Chapter 2 of Jinxed Shadow…enjoy, and remember: rubber, glue
S's View
I make my way into my hotel room. After I find the bed in a hidden room, I fall down on it back first, arms spread out. It's been a long day, and it's still technically day. I need a rest, for tonight's work.
Just as I'm about to drift into the surprising happiness of sleep, a knock comes on my door. When I try to ignore it, it knocks again.
"What!" I shout.
The door bursts open, foot first, and a man with white make up on his face and black mascara on his eyes, flies into the room with what looks like a backpack helicopter. He soars in and stops the helicopter backpack blades. He hits the ground with a loud thud that probably ticked the neighbors below me off. The man smiles a bit before revealing a blanket from his shirt.
"Are you going to do a magic trick?" I ask.
The man sighs, but replies.
"No, this is the Shroud of Shadows, if worn, it turns you invisible," he says.
I raise my eyebrow. This man said that he could provide me with a tool I needed. The only reason I said yes was because he looks Goth. Now, I'm not so sure.
"What is your name anyway?" I ask.
"Jack Spicer: Evil Boy Genius," he speaks out firmly and commandingly.
I just stare at him, eyes and mouth straight, no reaction in mind.
"Watch; Shroud of Shadows!" he calls out.
He throws the blanket up and it lands on him, covering every limb of his body. In an instant, he disappears from sight, blanket and all. I'm surprised, to say the least. He then takes the blanket off and tosses it to me. Almost as fast as he disappeared from my vision, he returns to it. I catch the blanket and look at it closely. I look back up at the man, a cheesy smile on his face.
"Thank you, um, Mr. Spicer, this will do wonders for me," I say.
He looks at me closely before offering out his hand. I raise my fur-filled eyebrow at him.
"What?" I ask.
"I do get some kind of reward, right?" he asks.
Fair trade, I see. I sigh and then get out my phone. I dial a number I was told to dial in case I wanted to talk to my cohorts. The phone rings once, twice, three times until the Dr. on the other side picks up.
"Shadow?" she asks.
"Yes, Dr. Amy, it is me, Shadow, look, I know we already have a 34, 33, 33 deal, but I think we can make it a quarter split," I say.
There is a pause on the other line, and I can hear her tapping her chin and humming to herself. I can also hear her exasperation as she makes a cheery noise.
"Yepperdoodles, it's all good with me. But Ron might want to know," she says.
"Already on it," I say.
I hang the phone up before Amy can continue talking. She's a great girl, and a wonderful scientist, but every time she talks, I just want to punch her. I look back at Jack, still standing there, now playing with his thumbs.
"You're in. You'll get 25%. Now, your job is to blend in with the crowd, become one with the Goths. You are one, right?" I ask.
He opens his mouth to reply, but quickly closes it. He rubs his chin a bit, stuck in thought. I sigh and start feeling my forehead.
"Well you look like one, so it'll have to do. Now, tonight, I want you to…"
That fades out into a whisper as we disappear into the other person's perspective.
J's View
I venture into the "Hall of Hate" as it said in the brochure. As I look up, I see it's called the "Hall of Happiness". I swear to god, if nobody's looking, this place will burn to the ground. Anyway, I make me way inside and look to see a divide. To the left, there is a bunch of fellow Goths, angry at missing at the boat, while to the right; you got a bunch of happy go lucky people. With a sigh, I go sit with my fellow Goths.
At the table I'm sitting at, I notice the chick from the docks who stayed, Lydia, and a few others. One of them has red hair with white highlights going down to their neck, a green top with white lace and a black top over it, black gloves, and black pants.
Another one has long black hair, going past the chair, and a blue long dress that reaches to the floor. The third person is a chick with black going to her mouth, yellow ribbons in her hair, a black long sleeve top with a heart in the center, and purple and gray striped pants. She also looks like she's not even old enough to drive.
Before any of us have any real chance to talk, a man comes up to the stage and begins to speak.
"Hello, everybody, my name is Samnex. I have brought us all together for the wonderful Island of Paradise," he says.
Everybody on my side of the room doesn't say anything. No, we just sit there, our glares stuck on the guy up there.
He's seated on both sides with tables. On the left of him, lies an older female with a yellow overcoat and white hair, and that Jennie robot I saw earlier. On his right are Cynthia *shudder*, and a large black suited like person.
"I'm sure that most of you, mainly the left side of the room, wish to leave, but alas, you can not. All the boats and planes have departed. That being said, you are all stuck here until it ends. So, have some fun for once in your dark lives," he says, an unrequited dislike in his voice.
Oh, trust me; there will be some fun, some unlucky fun. I can't help but smirk at my own comment. I can see Cynthia look over at me, her eyes stuck on me, despite her smile still being active. I was kidding, sheesh. Her eyes then look over to the other goths in the room. Oh yeah, fun. After a sigh that I think will become permanent on this island, the doors in the room burst open.
Everybody who's everybody, including the perky ones, looks behind at the doorway, and who is standing in it; it's some kid with white face paint and black mascara; hm, must be fashionably late to the party. He marches in and goes over to sit with us. He takes a chair out and twirls it around on his pointer finger before plopping in. Almost immediately after he sits down, he's making small talk with one of the girls at the table. She has white face paint as well and looks like her blue hair and wrapping around her whole body. She tries to ignore him, but can't take her eyes off him. It's almost like she's stuck on him.
Samnex clears his throat before going off on a speech of how the Island of Paradise is more than a get together for people like them. That's when I phased out.
Later on, I made my way back to my room. Now, a key in the keyhole, I look around a bit. I notice something intriguing to me. A character that's black with red striping. Could it be…? No…no, it can't be. I also look over the opposite direction to see the man who stormed into the auditorium walk into a room. Behind him, the girl from earlier with the blue hair and a few other goths are right behind him. They look at the man as if they are a bunch of cheerleaders in love with the jock. The door shuts and they snap out of it. They look around before walking away in opposite directions. I shake my head at them and start to open my door, when Cynthia appears.
"Hello Alexia!" she shouts.
I go back into the door, holding my heart. She spooked me, I'll admit it. With a release of breath, I straighten my skirt out.
"Don't call me that!" I shriek.
She shrugs before continuing.
"I just wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be anymore problems with your powers," she says.
Her voice is still as perky as ever, even when discussing melodramatic topics. With a sigh, I reply.
"No, of course not. Go to bed Cynthia, it's late," I say.
She smiles and gives me a female like hug. I resist the urge to use my powers by clenching a fist.
"Okay then, just making sure," she says.
And with that, she is off skipping down the hall. With a sigh, I enter into my door.
After closing and locking it, I make my way over to my bed. I throw my boots off and fall down onto it on my back, arms spread out. I roll over to face the window and notice that it's open. With curiosity, I get up and close it before locking it tight. When I turn around, I see two blue eyes staring right at me. I fall back against the hard window, hard. My vision turns to black, with the last sight I see being the face of a man with a blue aura around him. Dude's kinda hot, but a creeper.
That'd be that for now, and remember, rubber-glue.