sekart's main ship, the Mister Sister. The men tried to ignore the name, opting to call it the slightly less embarrassing MS.
When he was sure they were out, he sent in his men to take care of them. They decided to send the cake along with them for kicks. After all, it would be funny to see their reaction to being trapped in a hopeless situation, but with a chocolate cake.
…They were bored… don't question it.
Hours later, they were still asleep, but they couldn't help it! Even though the drugs had worn off ages ago, there accommodations were so cushy they couldn't help but sleep. Sekart was getting bored waiting for them.
After a while, watching sleeping people can become dull and uninteresting, couple this with a man who has a short attention span as it is and well…
"Why?" he asked himself, "Just why did I have to give them the nice bed! Sure it seemed like a good idea at the time, but how could I have forgotten? When given the chance these people sleep as long as possible!"
"What do you suggest we do, Sir?" A random man at his side asked.
"Wake them up of course!" he yelled. "I don't care how you do it as long as they are alone when their eyes open!"
"Y-yes Sir!" the man scurried off to do his task. He and the others combined forces to come up with an idea. Seeing as it took about four henchmen to equal one normal person's brain, the process took a while. Eventually though, they did come up with a half way decent idea. They would blast horrible sounding music through the speakers in the room.
If that didn't wake them up, they didn't know what would. And if it did turn out to be the case, they sincerely hoped their boss acquired more patience… if not, it wouldn't be pretty…
Lucky for them, it did work. As soon as the couple was thoroughly shocked from the terrible tunes and undeniably incapable of sleep again, they shut it off.
And so the game of observation could really begin…
:AN: Um… sorry? –sees angry readers and cowers- Aw! Come on, now! It's not much longer, I promise! I know how it's going to end and everything… it's a real hoot if you ask me! Don't give up on me yet! Please? With sugar and chocolate and strawberries and ice cream and … mmm… I'm getting hungry… Oh yeah, please!
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