Demon [z.h.]

Demon-Three

    The silence was thick in the air; it felt like time was frozen as everyone stared curiously at the chair, wondering, what happens when you see? Does it hurt you? (Well there's not much it could do, so that was out of the question.) Give you hints how to get out? What does it do? Millions of questions were running through everyone's heads, but Louis, being the impatient one he is, broke the silence.

    "Why is a chair here in the middle of the maze? Out of all the things, it had to be a chair! How is this stupid thing supposed to save us?!" He exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands up for effect.

    "No, no, no, Lo, remember the paper? It gave you a color and it said you had to touch the item with that color," Zayn explained, walking toward the front the group so they can hear him better. He remembered the paper he woke up to earlier in the morning, explaining what his color meant. His color was blue, so he didn't have to do anything.

    "I knew that…" Louis said sheepishly, a blush slowly rising up to his cheeks, embarrassed that he caused a little scene dramatically. Harry smiled fondly, liking how confident this boy was and how red his cheeks turned. Yeah, he concluded, he definitely looks good in red.

    "So whose color is it?" Justin spoke out, finally speaking since he woke up. Taking a deep breath, Ed stepped forward.

    "Mine." He spoke, his voice barely audible, but all the boys heard. The boys in front of him stepped aside so he could walk through, some stepping farther than others, still a bit startled from earlier with what happen with Niall.

    Speaking of Niall, the red head took a peak at the blond boy, who was still around that Zayn guy. And sure enough, Zayn still had a protective arm around the slightly smaller boy, his eyes still glaring at him. How is he so protective of that boy already? They just met.

    Pushing that thought away, he looked away and straight ahead instead, focusing back on what was happening. As he got closer to the chair, his palms began to feel wet and cold. Why is he doing this? What will the chair do? For all Ed knows, this chair could come up alive and eat him. He pushed that silly thought away when he finally reached in front of the colored maroon chair.

    Does he touch it? Sit on it? Throw it? Why isn't there a manual to this? Lifting a shaky hand up, he felt all the boy's eyes burning behind his back, waiting for what would happen. Just as he was an inch away from touching it, he finally gained courage and just put his whole hand on top of the chair, shutting his eyes in the process.

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    "Mama! Mama!" An excited 6 year old runs into the living room, shouting for his mama and wanting to tell her the exciting news. Imogen Sheeran turned around, a big smile taking up her face as she watched her excited son run up to her, his orange-fire like hair messily on top of his head, his pale cheeks now a rosy red color and his eyes shining bright like a star. She bent down half way so she squatting down on her knees, and open her arms up so her son could run into them. Ed ran to her, his smile showing off his crooked teeth and loopy smile. He crashed into her body and laughed happily as his mama picked him up and spun him around, giving him raspberry kisses into his neck. 

    "Mama! Guess what day it is today!" Ed shouted happily as his mother stopped and pull him back so she can see his face.

    "Hmmm," She pretended to think. "Is it Christmas?" She asked playfully, a smile coming back up as Ed shook his head. 

    "Better then Christmas!" He exclaimed. Imogen pretended to think.

 

    "My birthday!" He shouted, throwing his arms up for effect. Imogen faked gasp as she put her son down.