I was surprised to still have the stamina at this time of the night, otherwise everything would be going awry. Another pro is everyone is asleep, well maybe those in the building we're in. Too bad that Tweek wasn't up to be a major witness for my upcoming scheme. It would also be a terrific assistance for a few things I ought to carry with us. I guess it's time to go solo. He has no reason for their utter disappearance. My family needs me, and I'm not going to just lie around pretending nothing has ever happened.
Swiftly, I jumped out of bed and put on my jacket over my pajamas and slid on my slippers. Check. Now I needed to double check my essentials. I have my phone, room key, a bit of cash, and a book for a stepping stool. That is everything I can think of. Even the windows on the first floor of the hotel are a few inches over my eyes. I made sure it was a hardcover for key balance. As I made my way to the door I paused, realizing I will be carrying a book out open like that. That is when I spotted my aunt's Guess purse against her bed. My pockets would have shook their contents out by the time I returned. The purse sat itself up straight, floated toward my shoulder and adjusted to it. The size was perfect for everything I'm taking with me. I walked in between the beds and rubbed a hand in each of their imprints. They were stale and cold, and lifeless. A cold sweat trickled down from the nape of my neck. "Don't you worry, Mom and Aunt Nellie," I said softly, "I'm coming to find you. Even if it takes all night."
The hall was fairly quiet besides playing Get Down by Backstreet Boys at low volume. It was just like what Mom does sometimes before going to bed, but not necessarily this genre of music. The hype nearly distracted me into dance mode as I almost fell down the stairs. Luckily the stairway had railings on both sides so I hung on until I was back on my feet. Paris wasn't present at the lobby counter, but there was another young woman taking her place. As long as it isn't Miss Trunchbull. The woman returned my smile and gave me a cordial wave as I trailed across to the front door.
It was drizzling and mildly breezy. This is why I didn't want to wear my robe and mess it up again, although it's issued gratis. The lower but sensible sight of the city building lights were pale, most likely from the fog that the breeze was carrying with it. Each little rain droplet tickled my face and hands as I started to trot along the sidewalk. I thought about going back to the spa and Barefoot Grill to ask if the staff has seen my mom and aunt. No lights were lit in either building. I was ready to give up until I caught a familiar shadow in the distance. There was a bright light lit by a window in the property with only king bedrooms. What made it better was that it was on the first floor. I sprintrd to the window and ducked below a quarter of the pane.
"Aha! There you are!" I snarled. "You think I couldn't find you. Well, I'm right here." There was Miss Trunchbull trying to reach her javelin from a place she aimed on the wall above a frame. Now why would she do it so high? I feel terrible for those who stay in rooms next to her as they suffer from the obnoxious ruckus of hers. Fortunately, she was still focused on reaching for the javelin, so I climbed up a large branch that was nearby. I settled myself to eye anything around her. I made the javelin wiggle vigorously then pulled it from the wall and it stood aloof.
"Aaa!" the gorgon shouted. "Come back here, you!" She charged for the spear but she was too late. It hurled itself to forcefully jab her in the back. She yelped like a pyrotechnic in flames while tumbling towards a wall to catch herself. Maybe that wasn't enough of my medicine. I turned to her clock and spun the hands a couple of times. It chimed loudly several times until she firmly pressed a button which supposedly ended the noise. She went to her chair and turned on the TV. A hammer throw event in the Olympics was on air. Her specialty. No specialty of hers will last as long as she goes through me. To compensate the Trunchbull's mind on the sport, I ran the hands in her clock again another hour and it chimed again. Now she became excessively frustrated as she picked up the clock and shook it as hard as she could. "Why won't you turn off!" she roared. "I'm not paying for another noisy machine!"
I searched some more from the angle of her room and spotted an unusual vial on her coffee table. My phone was on a low battery, but it had enough power to catch some photos. I snapped a few shots of the vial; the damp windows from some drizzles got in the way in the first few pictures. The last one I took was crystal clear and I zoomed it in. There was a jar of Olly sleeping pills and a pack of melatonin inhalers behind it. I could not believe it; I had to reread the labels more than once to make sure I wasn't seeing jumble jamble. Miss Trunchbull was way more than an egotistical tyrant. So much more that I couldn't get each word in order. Anger rapidly filled up my body. "She is so dead," I said through clenched teeth. I normally mean no harm to anyone, but I will if they damn well deserve it.
Time to up the stakes, shall we? A part of an electricity grid was stretching above me, dancing with the wind. She had almost every unit plugged up in her room, and with the blink of an eye, the grid raved and jiggled and the lights and TV in the Trunchbull's room flickered on and off. Drizzles turned into showers and made wet patches on the ground more visible by two minutes. A stronger breeze was coming in now. The window slid open quickly followed by cool rain, air and leaves flew into her room. The gust was so intense that it blew some of her possession around with the outside debris. The Trunchbull stood in horror and distress at the window and at the opposite side of her room. "Whoever you are, leave me alone! I'm not fooled by you!" She ran to the window and struggled to close it, but she was stopped by my work to keep it open. I couldn't help but giggle at her staggering effort and despite my ire.
The lights were flickering so briskly that for almost every other item to move I had to wait half a second for it to work. Soon her room was filled with a frenzy of whirling objects, rain, leaves and wind in an electrical mania. Not even her javelin could stop any of it as that was the only thing she could grasp at the time. You are a pathetic excuse for an athlete. The Trunchbull was in such a panic she couldn't talk audibly. It had become intolerable for her at last. She rushed out of her room and came out from a side door, assuming it's an emergency exit. Still crying in fear she ran to her car in the lot that was parked parallel from her room. I giggled even more, knowing that she has been undoubtedly defeated by the same person. In fact, I was in such a laughing fit that I fell off the branch and on my side. It tingles my funny bone but I'm fine otherwise. However I had to hurry since the Trunchbull was not in her room.
I crawled on all fours towards her window and heard some random voices. "Help! Is anyone there? Please, help us! Get us out of here!" They were urgent and terrified, and it hit me. One voice was shakier than the other, and I even heard them mention my name. I realized the voices right away and ran inside the building.