Y/N's POV:
The door was almost too easy to spot among the burnt material that lay splayed out on the ground. "Do you think it's a trap?" Myst whispered to me. I didn't look back at her, just stared questioningly at the door.
"Only one way to find out," Reaper said. He skidded down the dark black wall that hadn't been melted and stood in front of the door. He hesitated quietly before kicking at the door. A hollow pound bounced back, but the door didn't budge. We all stared at Reaper.
"What now?" Ninja slid down the wall, standing next to Reaper. Reaper shrugged, and engaged in quiet conversation. Ninja turned back to us.
"We'll take a few minutes away from the searching. Just hang out for a moment," he called back, turning back to Reaper. I shrugged and walked back to a tree that was still standing. I sighed out and closed my eyes. I was really tired.
"What do you think is behind the door?" I jumped at the sound of Blue's question. Myst sat down beside her and Flare on my other side.
"Nothing good, that's for sure," Flare growled. I didn't need conversation now. I needed rest.
"Yeah, I can agree," Myst commented quietly. "But we have to know who or what's going on under the surface." I glanced up at the sky and saw that the late spring time sun was slowly melting away to dark clouds. I blinked slowly and rested my head against the tree trunk. The sun was so warm on my aching arms and legs, I woke up when the sun disappeared from the sky and was masked by the clouds. Veils of dark blueish gray rain trailed behind the mass of darkness and a cold wind swept past us and whisked it's way through the forest.
"Ugh! Really? Rain? I hate rain...," I heard Flare growl. She tightened up beside me. I glanced over at her and I saw that she was curled up into a ball, her knees sucked into her chest and her arms wrapping around them. A glare was left on her face as she stared out into the clearing. I smirked at the image.
"It's fine, Flare," I said. "Rain isn't going to hurt you."
"Yes it will!" she snapped back, in a playfully serious tone. "Fire element here." You know, I never really thought about Flare being exposed to water. She was the fire element out of us all. The rain had started to sprinkle in fat drops, hitting the ground and leaves.
"Hey, guys! We've got the door open," Ninja's voice called over the shushing noise of the leaves rattling together and being pounded by rain. "Hurry, before the rain catches us." I nodded and let Blue, Carissa, and Myst run ahead. "Flare, come on!" I encouraged quietly. She shook her head at me and glared out into he clearing again.
"No way. Sorry, but I don't want to be burned out," she insisted. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed her wrist.
"If you stay, then the rain will be even heavier than before! Come on!" I didn't give her time to think about it. I just started tuning pulling her with me through the small drops that would soon multiply. After five seconds, we were in the facility's basement.
"Not so bad, right?" I asked with a smile. Flare glared at me, but nodded anyways.
"Thanks," she growled. The darkness outside was like the opposite of what darkness we found inside the room. It was pure black, nothing could be seen.
"Anyone get a light?" Ninja asked. I glanced over at Blue, but she shrugged in the gray light. "Flare?" A bright orange blaze lit the room as Flare used her powers. The warmth that came from the flame was relieving. Almost like drinking hot chocolate on a brisk cold winter day.
"Let's start moving," Blue said. She walked into the darkness, the others following behind her. The walls of the basement weren't burned, but scars were etched and engraved into them. Their color was dark gray like the clouds above. Surprisingly, there was no sound of the rain that beat down on the ground and burnt facility above.
Murmurs of amazement and whispers of fear echoed around us. As Blue and Flare lead the way, Ninja and Reaper engaged in quiet conversation. I wasn't close enough to hear, but Reaper seemed a bit on edge. "Hey, what's this do?" Blue pointed to a small lever on the wall. Everyone froze and stared at the silver switch. Reaper moved forward, his footsteps bouncing off the walls.
"Let's see. Everyone, spread out, in case of a trap," he ordered. Everyone spread out from Reaper's position. He placed his hand on the lever and pulled it up. A loud buzzing noise came in clearly, then an intake of air that ruffled all of our scarves.
Biiiiiuuuuzzzzuzuzuzuzzzzzuuuzzzzzzzzzz- shhhhhuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...
Shhhhhhhhhsssssshhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaat!
And bright lights came on, one by one down the hall. But as they turned on, there was more than one hall. Some to the right, some to the left. We gasped in amazement at how much work and time had been put into this.
"My God..." Reaper whispered, staring wide eyed at the marvelous structure. "Who did this?" I glanced down the white light lit halls, wondering where to go.
"Where now?" Myst said aloud. I shrugged and looked up at the lights. A blue line was messily traced down this hallway, leading to the right. Everyone stared at me. "This way," I said, walking forward and down the right hall. They all hesitated for a moment.
I turned back, seeing them glance at each other and share uncertain looks. "Come on, guys. Don't you see the blue line?" I pointed skyward, revealing the blue line. No one spoke.
"What are you afraid?"
Flare stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "No! We're... we're just a little uncertain it's a good idea to be following something like this."
"Then prove to me that you are not afraid," I fired back. Flare glared at me. She wanted to prove that she was brave. But... she was still hesitant.
"Snowbird is right," Ninja said, walking towards me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked back at the others. "If one of us goes, then we all go." Reaper nods and walks forward, standing with us. After that, we all started down the right hallway.
YOU ARE READING
Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja X Reader: Legend (under construction)
FanfictionThis is gospel for the fallen ones, Locked away in permanent slumber, Assembling their philosophies, And pieces of broken memories. The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues, Conspired against the odds, But they haven't seen the best of us yet... If y...