I clutched Jonathan, afraid that if I let go for even a moment, his face would turn that sickly pale and his glowing eyes would close again. My heart had not been ale to stop racing around when Jon hadn't been moving, because I didn't know if he would wake up.
"Well, I would hate to interrupt the happy couple, but what now?" El's voice came from behind. My eyebrows shot up at the word couple and I looked at Jon, who was avoiding my gaze and glaring at El.
"Guys, what-?" I was cut off by a dust of wind smacking the old shutters open, blowing around papers and blankets. The harsh breeze swirled around us picking us up, bringing us toward the ceiling. we were getting dangerously close, and soon we were being shoved against the dark wood of the roof. Then, the pressure forced onto our backs stopped, dropping us down.
Except we didn't hit the floor.
We kinda.. went through it.
My body crashed through the oak, but instead of a crash, I felt a chill run up my spine, dropping me through the wood, along with the others. We were enveloped into darkness and I tried to scream, but the wind cut off my voice as we fell through the void.
All too quickly, a familiar black and white patterned floor was closing in on us, and my hands shot out in front of me, to do what, I'll never know. Just an instinct I guess.
All three of us crashed onto the floor. Instead of past times, where our pain was something we could shake off, this one stayed. It felt like we had actually crashed onto solid marble, and I couldn't move. I groaned a little, my body feeling like a bruised punching bag. I heard El moan, and then a heard a faint whimper.
Oh man.
If I couldn't bear this, how could Jon? He already was beat to a pulp from that thing, and then he was ever so kindly crashed onto the floor. I stretched up, awkwardly crawling to him, helping him to his feet. He didn't protest, but he was kind of landed on his mouth, so. He didn't break any teeth, thank god. We helped up El, who was fuming.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. WOULD IT KILL YOU TO OPEN A DOOR, INSTEAD OF OH I DON'T KNOW, DROPPING US FROM 50 FREAKING FEET YOU SON OF A-" Jon clasped his hand over her mouth, and she stopped talking.
"Now, now, I don't think I did anything to deserve this warm welcome." A haunting voice sounded behind us.
We all slowly turned(Why was he always freaking behind us?) to face Fredrick, who had his hands clasped and an innocent look on his face.
"Sorry about her Fredrick, she's uh.." I trailed off.
"Deranged." Jon piped up. We all looked at him, before I picked it up.
"Oh yeah, she's kinda mentally insane." I said, trying to keep a straight look on my face.
"Mental El?" Fred said, giggling a bit.
"I'm not mental!" Elaina squealed.
"Sure," I nodded, biting back laughter.
"Now children, have you brought me what I desire?" Fred pursed his lips, holding out his hand. 'Mental' El stepped up, and dropped a bloody rag into his transparent hand, which held a wild beasts heart.
"Well done! I didn't think you three had it in you to slaughter a human!" He cheered, and we all weakly 'whooped'.
"Now. I think you all are finally ready to begin. Welcome, to the Gold side."
He swung his arms, and a door smacked open behind us. We whipped around, and saw what was on the other side, all letting out a gasp.
YOU ARE READING
The Golden Eye
Misteri / ThrillerJonathan Wilter is another bump in his family generation. His strange golden eyes have set him apart from others his whole life. That is, except for Alex Canofort. He's the only person Jon trusts. However, as Jonathan finds himself falling dangerous...
