If May had to choose anywhere she would want to be pranked, it certainly wouldn't be here. Especially not on a dark and cloudy day, such as this one. Of all times, it had to be today. She was beginning to really wish that just maybe, Drew could find out the weather before he sent her into the worst place in LaRousse?
Looking up at the building, May was instantly frightened. It took a lot just to go down the same street this place was on, let alone walk right infront of it.
The huge mansion had a wooden porch with four steps. The second May's foot connected with the first plank, it shattered. Trying not to lose her balance, May bent her knees.
After making sure she was on solid ground, she pushed on the second step to test it. Nothing happened. Taking a little comfort in this, she hopped up the steps, never staying in the same place too long for fear that she would be let down a second time.
Securely up the steps now, May glanced at the house and only now saw how truly scary it was. The place was black, but from what May did not know. The mansion had many windows, all of which were smashed; the only remains that proved windows were once there was the pointed and shattered pieces of stubborn glass still clinging to their sockets.
Twisting herself over the railings to the wooden porch, she looked into an opening where a window had once stood. The furniture was clearly old; it had patterns and designs she didn't recognize.
Not to mention the layer of thick dust on everything.
But, there was always the lingering feeling that something had been there. The walls were covered with scratches, and the backs of some chairs were utterly destroyed. Like something had taken a bite out of them. Something big.
May couldn't help but think that whatever had managed to destroy the backs of some chairs, that it possibly might still be there. Even the air was thick, like a lair you knew you wern't supposed to be in. It could have just been her own fear, but she felt like it was hard to breathe. She wanted to go back to the poke centre and just ask Drew for another card, but she could never get that lucky.
"Aww, scared, May?" The brunette didn't bat and eye. She was twice as scared of the mansion as she could be of Drew's wrath. Had she ever seen it, of course.
Why was Drew there? Simple. He wanted to make sure May didn't chicken out. If she did, he would never let her hear the end of it. He also, perhaps, wanted her to move twords him every time she got scared. Which was hopefully a lot.
Looking at the broken step, Drew smirked as he leaped up the steps in a single jump. Once she had turned around and he was sure he had her attention, he smirked and flicked his hair. "May, have you been eating too much lately?" May fumed. "I'm not fat, thank you. The plank was loose, and I'm sure if you had gotten here first, you'd break it, too." He laughed.
Drew had always heard that the things you should never mention to a woman would be her weight and age, but he liked to think those rules didn't apply to him.
"Well, May, go ahead. Open the door!" She hesitated. Was she really about to go in there? A cold chill crawled up and down her spine and her fingers slowly wrapped around the cold golden door knob. May didn't want to push on the door, but had to with prompting from Drew. Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.
"Ahh!" May screamed. She covered her eyes and immediately turned around to bump into Drew, but at this point, she really couldn't care less. The chartreuse-haired boy could hardly contain his laughter, but rested a comforting hand on her arm and felt her shivers. He swatted her fear away.
"Really May? A mansion alleged to be haunted and this is what scares you?" May could barely nod from her shaking. "They're so scary!" Drew sighed. "I guess arachnophobia is a girl thing." May was too afraid to hit him, but when consoled by the fact that it was gone, she slowly turned around and moved her fingers apart.
'Whew," she thought. Not even the cobweb was left standing by the mighty weapon that was Drew's hand. Speaking of the coordinator behind her, May kept getting a finger jabbed in her back as encouragement to keep moving.
May felt like the wooden floorboards were against her by squeeking 10 times louder. It was like each time she took a step, they were mocking her.
Not only was the air in the mansion thick, but it smelt strongly of mold. Since the windows were basically gone, rain easily gets inside. Same with snow, as it was now.
May looked around the room as she took long and torpid steps. Though the living room was much bigger than the small pieces of furniture in it, it was somewhat obvious that the place had been robbed of all valuables. It wasn't exactly hard to get in.
There was only one thing of mild value in the room, which was a small couch for one. The cloth was old and tattered, with rips protruding from underneath the cushion. She wouldn't be surprised if an army of bugs found their way in it. From then on, May made the silent promise to not touch anything.
Besides the table and scattered chairs, May also noticed a fireplace. She would have liked to light it, but she shuddered at the complications. Was the heat really worth the possibility of alerting whatever made this place it's home aware of their presence? In an attempt to comfort herself, she thought that the heat would go out the windows anyway.
Since she couldn't have the fireplace lit, she tried to shrink further into her jacket. Stopping and taking off a glove, Drew stopped with her and passed her curious looks. Clutching a red and white orb in her hand, she threw it in the air and a waterfall of yellow glitter announced the arrival of a tall pokemon, the same colour of the container it was released from. Blaziken's company comforted May, but she missed the slight frown on Drew's lips.
As the trio made their way twords the kitchen, it wasn't out of the ordinary. It was exactly as they expected. The place was relatively normal, if it wasn't for the open cupboards. Burglars get hungry, too. The kitchen had a glass back door, but didn't lead to any other room. The thing that got to her, though, was the quick flash of a shadow going up the stairs.
May didn't hear the whimper she had choked out, but she felt herself stepping back into warm arms. The hands attached to them didn't have claws, but all the same May wasn't complaining. Blaziken now fully understood the intention here, but took not a drop of offence. It understood it's purpose, and offered no complaints, either.
Though Drew released May, she had insisted on holding his hand. She didn't want to lose him. Drew's frown soon turned to a triumphant smirk, which was not lost on Blaziken. His midnight scene of eyes didn't miss the shadow, either.
Drew had led May twords the stairs. He tried hard to soothe her protests, but wanted her to get the card he had hidden there. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. As amused as he was, he had to admit that looking at May's dramatic fear, he felt a pang of something intangible. Was it guilt? Was the Drew Hayden feeling guilt?
A point for May.
She begridgingly was stepp- dragged up the stairs, and was led into the farthest room to the right. Drew kept an arm around her to calm her shaking body, and opened the door with the other. Drew's breath was caught in his throat, and Blaziken stepped infront of them. This certainly wasn't how Drew had left the room the day before.
This room was actually a bit homely. It had a lot of furniture. Nice and neat.
Well, it was.
Items were tossed around the room like an exorcism gone wrong. All the furniture was layed out on the floor, nothing left standing. Water was dripping from where no one knew. Drew knew it was common knowledge that the card was burried in the mess somewhere, but could care less. The only thought that was branded in his mind was to get May out of there.
He wrapped an arm around her back and behind her knees, picked her up, and unceremoniously fled. He jumped down the stairs, and tossed open the door like a rag doll. He slammed it behind him, and put May down, hands on his knees, panting.
May, however, was not as grateful as he had intended. Her shoulders bobbed as she was filled with sobs. With every tear it looked like a part of her blue eyes was drained with it. Too weak to stand, she crawled to the door and clawed at it like a cat. Her fists banged on the door, and slid as she shook.
Drew bent and held May, allowing her to collapse in his arms. "May... I'm sorry."
With a burst of adrenaline, Drew fell back a bit as May tugged at the door like a wild animal. She refused to lose a companion that was with her since the beginning.
Her effort was in vain though, as the door was tugged open, sending May falling, but was caught by orange arms. Her Blaziken was not going down just yet. With inhuman strength, Blaziken threw May over it's shoulder and draped Drew over the other. Closing the door with it's foot, it charged it's best friend back to the poke centre.
That was definitely an experiance May did not want to relive, but was just thankful to be somewhere safe. Letting Blaziken rest for it's effort, she stumbled to her room like a drunk. Her vision was doubled from the previous tears shed, needing Drew as an assistant. She now could no longer sleep in the dark, and understandably so.
Drew tucked her in and stayed with her until she drifted off from simple exaustion. He fell asleep sitting against the wall.
Hooray! Attention Contestshippers! I'm planning on making a thriller / horror story after this one, and this was a sample of what I had come up with. Should I author it? Send me reviews or PM's!