Woo. This is the farthest I've gotten on a story in a while. I hope you guys like. This story should have 15 chapters to it. That's what I'm planning anyway. There's only so much you can write about one location in one day. Anyway please review and make me a happy camper and chapter 9 should be up soon.
Chase could die. House closed his eyes and looked away from the young man. The older doctor couldn't bear the thought of Chase lying dead in front of him at the hands of this fucking demon. House's shoulders slumped as he realized that if Chase did die, if Wilson died, if Jasper became under the control of this thing then it would be all his fault. He had signed their death warrant, he had doomed Chase to a horrible death by entering this place. Chase and Wilson were right he was a stupid arrogant jackass.
"House are you ok?" Chase asked.
"I'm sorry," House mumbled and Chase was certain he was hearing things; House didn't apologize to anyone for anything.
"What for?" Chase asked.
"Dammit Chase you know what for," House growled and Chase frowned.
"House this isn't your fault, you couldn't have known that any of this was going to happen, if I had explained it to you earlier you would have sent me straight to the psych ward and gone by yourself and if you had you'd be dead by now ok, don't worry alright we're all going to get out of here in one piece," Chase said as he moved closer to House and put a comforting hand on his shoulder when what he really wanted was to draw the older man to him and hug him tightly. But he figured that House would just push him away so instead he squeezed House's shoulder, trying to convey that he wouldn't let anything hurt them.
"How can you be so sure?" House asked softly.
Chase smiled "Just trust me ok." House nodded and Chase felt his heart swell with happiness at the fact that House was trusting him with the second most valuable thing he had, his life. Now if Chase could get them out of the school maybe he could convince House to trust him with his most valuable item, his heart.
"Come on, lets get moving, we have to get out of here soon before someone comes to look for us and they get trapped in here too," Chase said, taking charge once more.
Chase cautiously poked his head out of the cafeteria door and pointed his flashlight down both ends and was relieved to see nothing at either ends.
The blonde made a motion that all was fine and that they should move quickly. Chase led them out into the hall, his gun drawn and facing out in front of him, every now and again looking behind him to make sure they weren't being followed.
"Stop Robbie," Jasper said and the three stopped as Jasper stood in front of door partly blocked by rubble.
Chase reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his last clip and looked at it for a moment. It was amazing how much of his life had come down to how many bullets he had left. Emptying the magazine of the spent clip he reloaded his gun and pulled back the slide, he was ready for whatever lay ahead, he had to be.
"Chase don't do this there has to be another way out of here," Wilson pleaded.
"There isn't, I wish there was but there's not," Chase said as he began to clear away the rubble around the door.
Jasper stood by helplessly and he couldn't help but think as always that this would be the last thing that the blonde ever did.
"Come on, help me with this," Chase said over his shoulder.
House and Wilson looked at each other before reluctantly moving to help the young doctor.
They cleared away most of the rubble and the four stood and stared at the metal push door. There was no telling what was behind it and Chase swallowed down his fear and pointed his gun out in front of him.
"Stay close," Chase said before hesitantly pushing the door open.
"It's a trap."
Chase let go of the door and it slammed shut with an ominous bang as the four turned to see a brown haired teen girl with part of her skull bashed in standing a few paces away from them down the hall.
"Stay back," Chase said as he pointed his gun at her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said, holding her hands up in surrender but Chase did not lower his weapon.
"Who are you?" Chase asked.
"My name is Rose Carlisle," she said. Chase looked her over and found that she had no visible burns on her body, just like the blonde girl hadn't when she had attacked House.
"You have no burns," he said and she smiled.
"I wasn't killed in the fire, I was murdered a few days before it happened," she said.
Chase's eyes widened "The janitor killed you," he said in realization.
Rose nodded her head "He killed five girls but I'm the only one not under control of the demon."
"I don't believe you," Chase said he had too much experienced at being betrayed by seemingly friendly ghosts to take her word.
"I swear to you that I'm only trying to help, look at my eyes, spirits under control of the demon have gold eyes."
She had brown eyes, no hint of gold at all. He lowered the gun a bit but kept his finger on the trigger.
"Why do you want to help us?" Chase asked.
"Because without you I can't get out of this place, all I want to do is be at peace but I can't here, that's your job isn't it?" Rose asked "The walker of the dead is supposed to vanquish evil and free spirits isn't it?"
"Yes that is my job," Chase said.
"Then listen to me, if you're dead you can't help me, when you go down take a left instead of a right, the spirits plan to ambush you but they won't be as organized if you go the other way," she said.
"This is your call love," Jasper said as Chase looked over at him to see what he should do.
Chase bit his bottom lip, she could be leading them into a trap as well but from the way things looked it didn't seem like he had much choice, either way he turned down there could be deadly.
"Alright," he said lowering his gun all the way and she smiled thankfully at him.
"I can help you fight as well, I want a crack at the man who took my life," she said.
"Fine, we can use the extra fighter, come on," Chase said as Rose walked over to them.
Chase pushed the door open once more and stepped into the darkness; House, Wilson, Jasper, and Rose right behind him.