Author's Note:
Hey it's me! I'm watching a new LOST right now! It's inspiring! That's why I'm in such a good mood. It's amazing but I promise not to go on about that because it would take too long.
Thank you to my overly kind reviewers! Starpossum, enigmagirl2727, LOTRlover1066 (Yeah the last chapter was kind of fluffy. I'll keep that in mind.), Delajade (Breaking your TV would not be smart. I have to say that I have broken at least two computers and my cell phone but never a TV.), EuphoricEpiphanyJade, and Mikol.
Chapter #3:
"Oh my god," I gasped putting a hand over my mouth, "oh my god." But there was no one to hear me. I like to think of myself as the heroic type, you know sounding the alarm, waking up the whole house, and leading them to safety.
The only problem with this image is that I am not brave. In fact when faced with the group of blood thirsty pirates running towards the gate to the Swann Mansion I acted very cowardly.
I ran as fast as I could to the stairs and then flew down the stairs. If I had fallen, going down the stairs at the speed I was traveling at, I wouldn't have had to worry about the pirates killing me. But luck was with me, (or something was,) because I didn't trip running down.
I hit the ground floor and dashed to the grand front door. A glance through the window, however, showed me that the pirates were coming straight at the door I wanted to leave by.
With a muffled squeak I stumbled back from the door and ran through the first door I came to. I went to the windows but they were locked tight. I tried to smash them but the glass didn't break.
A pounding at the front door made me jump. When cornered my fight or flight instinct took over. In my case the side that won out easily was the flight instinct. But, as I'd already discovered, there was no place to run.
So I decided to hide. Looking around franticly I saw a closet door. I threw myself in and huddled in the corner.
I heard a muffled shot fired inside the house and thought of everyone else inside for the first time. What would happen to them? Now I was starting to wish I was more of a hero. The type that would have thought of the other people in the house when I first saw the trouble.
It felt as if I had hidden inside the dark closet forever. I just sat there, holding my knees to my chin in an effort to be as small as possible. I tired to even make my breathing as quiet as possible.
I'm not sure if I succeeded in not making any noise when I breathed, but I tried and it made me feel calmer.
I was so focused on not making noise that when suddenly I heard the door open and close I nearly died of shock on the spot. I heard someone going through the room, and then I heard the sound of something heavy falling onto the ground and someone shaking it around.
Then there was a terrific pound at the door. Then another. And then the closet door flung open.
But instead of a dirty, murderous, pirate I was face to face with Elizabeth Swann. She shut the door before noticing me.
"What are you," she asked in a whisper, "doing in here?"
"Hiding," I replied in a just as quiet voice, "and you're in my spot." Obviously she'd never played hide and go seek because she looked confused. "You can't hide in here," I elaborated pointing at the closet door she had entered by, "I'm hiding in here. Go find your own spot."
"That's absurd," she gasped, "I can't do that! The pirates-"
She was cut off by the sound of the door, to the room the closet was in, being forced open. Our eyes widened as we both became still. We both stared at the door to the closet with horrified eyes.
"We know you're here," a voice said from the other side of the closet door, "poppet."
"Poppet," repeated another voice.
"Come out," the first voice called, "and we promise we won't hurt you."
"Eh?" the second one said. I rolled my eyes at Elizabeth, that had been the most insincere promise I had ever heard.
"We will find you poppet," the first one said in a menacing voice. "You've got something of ours," I turned to glare at Elizabeth who looked at the necklace she was wearing around her neck, "and it calls to us. The gold calls to us."
"Gold," echoed the second stupidly. The effect was creepy however.
"This," I mouthed at Elizabeth, "is your fault."
"I have a plan," she mouthed back at me.
"Wait," I mouthed frantically.
But she ignored me, and it made me feel sad. I may be wearing the most ridicules outfit in the history of all the world but I still had feelings, and occasionally I had smart ideas.
The crack between the closet doors suddenly darkened and I could just make out a man's face through the slit cutting off the light.
"Hello Poppet," said the first voice who was also the man blocking the light.
And then the closet door flew open.