Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 13- Hallways

When I awoke the next morning, Mason was gone. The bed sheets had no creases in it either, depicting that no one had slept on the other side of the bed. In that small moment, the room felt freezing, like an iceberg had grown overnight.

I got up to brush out my hair and put on clothes suitable for the day. I decided on black stretchy pants, a red long sleeve, and my usual combat boots. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, though I knew that it felt too cold for that.

The main hallway where our room was located was completely empty. No maid walked about and no occupants were around either. I managed to feel strangely off, especially when a breeze blew through the open window at the end of the hallway. My gaze immediately snapped to where a black figure stood defensively in front of the cracked window.

"Emmaaa," there was a hiss.

I blinked my eyes twice and then saw nothing. "Hello?"

Sometimes throughout my life I'd believed in ghosts. Was I seeing one now? Somehow, I recognized one as my mother or as my younger brother. One, for just a small moment, appeared as a woman I didn't recognize.

"Hello?" I whispered down the hallway to more hisses.

"Madam, are you okay?" someone made me gasp in surprise.

Spinning around, I faced a familiar maid. Her eyes flickered up to mine and I instantly recognized her as the one who'd tended to me...and the one who'd Harper had quite a good time with.

As if realizing the same thing, the maid glanced away, biting her lip. "The two men who are with you are talking to Mr. Woods on the roof if you need them."

"Thank you," I hesitated. "Are there ghosts around here?"

"Ghosts?" the maid widened her eyes. "Oh, honey, there's no such thing. There are quite a few cobwebs that look weird if the light hits them right, but other than that this place is just filled with crazy people. Are you alright?"

I was staring at the ground now. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for the information."

The maid dipped her head and then awkwardly hobbled down the hallway to another room. I noticed her limp had gotten more obvious after the night before, showing Harper and her had probably had a really good time.

If you weren't so sensitive Emma, maybe you would've had similar or better.

I ignored my own nagging thoughts as I made my way towards the elevator. My fingers blindly touched the largest numbers once I was inside, leaving me to lean back against the railing in boredom. I rolled my head around, cracking my neck, and stretched my unusually tight muscles. The elevator didn't even have interesting music- not that any usually did.

I found myself humming along to the repetitive tones until I could barely hear the quieting music. When the lights flickered, I uneasily gripped the rail behind me. My voice caught in my throat as I realized the music had completely shut off.

My eyes narrowed as I slowly stepped forwards and looked to the lit up number. It once had been five, yet now it was a four. Through the static in the speakers, I could make out murmurs.

"H-Hello?" I demanded. "Who are you?"

The elevator suddenly lurched to a stop and the fourth floor popped up. I gripped the bar behind me tightly, gazing through narrowed, cautious eyes as the double doors slid open. It revealed a level that had most of the hallway lights turned off and it looked like the floor hadn't been explored in a few months. The ding that usually sounded so happy when you were allowed to get off sounded dark, frightening. It made me click the button to close the doors uncomfortably.