This choice: ..a fellow boy classmate from school. • Go Back...Chapter #5A Nerd From School by: Gator   Rushing into the room and tugging the door shut behind him with seemingly all the strength he can muster is a boy you recognize from school. One of the nerds: Marvin... at least, that's what you think his name. Being the 'cool' kid that you are, you had always kept your distance from them whenever possible, least their association taint your image.
He doesn't notice you at first, his focus instead shooting immediately to the door handle, scouring it up-and-down in a desperate fashion. He seems to be looking for a lock of some kind - or any kind. Realizing soon enough that there isn't one, he turns around, pressing his back against the door, and then notices you.
He points right at you. "Y-You!" He wheezes. "Y-Y-You're from school! What are you doing here?"
From the vague recollections you have of him, Martin was always neat and tidy in the classroom. Here, he looks like he's just escaped a tornado. His short-cut, ginger hair is a dishevelled mess; his glasses sit uneven on his face, very well looking like they'll fall off with the slightest movement; his eyes are wide and glistening, infested with lingering fear and near tears; his breathing is fast and heavy; his white shirt has a chunk ripped out of it on his left shoulder, while his black trousers have a patch missing over his right knee, revealing red, bruising skin; his whole body is trembling, most obvious in the outstretched arm with which he's point at you, and occasional a much more poignant rattle takes hold of him.
His ragged state honestly makes you feel very uneasy, but you keep your unease hidden.
"Came to check the place out. See if it's cool place for a cool dude like me." Your response comes with a tone of light superiority. You can feel your "cool guy persona" from school starting to resurface in the presence of this nerd. Then you question him, "What are you doing here?"
Marvin sighs as he allows his outstretched arm to fall to his side. "I... got dared to go in here. It was only supposed to be a few seconds, but the front door locked behind me! I've been stuck in here since then."
"It locked behind you? How long have you been in here?"
"Two and a half hours ago, I'm pretty sure. Listen, we've got to find a way out of here! And quickly!"
"Why? It doesn't seem so bad." You say, lightly motioning to the pretty room around you.
Marvin shakes his head continuously. "That's what the people who run this place want you to think! The owner... she's the witch from Hansel and Gretel and this casino is her gingerbread house! She's luring people in so she and her cohorts can... can..." His voice grew low, sounding as if he couldn't believe it himself. "... Eat them."
Your expression turns incredulous. You can't believe it. "No way!"
"Yes way!" Marvin near yelled. A look of horror overtakes him as he realizes his outburst's volume, and he glances back over his shoulder at the door. "I've seen them doing it! I have! They almost got me too. We have to get out of here and tell everyone what's happening in here! S-So help me out or not!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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