Hello people! Back again!
This time, with something so overdue. I'm so sorry for not updating this story for so long but I'm back now and it won't happen again!
Life just got in the way and as you can see, I just recently started writing again. Before posting or updating anything more though, it felt right to come back with this as it was my very first story.
I really hope people are still interested though because things are about to get real just now.
Again, I apologize and promise it won't happen again. Hoping people are still on with this, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin'it.
Jack couldn't understand what was going on.
He had just woken up with a start, trying to shake out of the crashing filled dream he had just been having and realized his throat was dry. He reached out onto his bedside table but When his friends grasped nothing, he swore under his breath and got out of bed to go to the kitchen.
Out of the covers, Jack shivered as the cool air hit his bare chest. He sighed and run a hand through his messy hair. He rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eyes and grumbled something about getting right back to bed after getting some water.
He blindly walked to the door and opened the door, not wanting to turn on the lights as that would just totally make his sleep go away.
Closing the door behind him, he went off down the hall and in the general direction of the kitchen. The moonlight streaming in from the windows was enough light for him to see in.
Jak shivered again as another chill went up his spine and looked around himself. Sure, the mansion was amazing, but he couldn't help but admit that he did find it...eerie in a sort of way.
He remembered his first night in here where he would just lie awake on his bed, eyes wide and refusing to close as it felt like there was something holding him from slipping away.
Slowly though, he managed to grow out of it and got used to it. But honestly, he avoided having to walk around the mansion at night. He still didn't know why he was acting that way but couldn't shake off an uncomfortable feeling.
What was there to fear anyway? It was just a house. Only he lived there. Maybe that's why he was paranoid.
Shaking his head at the newly risen problem, he walked through the gigantic living room and went on the other side to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, taking the cap off and directly gulping it down. While drinking, he walked over to the doorway and leaned against it, admiring the flawless job he did in putting this place back together.
It took him a lot of time and tough work as he was alone but with loads of will power and determination of a Brewer, he did it and couldn't be more satisfied with the outcome.
He walked in the middle of the living room and his eyes roamed the entire place, finally wandering even on the upper story. His eyes glided over the four hallways that lined the living room from above and coming to a ceratin window, he suddenly shocked on his water.
'What the heck?!'
Trying to breath normally again and coughing like mad, Jack snapped his head back towards that window and saw that he hadn't been dreaming it.
He raced up the nearest staircase and rushed over to the window and once he was directly in front of it, all the colour left his face.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the floor as he stared dumbstruck at the broken window, shards of glass littering the floor.
So that crash had not been a dream! Someone had really broken in!
"But...but that's impossible" Jack muttered to himself, furiously running a hand through his hair.
He looked around himself and his eyes landed on the metal rod leaning against the wall only a few feet away.
Whoever broke the glass, must have used that.
Slowly, rage began filling Jack to the brim as he couldn't believe what the others would drop to just to make him leave.
Sending him hateful looks? That's okay but breaking into his own house? Well that's just war.
Furious, Jack franatically looked around and realized that it was the very same door that gave him odd vibes. The only door he didn't have a key to.
The same door that gave him a mild jolt every time he walked by. It was like something was on the other side, just lurking in the darkness.
"To hell with it' Throwing all precautions to the winds, he simply jumped carefully over the broken window and landed on the other side.
Jack looked around but nothing seemed to be moving. He couldn't see what a burglar would want from this clustered room, the only one in the house he couldn't clean...well this one and the pretty much the whole story above.
As Jack was looking up and down, his eyes landed on the trapdoor just in the middle of the ceiling and his heart began beating just a bit faster.
Maybe, the burglar did offer some help in a way...he was finally about to go up into the third story of this mansion.
Quickly climbing the up the ladder, he opened the trapdoor and taking a deep breath, climbed through it.
As soon as he was on his feet and had dusted off, he looked up and found himself in yet another dirty clustered room. He huffed impatiently before realizing that the door was open.
Feeling a rush of excitement, Jack ran towards the door and out of the room. As soon as he was out, he stopped abruptly and began looking around himself franatically.
He was in a hallway and he was in shock. He didn't know why but he felt like he couldn't move all of a sudden. What he was seeing gave him major chills and repetitive shocks like nothing else had ever done before.
As if in a sudden trance, his eyes dropped a bit as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He looked across the open space that was in between the four hallways that lined the courtyard from three stories up and he instantly spotted wodden double doors with two pieces of broken rope hanging on either side.
He may have just found the door to hell.
Kim drew in a shaky harsh breath as she finally tore the doors open.
Her arms wide still holding the knobs to the now open doors, she stood there frozen. Her eyes drank in what they could see at first sight and she gulped down hard.
She willed herself to move forward but her feet were like firmly planted on the spot.
What was wrong with her? She was here at last and only a step away from finding some answers, yet she's still standing here unmoving like an idiot.
Her conscience screamed at her to do something and she shut her eyes, having an internal battle with herself.
She really couldn't understand what was going on. She had been so sure, she could not back out now.
She reopened her eyes and let her arms drop to her sides. An image of Jerry flashed before her eyes and suddenly, her feet seemed to be moving on their own accord.
She fully stepped into the room now and eyes travelled from the floor to the ceiling. She yelled back and held out her arms, gripping the doors again. Her back hit the now closed doors as she had fully barricaded herself in.
If she was crazy, she didn't know but it didn't matter now. She just hoped that this numb sensation and kind of stupidity-driven bust of courage would last long enough for her to find something.
What was the worst that could happen? Lose herself?
'Ha, that happened a long time ago' She sighed.
'Ready or not, here I come'
Walking farther into the room, Kim got vivid images of how it had been that night with Jerry. Nothing seemed to have changed. The more than ever dusty furniture, the moth eaten sheets and mold covered everything.
Every single thing was still there. What was different though was an unusual chill in the air.
Kim shivered and rubbed her arms as she got sudden goosebumps. It felt like the more she walked forward, the more anticipation built in. It was like she internally knew that she would be walking in on something soon.
She crossed the room and arrived at the doorway that led right into the other. Finding herself in a spatious place, she realized that it was the room with the portraits.
Her eyes scanned the walls quickly and she saw once again all the painting of ancient kings.
And right in the middle of it all, was her.
A life sized painting of a dancing Indian woman with wide cheery eyes and a gigantic smile on her lips.
Wide motionless and lifeless eyes seemed to be staring right into her soul and Kim felt something weird in her chest.
It felt like those eyes were scanning her, were looking right through her and Kim didn't know by but she suddenly felt like breaking down.
She didn't know whether it was fear of what but that face shook her. It was creepy, really creepy and she couldn't do anything to look away.
Kim began shaking all over, slowly losing control of herself and wanting to just leave and crawl into a dark hole.
She clenched and unclenched her hands and struggled to look away from the damn painting.
"Aaaahhh!" Her eyes closed shut and she franatically shook her head. She had done it.
She had been able to break free from those invisible binds that were starting to cling around her.
Her eyes opened again and this time, she made sure to be facing her side. She quickly moved away from the middle of the room and ran over to the wall on her right side.
Approaching the wall, she let out a deep breath and finally looked up.
Her entire body froze. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open in pure shock.
No, she didn't feel like was being possessed or something like she was before.
No, it was worse. She felt like she was suffocating. Like she was dying.
Her eyes moved from side to side of the portrait in front of her and she just refused to believe in what she was seeing.
Cocoa brown eyes stared back at her from the canvas, a handsome young face that could have made anyone fall hard.
Shaggy brown hair framed his face as the man in the portrait insistently stared at Kim from his permanent sitting position on a fine elegant chair.
His lips were twitched up into an easy smile, a smile that reached his eyes.
Those eyes...
"No" Kim's voice trembled.
"No no no no no!" She gripped her head in both of her hands and clutched at her hair.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" And she screamed. She screamed and screamed in a fruitless attempt to erase what she had just seen from her mind.
But it was no use. The picture seemed to be etched permanently in her brain just like it was on the canvas.
The picture of Jack Brewer.
Blurry. His vision was blurry.
He wasn't in himself anymore. He felt like he was floating with every step he took. What was this? What was happening to him?
He vaguely registered the fact that he had started walking. His feet moved on their own and he was mildly surprised that he still hadn't run into anything since he couldn't see straight.
Jack tried to regain control of his fuzzy brain and shook his head. He shut his eyes hoping the sudden moisture would go away.
A scream. He swore he heard a scream.
Who was that? What the heck was happening?
His eyes shot open and he gripped his head hard, "What is wrong with me?"
Ever since he stepped foot onto this story he felt like he was getting electrocuted every second he spent there. It was like someone was watching him but he couldn't see them.
He felt that someone was there with him and was causing him to feel like this way.
He wanted out. He couldn't do it anymore. He was losing head.
And why was he hearing that damn tinkling sound now?
*tinkle* *tinkle* *tinkle*
Jack felt like his head was about to explode. He distractedly looked around but found the place empty except for himself.
The tinkling echoed distantly in his ears, like it was coming from somewhere far, far away.
His breathing ragged and he clutched at his head even harder. Suddenly, it was hard to keep his eyes open.
His eye lids began dropping and every time they shut down for even a fraction of a second, he swore he saw someone flash before his eyes.
"AAAARRRHH!" He couldn't take it anymore. His head was pounding and spinning and for no reason at all.
He was going crazy, he was hearing and seeing things. He had to be still dreaming and in his bed.
Maybe he had never woken up for water after all and this was just an unexpected twist in his already wierd dream where someone kept screaming.
"AAAAHHHHH!" That scream wasn't his own. Someone really was there with him. The burglar was still there.
Jack fought hard against the invisible binds that seemed to be constricting him and with another shout, wheeled around on his heels and began mindlessly walking.
He kept walking and walking while continuously turning over on his heels so that he was walking straight and backwards from time to time.
He kept his hands woven in his hair to try and soothe the deadly headache and just tried ignoring yet another sound that seemed to be coming from behind him.
He kept on walking. He knew he was going backwards and that he should be watching out but his world was crashing before his very eyes.
Couldn't he just die at this point and be over with it?
His body hit something. Hard. A shout escaped his mouth as another one was heard too and soon, he was face to face with someone.
Someone who was a girl and had a long blonde curtain of hair framing her face.
Jack blinked repeatedly and his eyes briefly came into focus. His mind stopped spinning for a few moments and he was able to think properly again.
His eyes slowly came into focus too and suddenly, he found himself staring at the one person who he least expected to see.
It was Blondie.
"What-?" His sentence hovered in the air as he never got to finish it. The girl's eyes, which had already been very dilated, grew even larger if possible and she was once again full out screaming.
"AAHHH!" Jack seemed to have completely shaken out of his haze as he could see what wasn't going on perfectly.
The blonde girl looked terrified. Her wide doe brown eyes that he had found very captivating earlier during the day were filled to the brim with fear.
Glossy eyes stared back at him with a haunted gaze that sent chills down his spine.
So she was the one who he had heard scream? He wasn't dreaming?
"What are you-?"
"NO!"
"Listen I'm just trying to-"
"NO!" The girl pushed him back hard. He stumbled back, shocked at the sudden physical gesture.
"Don't come near me! Leave me alone!" To him, the girl was kept shouting nonsense. What had he done? If anything, he should be the one mad because she had broken into his house.
But thing was, the girl wasn't mad. She was terrified.
Jack observed her. She was panting, drawing in every breath like it hurt and her eyes were glossed over. She kept him still with her unwavering gaze and he couldn't mistake the look in them for anything.
Why the hell was she afraid?
Her body began shaking wildly. Her lips trembled dangerously and Jack was sure she was about to break down. But something didn't seem right.
The light was slowly leaving her eyes and all of a sudden, just as quick as the shaking had started, her body began stumbling.
Jack could see her going limp and he instantly reached out to steady her. She didn't fight him as he knew she didn't have the strength.
What was happening to her?
The girl lost the last ounce of strength she had left and she was now dragging him to the ground too.
He held her against his chest as they stared into eachother's eyes. Jack saw himself reflected into her wide watery eyes as she looked at him blankly.
"Y-you..." The girl looked very close to passing out and Jack was freaking out. Was could he do?!
"Hey, hey! Calm down, breath. I-I'm here-"
"You're supposed to be dead" was the last thing that slipped from her lips before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her lids fluttered close.
And Jack was left in shock again.
Dead? He was supposed to be dead?
"Who are you?" Jack couldn't even find it in him to be anymore shocked than he already was.
There he was, with an unconscious girl in his arms that he still didn't even know the name of.
A girl that he had met only a few days ago and that he hadn't had the best of encounters with..
The same girl that now lay in his arms, unconscious to the world and him.
Jack gingerly picked her light body up from the ground and adjusted her in his arms. His eyes never left her face that now seemed so deadly relaxed.
No sign of recent struggle lined her angelic features as she seemed to be immersed in a deep slumber.
He kept walking on, not even knowing where he was going when he finally looked up.
He stopped in his tracks.
He felt like he couldn't move his feet anymore. Wherehad before they had been moving on their own accord, now they seemed rooted to the spot.
Jack slowly turned his head to the side and saw the wooden double doors he had fist seen when he had landed on this story. Two ripped pieces of red rope hung from either side and were dangling, almost tauntingly making his eyes follow their movements.
His eyes moved from the ropes to the slight gap in the doors and realized that it was open.
This had to be from where the blonde had come.
Once again, Jack got that funny feeling that filled him whole. He felt like he wasn't himself anymore as he put the girl down gently.
He propped her against the wall but still, the remaining conscious part of him made sure that she wouldn't fall over.
He then straightned up and approached the door. He was literally two feet away from it and he didn't seem to be able to pry his eyes off the doors.
'Come...come to me'
A slight breeze wheezed past him and his eyes glazed over again. Something in there was luring him in, was making him giddy to go in there.
He felt like in there he would find something, someone that he lost so long ago.
And so, he took a step forward and reached out a hand. As soon as he came to touch the handle though, his whole world turned upside down.
His eyes snapped open to their full extent and he gasped loudly. He yelled out to anyone who would listen as pain shot through him, starting from his fingers and spreading into his whole body.
Hsi head started pounding and spinning on a whole new other level as he stared seeing things agai.
This time though, the images were very clear.
Two long black braids whipped around in front of his eyes as a cheery face came into view too.
Between visions, he distinguished the wide smile on a woman's face, her eyes lined with black eyeliner and a red dot right in the middle of her forehead
High pitched, giddy laughter echoed distantly in his ears as did that same tinkling sound again.
Then again, he found himself in a huge room packed with people and a sole dancing figure in the middle.
Her tinkling filled the whole room as she went about dancing and eyes laughed everytime she looked his way.
And then, the very last thing he saw was the flashing of a silver blade, slicing through the air and apparently him as the woman's laughter morphed into a deadly scream.
And with that, he went down to the ground too.
And there you go! This chapter was a big time filler and if you are rusty on a few facts, I suggest going back to previous chapters to refresh a bit since it has been so long.
Thank you for reading and don't forget to review!
Until next time,
-Alex
