A Snow Mission

Chapter 6

Narrator

Emmastone is blacked out on a kitchen stool while Ethan is passed out by the patio door, overwhelmed by the events prior.

The house is quiet except for the echoing of water from the kitchen faucet that rang throughout the building.

The rain is pouring outside and it started to soak the carpet ever since Eathan opened the door. The draft hooked their fingers around everything it came in contact with, a gust stormed its way into the living room causing a vortex. Once the vortex began chairs fell over, paintings were ripped off the walls, as the vortex grew in strength more objects were pulled into its greedy hands, one of the coaches was propelled into the island and then vases and lamps went flying across the room. Paper was everywhere and he rug was rolled partly momentarily and then as if this situation could not be worse than it was.

Crack!
The vortex died, dropping it's body gliding out the doorway finally let loose everything in it had taken hold of....

Ring.....Ring.....Ring.....Ring.....RING.....RING.....RINNGGG

Eathan

I woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing.
I sat up and ON GOSH the living room looks like a train had ran through it. While I was on the ground I struggled to stand up but thankfully was not blown away in the mist of the deserter that came of my house. I am sure there are many surprises waiting for me upstairs and the living room had to be the worst.

I got off the floor as quickly as I could and scurried to close the patio door and screen. Afterwords I limped over the the center of the red and brown rug that was still for the most part not damaged, and picked up a chair that had a leg that was trapped under one of the toppled coaches.

In my efforts to free the chair one of the legs broke but it was better than not having anything to sit on, I do not like stools even though getting one was much more easier.

I pulled the chair next to the wall, beneath the landline telephone and sat down. I was soaking wet from the vortex and from being rained on prior to that so I felt uncomfortable for a while but my legs needed to rest. A few minutes later I limped my way of the stair case, making my way to my office for a pencil and note pad, I was going to  a me sure I did not miss anything when I was on the phone with who I guessed was Robin but at this point I think it could be another.

The wall paper seamed to laugh at me, mocking me by swaying side to side in dance.

"What a fool you are to put so much effort in something which you have no understanding of. If I were you, I would have called for help and ran as fast as I could from your creepy acting, arrogant, ill-mannered  person you call a friend. How naive can you be?"

My legs ached for whatever reason and my toe was stubbed when I walked into the bookshelf when I made my way through the living room. I wondered what Laurence would think of this whole situation. One memory was still alive and brightly lit in my head. We were taking a walk down the familiar path we always walked he was telling me stories of his travels around the globe and how he studied intensely for work. He told me he would be going on a trip in the Arctic Ocean for research with a group of scientists and would be back soon. That was the last time I saw or heard from my friend...

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I made my way to my way out of the office with notepad and pencil in hand. Approaching the staircase with uneasiness I quickly but carefully made my way to the bottom thinking the faster I get down there the faster I would be on a much more saver platform and had a smaller chance of taller over.

The phone rang again and I grasped the handle off the holder at the first ring.

"Hello?"

....."

"Is there anyone on the other end?"

Eathan, The Revolution is made of nine members they are trying to save the planet of Persephone... The planet is being taken over by foreign robots and they are threatening to attack Earth once they take Persephone."

"Wow! and you knew of this!"

They are winning most of the battles although because they are missing a one of the crystal gems that are needed to shut their machines down-"

Robert? Robbin?"

The call had disconnected.

The phone handle was never thrown so hard against the wall.
As soon as the phone connected was disturbed I threw my hands up in the air in defeat. Shaking my head in dismay I stood from my chair and dragged myself to the hallway closest to get cleaning supplies.

What ever he was talking about was just foolishness.

There were no towels but rags in their place. I picked up everything I needed to clean the considerably large mess that would leave any person in cmplete confusion. A bucket, water, liquid soap, clothes, a mop, and a broom.

Just like the fogg lingering on the other side if my backdoor there was a fogg circling in my head.

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