I woke up the next morning with a feeling of comfort. I felt relaxed. Content. Happy somehow. But as good as it was, it felt wrong. I shouldn't be comfortable; this is the Clue Hunt, the deadliest 'scavenger' hunt ever done. It's where kids pretend to be murderers, and adults become murderers. Being relaxed and comfortable has no place in the Hunt, at least for Dan and me. The Kabras, on the other hand, can afford to take a break every once in a while. Heck, they don't even need to join the Hunt. They have the money, the resources…
The Kabras!
Just like that, everything came back to me with a bang. Well, most of it. I can only remember the parts when they snuck into our room… oh, right. Natalie shot us with that stupid dart gun of hers. What kind of parents allow their kids to carry dart guns around with them, you ask? Isabel and Vikram Kabra, that's who.
If I was here, on this comfortably soft bed with matching fluffy pillows, then where was Dan? I needed to find him if I want to get out of here.
I sat up on the bed and looked around the room for the first time. It was huge, bigger than any room that I've stayed in. It had a home-y feel to it, but there was an underlying sense of danger.
Across the room was a wooden desk with intricate carvings running down the sides. Beside that were two doors. On either side of me were two bedside tables, each one holding a lamp. The walls were covered with paintings, which I found puzzling because I thought paintings were a Janus thing. The floor was covered with a thick, gold carpet. I touched it tentatively with my big toe, in case there were booby traps. There weren't.
The carpet was so soft, I realized, planting both feet firmly on the ground. I wouldn't mind sleeping on it. I stood up, relishing the feel of the fluffy materials beneath my toes. It was springy, too. Dan would probably use his as a trampoline.
Dan!
Okay, Amy, focus. Keep your head in the game, or else either Dan or you will end up dead.
Considering our other options, that ain't half-bad.
Okay, I know I don't deserve this anymore, after saying that I would discontinue, but I realized that I don't want to. I have not plot, no idea, but I want to continue. It's a challenge, and I can't resist challenges.
This isn't a whole chapter, this is just a symbol of my little promise to you guys that I will continue, and I won't stop until I finish.
I still need help, though. Any ideas for what will happen to this story? I know there are some awesome 39C writers out there, so what should happen with this story? It's going to be and AmyIan fic, but I'm leaning towards the "they-want-to-be-together-but-they-just-can't-so-they-avoid-each-other-but-they-really-like-each-other" ending. That way, there might be a chance for a sequel.
I will do the supernatural twist bit, and I'll try to infuse all those wonderful ideas into it. It won't be strictly AmyIan, but there will be hints. Oh, and I'm going to start from the very first book, Maze of Bones. Like a rewrite, but with a twist. It won't follow the plot to-the-letter, but you can tell where I got from the books and where I added my twists.
Love ya'll. Review and tell me what you think should happen to the story, 'kay?