AN: I didn't send this to my beta reader so sorry for any grammar mistakes and all that jazz. This chapter is suppose to cause a few laughs since the last one was a little tense.
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Chapter 3
Daniel Cahill was in hell. He really was. This must be his punishment for all those pranks he done to Amy in the past. Or whenever he blew up the kitchen.
One part of himself kidded at that statement. The other, the darker side, only sneered. You know exactly what you did to deserve this... You deserve worse...
He knew that side was right. That side was always right. He called that his Amy side...
The dark room seem to get brighter once the man left, which was accurate since the was the exact thing to cause suppose darkness to anyone's life. He certainly has to all of theirs'.
For the past three days, from his calculations so give or take a few, he had sat in that room, that completely silence room and try to think of a way to get the hell out of there, it was the only thing to keep his mind off of what he knew was coming.
The man, before the three days, had meanly warned them about their confessions, their sins, theirwrong doings... He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about his parents, or of Alistair, or of all of the people's lost lives he was responsible for...
He turned to his friend Atticus and saw that he was already looking for a way out of there. He turned to the Lucian of the room and singled him to do so too. He was about to do the same to Hamilton till he saw that his friend was crawling over the best he could to Amy and Sinead. Sinead was sobbing on Amy's hurt arm and she was about to cry herself if she didn't stop, but they all knew that the Ekat couldn't and didn't need to.
Dan, himself, never seen Sinead cry and it was obvious that she hasn't cried about this for a while- possibly ever-and she deserved to have a little break down. Considering all she had been through, all that she kept buried down, deep inside her, and till now, where it all came out in a cruel, embarrassing treatment...Especially when none of it was true, that none of it was her fault... It sadden him greatly but also scared the holy hell out of him.
Ham took her and carried her the best he could over to the space between him and Jonah. The Janus checked her arms and legs for injures as Ham gave her his arm to squeeze. She was in pain in more ways then one.
Amy scooted over to Dan and sat down to his right. His older sister was in serious pain as well. He didn't know what the man did to her, but he was positive it was good enough for the young man to kill him over. Her face was bruised in multiple places, like someone drew over a picture of her with purple, blue, and red markers. Her arm was badly injured, mostly likely spared or broken. She was also missing a few nails on her fingers, an her nose was slightly crooked.
"We have to get out of here." She stated. He voice was muffed with pain, like even her vocal cords were bruised.
No shit, Sherlock. Dan thought and then slapped himself mentally for being rude towards his sister. She was just trying to do her job.
"We have an idea." Atticus spoke up. "Dan and I, I mean. We saw tha-"
"You might not want to say." Ian cut him off. "You never know who might be watching or listening in at any time."
Dan was about to point out to the snake that the man was gone from the door, but he then realized what he meant. He looked around the room again. He saw nothing that could be a camera but that didn't mean that there weren't any inside the wall.
"Cameras in my walls..." Amy shook her head. "Can't even be free in my own freaking house." She didn't show it much but Dan could tell she was mad, from her hands that were balled into fists.
"I hate being a Cahill." Jonah stated plainly.
"Ditto." Dan agreed with him.
"How did all of you get in here?" Amy questioned. "I know he brought you all here but still..."
"He got me the night before in my lab, in my house." Sinead admitted. Her voice returned back to her usual steel-hard, confident tone. She was trying to show that she was still strong, like she didn't just have a public melt down in front of them. "It was late and I was working on mixing up some chemicals when I just suddenly got lightheaded and fall down. I blacked out and when I woke up, I was here."
"I was at the field with Madison." Ham begin to tell them. Dan realized that they just transformed into a sharing circle. This was somewhat strange...yet, comforting. "I was helping her with soccer, with her control over the ball. She left to get another ball because the other one popped...don't ask... And out of nowhere, I was tackled to the ground. And it hurt. And the asshole kept banging my head against the goal pole, and, of course I fought back and somehow hurt my shoulder and than he just put a napkin to my nose and I was out."
"That's crazy." Jonah commented. "I was in my tour bus with a fan... And it turned out to be him... As a girl..."
"What was a fan doing in your tour bus?" Ian raise a brow at the Janus, fighting back a smile the best he could. Jonah only merely smiled, a bright red blush bloomed onto his face. Ham howled in laughter. Dan fought back his smile the best he could because Amy would have hit him if he didn't. Atticus blushed and Ian smirked, shaking his head and muttering "Bloody hell" under his breath.
"Well, how did you get here, Kabra?" Jonah asked, slightly embarrassed.
"I heard a crash in my dinning hall and found a broken glass. He hit me with a candle holder when my back was turned." He explained.
"The great Ian Kabra, taken down but a candle holder." The rapper teased.
"That least I wasn't smooching with a guy, hoping to get-"
"OKAY!" Amy put her hands up. All the boys snickered at Jonah's red face again. Amy's face was red too, and Sinead was covering her's with her hands. Dan turned to Atticus who was also trying his best not to snicker too much, but was failing.
Dan saw Amy glance a dirty glare over to Ian, like a mother would do to a disobedient child. Ian only winked at her in responses.
"Hey, at less I can get to second base with a girl!"
"But you didn't! You got to second base with a-"
"OKAY!" Sinead shouted, cutting off Ham. The boys laughed again, Dan and Atticus now with them.
"Atticus," Sinead pointed to him, after the boys finally settled down. "How did you get into this mess?"
"Well, I was eleven when I met Dan online." Everyone bursted into laughs that time. Dan shot a fake glare at his friend.
"Okay, okay." He started. "I was at home in Rome. I was peacefully reading my book when I suddenly feel like I'm being watched. I looked up to my ceiling and I was intensely sprayed in the face with something. Then I was here." He turned to him. "And you?"
"Well," Dan breathed in a sadden tone, trying to lighten the mood. "I was at the movie theater with Nellie. She just finished her deed of torturing me for the night, or, in other words, making me see that new Romeo and Juliet movie. Once we were finished, she went out to get the car and pull it up because it was raining and, well, the exact same car came up to me."
"The big dent in the right door an everything?" Amy asked.
"Yes, and I got in and before I even buckled up, he hit me with something and I was out." Dan finished.
"Was it a candle holder?" Jonah asked.
"By Jonah's new lover?" Ian teased back and the boys laughed again.
"GUYS!" Sinead cried again. Boys laughed again as Amy and her rolled their eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with being gay, correct?" She pointed to Ian. Ian nodded in agreement.
"Correct?" Ham agreed and so did Dan and Atticus. "Good."
"Now apologize." Amy ordered, mainly to Ian.
"I apologize Jonah. I'm just joking with you. No harm was meant by it."
"It's okay, man."
"Okay, now that we have that cleared." Amy said. "Lets get back to the subject. How are going to get out of here?"
"Well, from what I gather," Atticus spoke. "We could go up." He pointed up to the ceiling. "Or we could go out the door."
"But what if he's out there waiting for us? He'll shoot us." Ham stated.
"How many bullets does he have left?" Amy asked.
"Five, if he didn't load a few extra." Ian answered.
"Amy, are you sure there is no secret exit of some sort around here." Jonah asked.
"Positive. Those are in the kitchen and my bedroom." She shrugged.
"So were stuck with the ceiling option." Ham said.
"We can't use that unless we rip the fan out and that could cause the whole ceiling to fall on us." Sinead conformed.
"So what do we do?" Jonah asked anyone in the room.
Dan began to think as he looked around the room of a way out. He couldn't think of anything till his eyes gleam over to the five foot long and six foot tall china shelf that Ian was leaning against.
"Amy," Dan poked her. "What's on the other side of that wall?"
Amy thought for a moment. "My garage."
"Is your garage empty?"
"Mostly." She said. "It has my car but that's it."
"Are you sure?" Dan asked "Nothing on the walls?"
"No, nothing."
"And what is above us?" He pointed to the ceiling.
"My guest bedroom." Amy answered, now looking at him like she didn't understand.
"Where is your guest bedroom from your main bedroom?"
"Right across the hall."
"Does your bedroom have a window in it? One looking out towards the road?"
"Yes." She nodded. "What are you thinking, Dan?"
"I have an idea!" Dan was now grinning ear to ear. He now had everyone's attention. He looked over to Atticus and knew, from the look in his eyes, that he was following what he was planning.
"What is it?" Sinead asking. Dan could tell she was starting to see what he was visioning.
"If you stand in the street and look at Amy's house from the front, you'll see the garage to the right. On top of that is a bit of a roof, and then the window in Amy's bedroom. So if Amy is right about where everything is, then someone small could climb up to the ceiling, to the guest bedroom floor, go out the door and across the hall to Amy's bedroom, go in, climd out the window, run on the roof, get down onto the ground in front of the garage door, get inside, and then get into Amy's car and hit the petal to the metal and-"
"You want to drive my car into the wall!?" Amy howled in shock. "Are you trying to destroy my house!?"
"I'll buy you a new house, if it gets us out of here!" Dan shouted back in protested.
"If we don't die from your plan first!" Sinead sided with Amy. "It's completely...Mad!"
"Daniel," Ian called for him. "As much as your plan sounds fill proof, there is still no guarantee that the force of the car hitting the wall will not kill us."
"It's better then dying in here." Dan knew was a stupid excuse, and he sound somewhat childish but he wanted a plan to get out somehow and no one else had anything.
"I thought the meaning of it all was to get out alive! Isn't that the definition of surviving?!" Ham asked.
"Beside, Sinead stated it earlier. The ceiling might fall completely on us and kill us that way." Jonah added.
"That's why we need someone small, so we don't need to make a bigger hole then we have now." Dan said and than turned to Atticus. He was now against his own plan, since it was putting his own best friend in danger.
"Never mind, we can't do it. Too dangerous." Dan said.
"No! Dan," Atticus held up his hand. "I can do it."
"You can't drive Atticus." Dan said.
"Yeah but I don't need to." He defended. "I just hit the gas and-"
"We all die?" Sinead finished.
"Okay," Ian called for a moment. "The plan is good till the car part. What if we use something else that wouldn't have so much force that it could possibly run us over and kill us."
"Like a sledgehammer?" Ham asked.
"Sure!" Atticus answered. "Amy, do you have a sledgehammer in your garage?"
"I don't have a sledgehammer, period." She bit he lip. "Sorry. I have a shovel. Will that help?"
"It might." Sinead stated. "But still, even then... No offense, Atticus, but you're not that strong."
"Okay," Amy clapped her hands. "On the same wall that will knocked down, is a door that opens up to the-"
She suddenly stopped speaking. The sound of her voice was replaced by the sound of foot steps, heavy and bulky. Soon, the man came into vision at the door. He open the door and came in, gun in hand. He took two more steps and then stopped. He stood there for a good solid moment, staring straight ahead, at him and Amy, before blinking. Dan thought his cruel eyes were looking into both of their souls.
Nothing was said. No one made attempt of so. Dan never heard silence so dreadful before.