AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Chapter Eleven: Remember, Remember,
"So, anyway, door, open, we should go." Melinda said gesturing to the now open doorway. Thick darkness lay in the room so the gang each got a flashlight. Upon shining them into the room, they expected a pantry, but instead it was a long narrow hallway with many others leading off.
"Looks like we'll have to split up again." Fred said as he noticed the five cross-sections. "Daphne and I'll go on the end left. Shaggy and Scooby, I don't want you two going alone because I have a feeling if it's not Melinda, they'll think of you next as you seem the weakest. No offense."
"It's ok Fred." Shaggy nodded. He was used to hearing it.
"So you'll go with Melinda and Velma on the opposite hallway because no one under any circumstances, especially you three," He singled out Melinda, Shaggy, and Scooby. "Are to be left alone. Got it?"
"Got it!"
Daphne and Fred set off down their hallway and found that it led off in two different directions. They flipped a coin and decided on going to the left. While walking down the long passage, Daphne began to feel a chill. She assumed it was the drafty corridors and kept moving. After a few minutes though, she got an especially vibrant chill. Fred stopped walking when he noticed she had stopped and stood there shaking with her arms wrapped tightly about herself, teeth chattering.
"Daphne, are you ok?" He asked walking over. She sank to the floor on her knees. Now Fred knew for sure something was wrong, Daphne would never kneal on dirty floor in her new pink stockings. He knelt beside her and put a hand to her forehead, she was freezing. He knew she wouldn't get up so he moved to pick her up and carry her. When he almost had her, she fainted and he staggered backwards because of the sudden shift in weight support. Fred looked down the hall to where she just came from to see what had given her the chill. He saw nothing and continued to walk. He heard a rush of movement behind him and whirled around.
"Hello?" He called out. The only thing that answered was his echo. He turned back around and bumped into what he hoped was wall. He looked up, there stood a tall man wearing Musketteer clothing and, strangly, a Guy Fawkes mask. The figure had a French sword in hand and an old-fashioned French gun at his belt. His mask smiled in an overlarge, twisted smile. The eyes stared unblinkingly at Fred and refused to give any sign of movement. A hand rose up touched Fred upon the cheek.
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gun-powder treason and plot. I know of no reason the gun-powder treason should ever, be, forgot." He recited in a slow voice. From his belt he pulled his gun. "Remember, remember."
Shaggy, Scooby, Melinda, and Velma were walking down their own hallway. Melinda, most likely bored or nervous, began playing with her magic, not surprisingly the color they saw before. She continued to walk without noticing she had walked ahead of everybody else. She gasped in surprise when she knocked into something solid and fell to the floor below, her concentration broken so releasing her magic back within her. She grabbed her flashlight and looked up at what she had knocked into. She sighed in relief when she saw it was Harry. But wait, what was he doing down here?
Me: Just a little note, no I am not using themes from V for Vendetta, though I do love that movie, though I have used the Guy Fawkes mask. Guy Fawkes was a historical figure, so therefore I can use him for whatever story I want, not just V for Vendetta.
All others: Hope you enjoy!