The Unfinished Destiny

Nicole

         What the ever living heck have I done? Normally I am not the paranoid one in this situation, in fact, I am the cool one who can normally get out of these situations. I guess today is an off day, a very off day. The only sound that can be heard is the continuous clinks of the doorknob going right then left then right again as if rapidly trying will magically unlock the door. In this house and it's past, it was possible but I am so not jinxing it. I looked at Emma's bugged eyes. See, Emma is that Allstar American dream girl; she plans to go to a good college and good grades and a good job. I am not bad in the education spectrum. I get good grades to keep me on the honor roll but I don't plan to go to some university. If we get caught Emma could kiss that dream goodbye. I am so sorry, Emma. Mark is the type to wonder in trouble but never get caught. He fixes his naughty days by volunteering on Saturdays. Have I ruined their lives with something as simple as a flashlight? "Hide," I whispered urgently to them before we scattered. In the heat of the moment, Mark and I turned and bumped into each other before hiding as if it were a poorly written comic. In the foyer of the house there was a closet and of course, I ran for it. I peeked and saw Emma had run to the long heavily green velvet curtain. I didn't know where dunderheaded Mark had gone to. Once again he sets onward by himself. I scoffed to myself. Just as Emma secures her hiding spot, the door unlocks. Two men walk inside the house.

         One of the men did more of a waddle due to his stomach size. His face was also round and housed two baby blue eyes. Accompanying his eyes was a largely pointed nose and a salt and pepper mustache that draped down to his upper lip. Smile lines ended at either side of his mustache but he did no smiling. He had sideburns that were a whole few shades lighter than the dirty blonde hair on his head. If you ask me, it's a toupee. He wore a red and blue plaid shirt and medium blue jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. The other man wasn't as round but wasn't as lean, so average sized. He had slightly darker blue eyes but a little more roundly shaped. His hair was thick but short. Another inch off would make it an army cut. He didn't have any facial hair like the other guy but instead, small scars scattered his chin area. He had larger scars on his arms from his elbows down. He wore a dark blue collared shirt and medium blue jeans, once again I couldn't see the shoes. They walked around as the bigger man pocketed a key. "Walter, I swear you should wear your glasses more often. I don't see any light." The averaged sized man spoke aloud. The round man, now I assume is Walter, looks a bit nervous. " W-what if they're back?" I knit my eyebrows. Who's back? A clash comes from the kitchen, the sound of glass breaking. I know, cliche. I also found where Mark had hidden. That dummy. The men walk toward the sound. Emma peeks from behind the curtain. She quickly dashed to the mantle and picked up an old candlestick and throws it toward the end of the stairs. She hid on the side of the bookshelf. See, my hiding spot was the same place of where dear Harry Potter's room was, the closet in the stairs. I silently facepalmed. I looked at her and we locked eyes before footsteps rapidly approached. I closed the door a bit more as they passed. A second later I heard laughing from Mr. Mystery Man. I saw the frown from Walter guy. "W-what is so funny, Collin? It could be a sign that they've returned. Doom us all." Walter fidgeted with his sausage-sized fingers before messing with his wedding band. Collin clasped a hand onto Walter's shoulder, hard enough to where it made Walter move forward about an inch. "You worry too much, Walter. Things in here are old and they break making thing fall off and roll. You overthink." Walter looked around before continuing the conversation with a stutter. "T-t-they could be here." Collin sigh as he strides out the door and Walter hurriedly waddled behind him.

         After they leave, the front door locks behind them. I heaved a sigh of relief. I rubbed my face before opening the door wide open. I looked around. " Marco?" Mark emerged from the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. " Yeah?" I rolled my eyes. "This is where you say Pollo, dummy." He mouths an 'Oh'. Emma comes out from her hiding spot. Her arms were crossed and faced in concentration mode. I put my elbow on her shoulder, just because I was a couple inches taller. " What's wrong, Em?" She looked at me with knitted eyebrows. "Who was the 'they' that the men were talking about?" Mark shrugged but I answered her question. " I have no idea. I do know that one of them was really frightened of who they were talking about. " This even made me a little uneasy. Someone else has been in this house? Mark sighed, "Alright, enough exploring for tonight. Maybe we should-" Emma shook her head, " No, we continue to look." I blinked a few times, astounded at what she said, before smiling. Mark spoke, " Well, if that's what you want. I did see some interesting things in the kitchen." We looked at the dope of a boy into the kitchen. It looked like an ordinary kitchen minus the modern. I looked in the pantry, it was similar to a walk in closest but for food. To my dismay yet luck, it had empty shelves. I walked in it while the other two looked for whatever they can because let's be honest we don't know what we are exactly looking for. I saw a small door in the very back, hidden by a box that only had an empty can of, what it seems like, beans. I move the box away and look at the door. It looked like it belonged in the Coraline movie. I swear if some crazy spider lady comes through this door I'll be furious. I used my handy dandy lock picking skills to unlock the door. I open it the tiny door. Before I get to look at the items inside, the pantry door closes and locks. I stand and fake laugh. " Haha, very funny. Open the door." I couldn't see a thing besides the light that came from under the pantry door. I saw no sneaker shadows which made me frown. I didn't think this was funny anymore. I banged my fist repeatedly on the door, shouting, "Let me out! Mark! Emma!" They didn't answer me. The hairs on the back of my neck started to stand and goosebumps popped up along my arms as the feeling of hot air was felt on my neck rhythmically. " Emma? Mark?" I managed to speak out of my mouth. My fearless attitude turned into a fearful one. 

Hola! A week as promised. I'm excited because my rank for Warlock improved from 917 to 499! Thank you for making my story come to life by reading. I'll be back next week to post Chapter 6.