Breathing a sigh of relief from her evasion attempt, Annette traversed the hall that was now becoming familiar to her.
As she walked, she could then hear the sound of laughter from the main room. This was enough to put a spring in her step, and move just a bit faster to her destination.
“Okay, Sagebear! Now speak!” After Shark was done giving his request, Sagebear could be heard barking, much to the delight of the others in the group.
Annette was too afraid to even move as The Builder proceeded to take a step at a time before her. She remained on her knees until they were close enough to her.
Then, The Builder lifted up one of their feet, and placed it on her face. Within seconds, they roughly pushed her to the ground.
With a yelp, Annette hit the floor for at least the third time. As she turned to her side, their knife was shoved in front of her face. Continue Reading
Horse-Face was mildly grateful that The Builder had gone off and disappeared. It gave him the chance to go back into his room and check on The Mother.
Clambering to his room, he felt a chill as he walked by Sunny and Moony’s room. He tried to shake it off, and went into his own room.
To his surprise and confusion, it looked as though The Mother had shifted position. More specifically, she had somehow moved enough to topple to the floor.
Annette tried not to yelp as she felt the poke of The Builder’s knife in her back. On either side of her stood the remaining two assistants, who’d had both their share of jabs already.
“Hey, you know what might get us to move faster?” She asked her deranged spouse while turning her head to look at them. “Actually letting us go look. You know, instead of leading us around like cattle?”
Her request just agitated them even more. They sheathed their knife, only to step forward and smack her against the face with the back of their hand.
Waiting for the group to come back proved to take too long.
Amelia left her spot by the window to get ready for bed. Some time earlier, her sister had retreated into Emit’s library, looking for any helpful clues.
She had been in there for so long, without so much as a bathroom break. Amelia was beginning to get quite worried. Continue Reading
“Boy, when’d you get a hold of that?” As everyone was once again walking through the hidden passage, following Ox-Head, Dennis took note of what Shark managed to stick under his arm.
Holding it up, Shark looked over the book, and shrugged. “Oh, this? I don’t know, Sinbad had it with him. I guess it was important.”
Indeed, the book that he had gave off an air of great value. The sun emblem that shone on the cover looked like it was made of pure gold. Shark was certain he had to be careful with it.
“I thought I had this on securely enough…” Horse-Face picked up the sheet that had ostensibly fallen off The Mother while he was gone. This time, he made sure it was better covering her.
Once she was covered again, he stepped back and sat down on his bed. He then slumped down and pressed his hands against his mask.
It seemed only now that he was recognizing the potential repercussions. He didn’t even know how he managed to get away with it. The Twin knew everything, and it was very likely they’d know what he did.
(We now return to our irregularly scheduled literary garbage…)
Annette could only hope that the story about who the clones were would at least get through Sinbad’s mind. She made sure to be as clear as she could in disclosing Julian’s true parentage.
Each word she said, though, Sinbad and the others became increasingly disturbed. Annette had expected that reaction, but certainly not to the degree she was seeing.
“Look, I get you’re not going to believe me on this, but…” Interestingly, Sinbad’s reaction wasn’t just anger. It was more disbelief and anger.
“Don’t go that way!” Horse-Face’s companion tried in vain to keep up with the fleeing group. Not even lifting up the bottom of his cloak to keep his feet clear seemed to help.
Annette could only stand where she was as she, The Twin, and Ox-Head watched the young man go as far as he could before he tripped. It was only then that Annette ran over to help him.
“You all right, kid?” She almost didn’t notice that his hood had flipped off his head.
Marc was still trembling profusely as he was gently laid onto the table in the hidden room. Everyone else surrounded him and tried to get him to calm down.
“You’re gonna be all right, Marc,” Harwood told him as he gently smoothed out his hair.
“Yeah, bro!” Sinbad added as he stood at Marc’s side. “Don’t let something like a severed arm be what does you in!”