So, I've got a few comments on my profile asking when the next chapter will be out, so...
I've decided to combine some of the chapters to make them longer, so I'm back on chapter ten and I need to share the rest of it with you guys. I decided not to do projects any more until I do the audio books. I would put them on my website, but sadly, it's glitching out really bad right now. Tell me in the comments if you want to be invited to these studios so I know who to invite and who not to invite.
If you've never read my book, you should probably go to my project for the first chapter and read. xD
Anyways, without further ado...
Here is the rest of Chapter Eight: The Hotel with no Wi-Fi (AKA Worst. Hotel. Ever.) (The first part is on the project >)
The events that took place the day before replayed over and over again as I stared wide-eyed at the dark hallway across the room from me.
But the voice. It didn’t sound like Kirk’s. It sounded like the voice of the large, muscular man from earlier. What if it wasn’t Kirk? What if someone actually needed help? I knew one thing for sure: I would be much more cautious than the last time I jumped head first into danger. I sped across the room and pressed my back against the wall, keeping my eyes glued on the entrance to the hallway just in case any unwanted visitors entered the room.
My hands slowly moved along the wall until they reached the entrance. I peeked around the corner just enough so that I could see who was there. I didn’t see a conniving teenager with black hair and scarlet eyes, but a shadowy figure lying on the floor. I took in a deep breath before I crept up to this figure and let out a gasp. It was the man from earlier! He didn’t look so big and strong anymore. In fact, he looked weak and vulnerable. His body was still, and blood trickled down his forehead. I crouched down next to him.
“S-Sir, are you okay?”
The man opened his eyes slightly and stared at me. I knew that he was fading fast, for his chest was slowly rising and falling. Sweat poured down his face.
“Get away from here, kid.”
The man sat up and wrapped his large hand around the collar of my shirt. He pulled me so close that I could smell his rancid breath and see the terror in his eyes. His voice was raspy, but soft.
“I-I said get out of here!” he hissed. “I don’t know who they are, but they’re dangerous. You need to get out of here before it’s too late.”
“But what about you?”
“I’m already done for. If you stay here, y-you’re a goner.”
Suddenly, I heard a raspy, shrill voice coming from the back room. “Terrance, did you hear that?”
His voice was cut off by what sounded like hissing. “Sssounds like a boy.”
The man’s gaze went to the door, then back to me. “They know you’re here, boy,” he said. “Get out of here before you end up like me!”
I stood up, my heart thumping loudly inside my chest and my eyes glued to the door. At first, I couldn’t seem to move a muscle. I was totally petrified in fear.
Finally, I was released from the trance, and I darted out the door as fast as my feet could carry me. Outside, the strong wind niped my nose, but I didn’t stop running. I dashed past the long row of doors all the way down to room twelve.
I wrapped my hand around the silver door knob and twisted it, but it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked. My mind raced as I frantically dug through my pockets, but there was no key. The creature I heard could come out any second, and I would be standing there with no place to hide. I bawled my hands into fists and pounded on the door with all my might, hoping to wake up Pete. Finally, the door opened and Pete stared down at me, confused.
I pushed my way into the room and shut the door. “Pete, they’re here.”
I locked the door and closed the old window curtains. “The Xifters. I went to get a drink of water, and I found the man from earlier lying on the ground. He was wounded. He told me that they attacked him.”
Pete’s eyes widened. “Ethan, get everything you can. We have to leave now. I’ll wake up the girls.”
Pete unlocked the door and took a quick look around before he hurried out of the room.
After he left, I kept my mind off of the recent events by packing our luggage. My hands trembled as I grabbed any necessity or clothing article that I could find.
“Ethan?” a voice said from behind me. “What’s going on?”
I glanced over my shoulder to find that Paedo, who was sleeping on the end of the bed, was now awake. His curly brown hair was tangled and his hazel eyes had dark lines under them from sleep deprivation.
“The Xifters are here. Pete went to wake up Mercy and Corrie,” I explained as I shove the last t-shirt into my bag.”
Surprised and slightly scared, Paedo climbed out of the bed. I was still slightly surprised by his appearance, but I didn’t have time to ponder on it. If we didn’t get out of there fast, all of us would be monster chow.
“Help me get these to the car.”