Sensing Duo

Chapter 4

"Stop!" I yelled jumping up from the bed. The pots stop falling and the room went quiet. Aunt Laney stared at me. Dillon groaned from the floor. Aunt Laney dashed towards him, so did I. I leaned over him, trying to spot any wounds. His eyes were close and there was a small cut on his forehead, but rather then that he looked fine.

"Dillon." I said, his eyes opened and he looked at me. I leaned back with a sigh of relief and grabbed his arm. I pulled him up in a sitting position and Aunt Laney grabbed his shoulder. He looked up at her and winced slightly. Aunt Laney let out a soft 'tsk' before getting up and walking towards the door. There was a knock before she reached the door. She opened the door, it was one of the hotel's employee.

"Your neighbors were complaining about noise." He said plainly. I stood up and let go of Dillon, he wobbled for a second before steadying himself. I moved towards the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, wanting the avoid Aunt Laney's rage at the poor employee. I turned on the sink and ran the cloth under the water for a few seconds, before turning it off and leaving the room. I walked straight towards Dillon and kneeled down next to him, the cut on his forehead wasn't as small as I thought. I brought the cloth to his forehead, Dillon recoiled. I grabbed his arm and brought the cloth back to his forehead, he didn't move this time. I looked at Aunt Laney while she yelled at the employee, another employee came over trying to calm her down. Dillon was staring at me the whole time. Soon another employee came with the manager and they had calmed Aunt Laney down. She explained to them what had happened, pointing at us a few times. I looked back at Dillon, who now looking up at the shelf.

"Iggy." He said softly, still looking up at the shelf. I looked up as another pot was slowly falling over the shelf, five more followed after it. Dillon threw himself on me while the pots fell. I watched as another pot nailed him in the head, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed on top of me. I let out a scream and tried to move, but more and more pots kept falling. A heard a loud slam and some banging. The door had closed. Locking everyone outside. More pots kept falling on top of us. All of them was hitting Dillon. I tried moving under his weight, grabbing his side to push him off of me. I jumped up and made a quick dash to the side, pulling Dillon with me. A pot manage to hit my arm.

"How are there so many pots" I screamed. The banging on the door got louder, so did the voices out side. I grabbed Dillon's arm and looked him over. His body was limp and was in an odd position. The cut on his forehead had gotten bigger, blood was coming more freely.

"Shit." I cursed softly and looked around the room. The pots were still falling away. Lights started flashing and the bathroom door started opening and closing. Random things started flying around the room. Tears started to stream down my face as I watched. A random comb that I have never seen before, turned in mid air, straight for me. I scream and lunged away. The comb vied off towards Dillon, it missed his arm barely. I watched as more combs started to circle the room. I lunged towards Dillon right as the combs started for him. I dragged him away just as they hit the floor. One comb managed to cut his arm. I stopped in the middle of the room and ran for the door, crashing into it. I reached for the knob, but it wouldn't move. I let out a loud sob and turned to where I left Dillon. More combs were circling the room. Dillon's body shuttered and he groaned. All the combs stopped and turned towards him. I watched in horror and slowly crawled towards him. The combs didn't move until the reached him, but they weren't going for him, they were coming after to me. I screamed again and pushed myself to the bathroom. I turned to see a pot fall, stopping the combs from hitting me. I sob with relief and watched as the pots kept falling.

"Iggy!" Dillon screamed. He was sitting up now, staring at me. His eyes were wide with fear. Another comb vied towards him. Dillon sat so still, his eyes wide, his mouth opening in shock and fear. I screamed and lunged towards him. The comb missed his neck. He sat there, frozen in fear. Suddenly, all the combs dropped to the floor. The pots stopped falling and the lights stopped flickering. Dillon's hand slowly made his to his neck. The comb hadn't missed him after all. His fingers were covered in his own blood. He brought his hand back. He starred at it. Tears started falling down his face. I recoiled in shocked. Never have I seen him cry. He let out a loud sob and his arm dropped down. I heard a soft click and the noise of the door creaking opening. Aunt Laney was standing at the door, plus a huge crowd, all staring in shock. The room was quiet, except of Dillon crying. His body was shaking violently. Aunt Laney was deathly pale, she fell to the ground. I looked back at Dillon. I pushed up slowly and made my way to Dillon. Everyone's eyes we're on me. I slowly dropped to my knee's in front of him. I leaned towards him to look at him. The blood from the cut on his forehead had mixed with his tears and had followed the trail that the tears left. The cut on his neck had made its way down his shoulder, staining his shirt. I grabbed his arm and stood up.