Camp Cheng (CONTINUED)

~CHAPTER 30~

(A/N: Woah... Chapter 30...

Some sort of milestone? YAY! AND 15k! Thanks. So much. I mean it. 

Goal: to make everyone cry by the end of the chapter- except -Art3mis because Jellyfish is gonna be all bada** and say that it didn't make her cry.

Marinette's POV

I'd never been claustrophobic, but I'd suddenly gained a while new respect for those who were. It's a terrible feeling- the environment closing in around you, feeling trapped, suffocated.

Slowly but surely, the walls were closing in.

"Uh... anyone figured that riddle out yet?"

"No Bridge, not since the last time you asked 5 seconds ago!"

"C'mon, you're smart, you should've solved it by now!"

"Well, I'm sorry if being in this suffocating room- which, might I add, is bringing us to our impending deaths- is making it a bit hard to think!"

"Guys!" I intervened, stepping in between them. "Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere!"

They sighed.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry Bridgette, I'm just stressed." Felix apologized.

My sister sighed. "No, it's my fault, sorry for being pushy."

"No, it's my fault really!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Fine, it's both of our faults, how does that sound?"

"Better than you pinning the blame on yourself."

They smiled at each other.

I cleared my throat, and they snapped back to attention (do I even have to say it? They were both red as a tomato). "Now that we've cleared that up, how about we actually get to trying to get out of this place? How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a great way to not die."

We all gathered around the paper again.

Just as we were really, really, not getting anywhere, a sudden jolt in the walls made us look up. I almost screamed at what had happened.

The wall had suddenly lurched towards us in one massive leap, and was now closing in again, this time a whole lot faster. As in, we had about-

"Thirty seconds." Felix breathed. Then louder: "We have thirty seconds to figure out this thing before we all die!"

"Okay ummm..." Bridgette looked around desperately. "Square! Rectangle? Triangle. Star. A line...?"

Felix and I stared.

"What?" She shrugged. "It was worth a shot!"

"Twenty seconds, guys!"

I looked around desperately as the walls pushed at us. By this point, we were all huddled against the one wall from which the spikes did not appear from, flattening our bodies in a frail attempt to buy a couple of precious seconds.

Bridgette continued to call out random shapes. Felix continued to think carefully about the riddle. Something inside me- a gut feeling, you could call it (A/N: No, I'm not calling it Spidey-sense) – was telling me that the answer was far simpler than we'd first thought.

"Ten seconds..."

I absentmindedly stretched my hand out, as if the answer would appear right in front of me. However, I withdrew it quickly when I pricked myself on one of the spikes.