Chapter 2: Party of Four...
Rouge's breaths came out in huffs as she rammed her shoulder into the door repeatedly. She stopped when she accepted the fact that it wouldn't open, not even to a pretty girl like her. Rouge blinked multiple times, trying to get rid of the tears that were buckling their seatbelts for takeoff. But it didn't work. She backed into a wall, and slid down slowly.
No way out...I'm stuck...
Her ears perked to the sound of something being dragged along the floor. Like someone dragging their feet across the carpet. Her heartbeat raced to the max and she felt beads of sweat form above her lip. She waited and waited, and the sight she saw was something to behold...not much.
Out of the dark, and into the dim light in the middle of the hallway came out a big black bat with nothing on. Stuffed inside the mouth was a dead person's hand, that was still attached to the body he was pulling along the floor slowly, and hesitantly leaving a trail of red on the clean sky blue and white tiles. It stopped in the middle of the hallway and growled, a mixture of blood and salivia dripping down the side of it's mouth.
Rouge watched in disgust when she saw the blood/salivia drop to the floor in a tiny puddle. The naked black blat, whipped it's head from side to side flinging it's germ-infested salivia everywhere. The white bat thought she felt some land on her face. Disgust turned into fear, when Rouge saw the razor sharp teeth of the vicious looking animal. Although covered in blood, the teeth gleamed in the light like grillz. The animal turned it's head towards Rouge and growled, then letting out a howl like nails against a chalkboard.
Rouge, thinking that the black bat had spotted her, scrambled into the corner of the hall, where it was dark and cool. The bat threw it's head around and searched the halls with his eyes, scowling while doing so. Or what was left of his eyes. There was nothing there, only white and red veins. It got down on all fours and scampered down the hall, slowly turning its head side to side, leaving the dead person to lay on the floor. Rouge sucked in her breath, and tried to make her body as small as she could. She could feel her body trembling. The bat looked directly at Rouge for a few seconds. Then moved on.
It's blind...Rouge thought, as the bat crawled away and picked the dead body by it's mouth and dragged it to a room. Rouge let out a sigh. She was safe...for now.
After a few minutes, to insure that the monster was gone, Rouge felt a tingle under her butt, which meant she had been sitting for way too long. She slipped off her boots, because if the animal was blind, it obviously would have super hearing. Which meant that even the slightest of a sound would distract it to come find out where the sound came from. She tiptoed quietly across the lenghed of the hallway, and turned a corner. She pressed her body against the wall and imagined the jaws music as she walked noiselessly down the hall. Once she was sure she was far away from the hideous creature, she sighed and let her head hang. The end of the hallway was only a few steps away and there was light blue door. Rouge tried not to let her hopes up, because there was a huge possibility that it wouldn't open. She tried to steady her breathing by sucking in her breath and letting it out by her nose little by little. She turned around to insure that no one was behind her and wrapped her hand on the brass handle of the door, and turned it. Rouge closed her eyes and then opened them when she pulled the door all the way open.
Three pair of eyes looked up at her.
"Get in here!" Someone hissed, not caring who she was. Rouge almost yelped when someone's hand shot out, grabbed her forearm and pulled her in the small room. A pair of tiny fingers grabbed the door and shut it silently. Everything turned dark.
"What's-" A hand roughly covered Rouge's mouth before she could talk.
"Don't say anything." A voice whispered.
"It can hear anything." Another voice whipered. Rouge thought they referred the black bat as 'It'. But just to make sure...
"You mean-"
"Yes." All the voices said at once. Someone was moving their hand across the wall, and then a click filled the room. A small hedgehog girl, wearing a dark blue sleeveless hoodie, cutoffs, and black ankle socks, had turned on the light. She looked around 7 years old, and her tiny frame was made up of muscles, Rouge could tell since the back of the little girl's calves flexed when she reached up to grab a small flashlight from a slanted shelf. Her eyes were a light lime green that had gold around the pupils. Her fur was a dark turquoise, with bright yellow stripes going through her quills, arms, and legs. The most appealing thing was how her quills was cut. One side of the head had a long layered cut, while the other side had tiny, tiny layers of quills. To Rouge, it was a cut that showed she wasn't afraid to try out new things, and was brave to take that risk. If the girl was in any way scared, she had a good way of hiding it on her face.
Finally peeling her eyes off the little girl, Rouge looked around the room, and her gaze fell on two bigger hedgehogs. The one sitting in the corner had the dark turquoise fur color as the little girl but not the stripes, and the same eye color, which probably meant that that he was her father. He had on a white T-Shirt with a couple stains of blood on the stomach, dark jeans, and white ankle socks.
The other hedgehog, who had teal fur and white underlayers, was laying flat on his back, looking dejectively at the ceiling, his grayish eyes glazed. He had no shirt, jean shorts and was barefoot. They weren't wearing shoes, which made Rouge feel better because it meant she was on the right track.
"You guys got left here, too?" Rouge whispered. Everyone nodded.
"What's your name?" The hedgehog that was sitting in the corner asked.
"Rouge."
"My name's Kimberly. Call me Kim." The little girl said.
"My name's Vitico. Kim's my baby." Vitico held out his hand and waited for Rouge to shake it. His statement had confirmed Rouge's theory about Vitico and Kimberly.
"Westly." The hedgie on the ground also shook hands with Rouge. After a while, it was starting to feel uncomfortable, because no one was talking.
"Daddy, it's back!" Kimberly whispered frantically, who was watching out the small window on the door. She clicked off the light, and everything went to its awkwardly darkness. Only the hallway light gleamed in the small room, and it landed on Westly, until he scooted away from it so he wouldn't be seen. Rouge could feel the pounding of the bat's footsteps coming near, and her breath got caught in her throat. Then she started to relax, but only a little because she remembered the fact that it was blind and wouldn't care to look in their room. It probably didn't even see the room door. Then her whole body stiffined when she also remembered that they had super-good hearing. Rouge didn't even want to breathe.
Feeling afraid and sweaty, her pocket started to vibrate and she remember the appointment that she had scheduled today. She felt hair rise on the back of her neck. It had to be the phone alarm.
She felt her body freeze when her ringtone set off.
And everyone could hear it loud and clear.
What will happen? You tell me.