I know not what the future holds, but I know who holds the future.

~Author Unknown

Chapter 6

Snark Week

Robin dug his jagged nails into the palms of his hands, almost to the point of bleeding. Mona pounded furiously against the heavy door trying to attract the attention of anything. Spencer scampered to her feet and sloshed through the gushing water to the other side of the building. The well sized enclosure suddenly seemed claustrophobia inducing.

The frigid water slowly began to fill their shoes. It felt like liquid death just for them. Robin leaned against the wall, observing his diary. Mona slid her hands against the cold metal door and sank into the even colder water that lapped at the middle of her calf. Spencer made a final pound and followed suit.

Everyone was physically and mentally exhausted. It felt even worse knowing that his own fate was being held in his own two hands. He hated to admit that he had no idea how to use his diary. What use was it to him if he couldn't use it? Robin had half a mind to just toss it in the water and let it fizzle and die. Then at least it would be symbolic to his life. Not like being brutally murdered by a homicidal maniac was anymore meaningful then the other.

Mona twisted her white blonde hair around her finger. "Is this it?" She asked. For some reason it just seemed rhetorical. Several pregnant seconds went by before anyone answered.

"It's funny to me how careful we were and yet we still are going to be the first ones out." Spencer said looking and sounding especially glum.

No response came from either of them. It was painfully ironic at that. Out of all the plans and horrific scenarios they had run by, it felt like they were missing something... something huge. This thought had been tugging at the corner of his mind all day now. What were they missing? Attacks, defense, they really had covered everything. Had they?

Robin looked up blearily into the clear, bluish light that reflected from the water. He rubbed a piece of hair between his thumb and forefinger, thinking.

"You've been quiet for a while, Robin." Mona added, faux concerned. Every syllable sounded drenched with sarcasm. Her normally glistening, exotic dark green eyes looked to be dull and the color of moss or day old broccoli.

Robin eyed the oozing water and the random shark swimming in the distance. His sullen 'friends' crouched in opposite corners of the room. He really was going to die alone. He had such high hopes too.

Instead of curling in a ball, Robin was forced to stand to keep his phone dry. No new messages. All that was shown was about the shark or the water. Come to think of it, why hadn't he learned how to use it yet? Maybe he should ask Mona or Spencer, but then they'd think he was more of an idiot then he was sure they thought of him. But if he didn't ask, then he'd lose for sure...

"Do either of you know how to use your Diaries?" Robin stared at his soaked shoes.

Spencer didn't move. Mona picked at her caked hair. Even more awkward seconds passed and the water was now at their thighs.

"You mean you don't know either?" For a second Robin thought that she was staring at him but Spencer immediately looked away.

Robin nodded slowly and stared back in shock. The smartest girl, no, person he had ever met didn't even know? His ego felt relieved but his nerves intensified.

"I love it. This is team work guys." Mona added, sounding a bit too enthusiastic. "When we received our phones, what did Yukki tell you it was called?" Her overly calm demeanor vanished.

Robin thought for a moment. What did Yukki tell him? He never actually told him about anything. This whole experience seemed like a night mare. The only difference was that in his night mares, he always turned into jelly beans and was eaten by something chasing him.

Before he had time to speak, Spencer responded. "No. He only said that it had once belonged to someone else, I think."

Mona's pink lips spread into a smile/smirk. "You're lying."

Spencer's eyes widened then went back to normal size. "Care to fill me in? I mean since this is team work, Mon. You should tell us what your diary is."

"Oh, but you see, Spencer, I'm not the only one who hasn't filled you in. There are three if us, remember, Blondie?"

The life threatening aura in the room was now replaced by death glares from both girls. Robin didn't understand why girls argued like they did. This one was even more stupid because if Mona wasn't albino, she was without a doubt, blonde. Unless he was color blind, which according to Spencer was a huge possibility.
He could almost see Yukki and Muru Muru laughing hysterically at him. What did he ever do to deserve this punishment?

"H-hey wait," Robin sputtered. "Let's not fight."

Both of them turned and glowered at him. It was like this was some huge inside joke that they hadn't bothered to clue him in on.

"We're not fighting." Mona explained. "We are merely deciphering without being on friendly terms."

"What the hell does that mean?" Robin asked, his temper was rising.

"Nothing. In case you haven't noticed, this isn't the time for philosophical debating." Spencer groaned, making a face to match.

Mona rolled her shoulders back and strutted the best she could through the churning water. She glowered at Spencer and checked her phone, seemingly nonchalant. "Did either of you text me? You know, as a joke?"

Spencer snickered. "Why?"

Mona abruptly shuffled nearest to the leaking glass. "I-it's nothing." She tapped the glass. "I hope our cell phones are waterproof."

Spencer's face contorted with rage and shock. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

In this whole ordeal, Robin hadn't said anything. Mona was Mona. Not an idiot. Spencer would never seem to understand that she loved yanking her chain. Although, if their phones were waterproof, there was that bastard of a shark to swim past. Frankly, he'd rather drown. Just a personal preference.

Robin felt his attention switch to the sun shining in. He could almost see people straining their necks to get an early glimpse of the dolphins that once resided here. Robin's brain unfortunately altered him back to the real world. Spencer and Mona had engaged themselves into a cat-fight. His neck craned. Was it his imagination or was someone really outside?

His iPhone lit up with Flight of the Bumblebees. His companions, if you could call them that, were still bickering. Goosebumps rose up his arms.

It read: Sorry for being so uncivil. Don't worry this isn't your end quite yet.
Hint: check the door again.

"Can you give me a hand?" Robin asked, dazed. His knees felt ready to betray him any minute. He shifted through the water making no noise. It felt as if his legs were encased in the gross tasting blue jello. His shaking fingers finally touched the door's metal handle. Using every force left in his body, he rammed his shoulder against it. Instead of near breaking his shoulder, the door flew open, water pouring out, sweeping him away.

"I-I thought the door was locked.." Mona whispered. Robin suddenly had a problem believing her. Her track record wasn't an enviable one.

The three were swept out. Mona laughed giddily. Spencer looked like crying. But Robin felt unnerved. Who unlocked the door? Why? This all felt staged and wrong. Someone was watching them.

"Let's get out of here before they change their minds..."

"Miss Drew, give that back!" Wyatt wailed attempting to stretch his 4'9 sized body. After their emotional revelation, they had given all standard information to each other and went to someplace slightly more pleasant then an alley.

Wyatt was better known to her as an underachieving genius. He really was years above his age of ten, but his actions didn't seem to match. He acted much of what seemed like impulse. He frowned for a good ten minutes after Drew had apologized for beating him up, he still scowled in that annoying way only ten year old boys could do. This was fixed with a strawberry ice cream and a promise to see her diary. Yeah right. The ice cream was fine but she wasn't about to let anyone touch her Diary. Which is why she took his. She figured that she might as well figure out how his worked.

From what she could see, his Diary, an old notebook, read events exactly ten minutes before they were to happen. Not much time to do much with if he had to escape, but hey. To each their own. He seemed pretty proud of it so she decided to spare this kid's dream crushing for another day.

"If I give it back, someone might steal it. Like I did." Drew smiled, holding him back with one arm. He still reminded her of someone but she couldn't deduce who it was. Maybe a cousin that had punched her or had puked at an awkward time. Something like that.

"That's but fair. You promised to let me see your Diary," Wyatt whined. Drew paid no attention, flipping through his actual notes. He was a brilliant writer. Drew tried writing in high school, but gave up after seeing that writer's block did a number on her brain. Even then, she was no match for Wyatt. Wyatt Butler. It seemed to roll of the tongue easily. His name was perfect to be the newest Charles Dickens or J.K. Rowling. It was quirky, like him.

Wyatt sighed loudly. "Fine. Just give it back in five minutes." He paused. "Can we get something to eat in the mean time?" Wyatt scrunched his face into the best puppy dog face Drew had ever seen.

She shrugged. "Fine."

Drew and Wyatt walked three blocks over to a trendy diner called Dina's. A bell greeted them as the door opened. Old movie posters and playbills were plastered on the walls. When Drew was younger, this had been her favorite place to eat because someone had told her that all rising stars are there-something she wanted to be at the time.

She drummed her uncut nails on the podium waiting for someone to take them to her sears. A version of Where Is Love played softly through we'll hidden speakers. An old poster of The Lion King was still in the same place and condition that she had remembered it. She couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

Wyatt's violet eyes seemed even more vivid as he peeked around to see the whole area. His mouth formed into a giant O. "Are we really eating here, Miss Drew?"

Drew nodded. "Yeah. Don't call me Miss Drew. It makes me sound old."

"But you are old." Wyatt snickered good naturedly.

Drew felt a vein pop out on her neck. "I'm not old! I'm only 19!" She humphed and placed her hands on her hips. Her nondescript jeans and lemon yellow shirt looked ragged. She needed new clothes but she hated shopping so that was a pointless thought.

"Welcome to Dina's. Sorry for the wait. Follow me." A bored sounding teenage girl with a slight hunch led them to their tables. She gave them
menus and left without saying anything.

"Order what you want. It's on me." Drew smiled, feeling victorious. She had always wanted to say that to someone.

"Cool! Thanks!" Wyatt flipped furiously through the menu. Watching him made it look like he was a kid if average intellect. There was one question that was bugging her about him though. Why did he trust her so easily? She had him in a chokehold and threatened to kill him, was he really that naïve? What if he was wrong about her? She could be on a mission to kill him (she wasn't) and he would never know. His face lit up like a Christmas tree every time he flipped a page. Maybe he was..

"Are y'all ready yet?" The rude waitress was back.

Wyatt nodded and pointed at a picture. The ebony haired waitress in return scribbled it down. "You want anything?" Drew couldn't stand her nasally fake southern accent.

"I'm alright."

"Ma'am we have strict policies to not let people just sit here." The waitress, apparently named Jane replied stoically.

Drew rolled her eyes. Was she kidding? "Fine then I'll have what he's having."

"Okay. Fine. Typical answer." Jane walked away smacking on a piece of gum. It disappointed her a bit to know that she was allowed to eat off the kid's menu... Bitch.

"Why didn't you want anything?" Wyatt cocked his head. He really did look like a puppy.

"Not hungry." Right on cue, like it was taken straight out of a cheesy TV show, Drew's stomach growled.

"Right." Wyatt mused, unconvinced. "So your one of those girls, huh?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"One of those girls who diet and stuff. Mama used to do that. It was really annoying."

"I am not!" Drew hissed.

"Are too!" Wyatt smirked.

"I am not for the last time! People are staring!" And on cue again growl.

Wyatt tried visibly to contain his laughter but to no avail. "Your really funny!" He guffawed. His voice boomed throughout the crowded room. People were now for sure staring. All of a sudden amongst his spurts of laughter arise a sound that sounded slightly piggish.

"Was that a snort I heard?" Drew teased. Ah, the tables had been turned.

"N-no." Wyatt stuttered.

"Oink oink," Drew mimicked. The poor boy's face had turned very red. This was too easy.

"Knock it off!" Wyatt leaned over, almost knocking over his vintage Coca Cola glass.

"Aw, your so cute, wittle piggy." Before he could respond an official looking man that had a shiny head glared at the two of them. Her insults ceased immediately. He looked peeved and embarrassed. It left a strange feeling in the air.

There was an opening that she couldn't miss. "Why do you trust me so much?" She instantly regretted saying that.

He shrugged. "Because you don't seem like a bad person."

How could she not seem like a bad person? She had beaten the crap out of him not even an hour ago, for goodness sakes! Drew laughed at pain. She usually hated children. Hell, she obviously had no problem attacking them.

"And I know I'm going to win!" Wyatt beamed. Drew grinned at his pure little boy act, which she was starting to think wasn't really an act. Only someone so innocent could make light of killing someone.

Drew didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything. It had only been forty minutes and she even wanted him to win. He deserved it...

"I hope you win too..."

Author's Note: According to my phone's dictionary, a snark is an invisible creature... Just some food for thought. I woke up this morning and wanted to kill myself because school starts back up. Ugh. I have crafts though! Anyways, review please! I'd love it! Thanks for reading! :3