Chapter 7

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Sabrina

The gallery was dark, with only the light from the narrow beam of my flashlight revealing anything around us. At the moment the light was trained on the door at the far side of the room. The Breaker Room.

Mike tapped my shoulder, pointing off to the right. I swung the flashlight around until it landed on Ballora's stage. It had a raised panel beside it, just like the others.

But it was empty.

Mike led the way farther into the room, one tentative step at a time. I shone the flashlight around us and ahead, searching for Ballora. I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Why do you hide inside your walls," a musical woman's voice sang, "when there is music in my halls?"

Mike and I froze. I shone the light around the gallery. There was still no sign of Ballora. How could a clanky metal robot hide so well?

"All I see is an empty room," the woman's voice continued. "An empty place, a hopeless tomb."

Mike led the way forward again with me close behind. I glanced over my shoulder into the darkness, feeling chills sweep though me. Mike and I stopped at the door to the Breaker Room. He grabbed hold of the handle and began pulling the door open. It grated as it moved and he stopped.

"Is someone there?" Ballora asked. My heart was pounding in my chest. I shone the flashlight behind us. It fell on Ballora, who was slowly twirling towards us. She was on a direct course to reach the door.

"I can hear someone . . . creeping . . . through my room," she continued. I stood transfixed by death as it danced closer. This was the end.

Mike grabbed my arm from behind and dragged me through the partially open door and into the Breaker Room. He wrestled with the door for a moment before managing to pull it almost entirely closed silently. We both backed away from the door as Ballora's face appeared on the other side of the crack. She stood silently for a moment and I held my breath.

"Perhaps, not," she decided, turning away. I allowed myself a single shuddering breath. Mike flipped on the light switch, illuminating the Breaker room. Wires dangled from the ceiling and a panel of red glowing buttons was nearby. I flipped off the flashlight as Mike began rummaging through boxes of tools.

"Got the supplies," Mike whispered, pockets bulging. "But no Encouragement Rod."

"We'll have to do without," I replied. Mike eased the Breaker Room door open and we stepped into the darkness of Ballora's Gallery once more. I turned on the flashlight and shone it on her stage. It was still empty. I slowly swept the beam of light around the room, searching for Ballora. She was standing against the far wall, motionless beside a desk. On the desk was a gleaming metal rod. Mike grabbed my arm and pointed excitedly, but I already knew what the rod was. It was the Encouragement Rod.

Mike gestured for me to stay before slowly working his way closer to Ballora, using the light from the open Breaker Room behind us as his guide. He was only five feet away when a wrench fell from his stuffed pockets and onto the floor with a clang. Ballora's head whipped towards the sound.

"Found you," she sang, dancing towards him. I ran across the room towards Ballora's stage. When I reached the panel beside the stage I smashed my hand down on the yellow button, the one that would send power to Ballora's stage and draw her back.

The stage clanked to life, lighting up with spotlights as a haunting lullaby began to play. Ballora stopped moving only a foot from Mike's motionless form on the ground. His head whipped around as he stared at me with disbelieving eyes.

Ballora turned away from Mike, spinning towards the stage and I as fast as she could. I stumbled away, crashing into several foldable chairs. Ballora was only four feet away. Three. Two.

Then Mike was beside me, Encouragement Rod in hand. He grabbed my arm and yanked me backwards, out of Ballora's reach. She reached where I had been on the ground and bounced upwards and onto her stage. Mike and I ran out of Ballora's Gallery amid a clamor of music and noise. I shut the door behind us as we entered the control module and safety.

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