This place is dead.
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@Death No, sorry.
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Thank you~ Would you like to read some of the fanfiction?
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Sure~
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Awe.
Maru, is your facebook a name and in the end Maru is brackets? Are you friends with Lyssa? -
Yay~
The floor just below that one showed more promise. At least the doors were on the hinges. He led his partners through, this time at a much more brisk pace. Doors were thrown open now, weapons taking aim at nothing in particular in each one so no one had time to react, and when one room had been thoroughly inspected- each one taking the whole of thirty seconds with Train standing guard outside each door while his two partners tore the room apart until there was nowhere left to hide- they moved onto the next.
Activity was minimal, excluding the occasional outward collapse of the contents of a few closets which often took several seconds of pointed glares and held breath to make sure no one burst out laughing. Train knew he couldn't be angry about this. They were wandering around in the pitch black groping around for a target they still hadn't found. If anything, they could blame the economy for catering this criminal and rewarding his corruption with this huge and very much unnecessary manor. This whole thing was becoming a nuisance. How many rooms could one house possibly have? How many did it need? More importantly, how many times had the floorboards above them creaked now?
Train had counted eight, but he'd been forcing himself to disregard it. Raenef's skittishness had probably just rubbed off on-
CREAK
"Oh, hell."
Raenef and Creed glanced up from their work to meet Train's eyes, which had suddenly hardened. His teeth were clenched tightly so that he began to wonder if they might snap. He couldn't really afford to worry about that, though. Because in that second, he'd been careful, he'd been focused. He'd been sure to pull himself from his thoughts and listen only to the sounds that were truly, physically there. And that had definitely been a footstep directly above their heads.
His partners straightened up, turning to face him.
"What is it?" Creed asked, his voice dropping low to accomodate Train's newfound panic.
"Someone knows we're here." Train hissed, turning on his heel to face outward. "We're leaving. Now."
He started off without waiting for a reply, and though his partners were soon at his heels and keeping perfect pace, some part of him was starting to feel the pressure, giving under an urgent feeling that they were not going to get away. He picked up the pace, not really sure where he thought they were gonna go. Up was no longer an option. Whoever was there had definitely already taken the upstairs.
"Rooms with windows. A decent sized window. We need to get out."
The two behind him immediately began muttering between themselves. None of the rooms on this level had windows. None of them.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive. That's kind of weird, now that I think about it. Kind of like.."
Creed trailed off, and Train paused, turning sharply to meet the alarmed eyes of both his partners.
"Find a way out, Rae. I don't care what way. We need to get out right now."
The blond rushed ahead, glancing around hurriedly while Train and Creed kept their eyes trained on him.
"No.. no.. no.." The boy was pacing the hallway at this point, having abandoned the idea of finding an escape in any given room. He sounded close to tears now, panic bringing his voice to a pitch that was almost painful to the ear.
"What's wrong?"
"Everything's sealed off. What is this? How could someone live in a house like this? No one lives here, Train. It's a trap house. It's a trap house, and I got you both into it I'm so sorry!"
His panicked words seemed to implode in on themselves at the last second, leaving him with gasping cries.
Train took him by the shoulders, shaking him violently.
"Raenef. Hey, Rae! Look at me." it took a moment for the boy to quiet himself, still breathing heavily, and look up at Train with watery eyes. Train couldn't help but feel like he'd just shaken a baby into submission. "We're gonna run now. I need you to be quiet and run with us. Let's go."
Train let go of him then, keeping his eyes on him for a moment until he saw him nod, then turned and started running, moving toward the stairs at the fastest pace he could manage without stumbling in the dark. It seemed to him he was doing a lot more tripping than he should. This was a trap house. That was unmistakable. From the looks of it, someone had gone to a tremendous effort to box them in them here.
They descended the staircase, more jumping over the railing than actually taking the steps, until they hit the lowest level they could achieve. It definitely wasn't a basement, meaning this house either didn't have one, or the path down to it was in a different place. That was irrelevant. A basement was the last place they wanted to be right then.
The steps above them had given up on subtlety and had begun a thunderous pursuit down the stairs. Now that no attempt at stealth was being made, it was alarmingly clear just how many were here. Not an individual or a close group, as Train had hoped. It sounded like a small army.
"s---. s---. s---, s--- s--- s---.." the word started out as a breathy snarl before trailing off and becoming more of a monotonous chant as he took off across the floor, his partners at his heels. Luckily, the front door wasn't hard to find. Less fortunately, he found it locked up tight with no visible way to open it from the inside.
Yeah, Deathly. That's the name my mom gave me. I don't like it, and I want my name to be Maru. Please respect that. -
The line breaks disappeared.. Dammit. e-e
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I will. I'm sending you a friend request. And no, that's a made up name for my profile.
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I like it~ c: You're an awesome writer, Maru.
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Thank you much. :3 I shall accept it momentarily.
Thank you, Ana. ^w^ That means a lot coming from you. -
Aw, no problem gurlie. :3 It's true.
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D'aww. @^@ Ju makeh me blush.
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Blushing causes cute Japanese emoticons. ^////^
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So it would seem. ewe
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