3rd Person
Luke and Jon were going directly into the belly of the beast. They crept along the hallways hand-in-hand, looking out for Mr. Wilson's bedroom. Something had to be in there. Maybe it was one of the keys they needed. Maybe it was a direct passage to Evan. They didn't know. They just knew something had to be in there.
"Luke, look," Jon whispered, pointing to a large room.
The two looked at each other before walking inside.
"T'is is Daithi De Nogla, over," Said David's voice on the radio.
"H2ODelirious here, what you got, Nogla?" Jon responded.
"Brine and I checked up on Mr. Wilson, he's gone," David said. "Keep an eye out for him."
"Thanks for the advice, now keep looking," Luke said.
The line went quiet. Luke and Jon continued their way to the neighbor's room. Jon walked towards the neighbor's closet while Luke walked towards the bed.
Jon looked in pockets and shoes. He checked the shoe boxes in the closet and rifled through clothes.
Luke, on the other hand, was looking through the sheets and checked the pillows. He looked in the drawers of the nightstands and under the bed as well.
"You take the bathroom, I'll check over here," Luke whispered to his brother.
Jon nodded and gave Luke a thumbs up.
Jon held his flashlight between his teeth as he looked for a key in the cabinets under the sink. He picked through bottles and checked every box of bar soap.
Luke, on the other hand, was re-checking everywhere Jon had looked. Jon had never been the best at looking for things. He often overlooked things just a few feet from where he was.
"Well, well, well, the big brother," Said a voice.
Luke turned around and saw Mr. Wilson standing in the doorway. His shoulders were squared and his face was stone-cold. He had murder in his eyes.
"Back off!" Luke exclaimed. "Get away from me, you creep!"
The neighbor picked up a book off the table next to him and aimed it at Luke.
[Dice roll! D6] [Result: 6]
The neighbor threw the book at Luke and hit him in the head. Luke cried out in pain as the corner of the hard-cover cut open his forehead. He stopped crawling away to clutch at his head. The neighbor picked up another book and aimed at Luke again.
[Another Dice Roll. D6] [Result: 1]
The book missed Luke, who began to fumble for the laser pointer in his pocket.
Jon poked his head out from the bathroom and held his knife in his hand. His eyes narrowed on the neighbor. Then, he ran out of the bathroom, charging for Mr. Wilson.
[Dice roll again. D20] [Result: 13]
Jon managed to stab the neighbor in the arm. The neighbor cried out.
"Calling MooSnuckle, calling MooSnuckle!" Luke exclaimed into the walkie-talkie. "We're in Mr. Wilson's bedroom, help us!"
Jon grabbed his knife and ran away from the two to attempt to find Brock and Mark.
Mr. Wilson narrowed his eyes on Luke as Luke got up.
"Fight me," Luke threatened.
"Gladly," The neighbor replied.
[Dice Roll for Mr. Wilson. D20] [Result: 5]
Mr. Wilson went to punch Luke, but Luke dodged just in time, only getting a scratch on Luke's arm. Luke popped back up and went to attack Mr. Wilson back.
[Dice roll for Luke. D20] [Result: 19]
Luke pulled his laser pointer out of his pocket and shone in Mr. Wilson's eyes. Mr. Wilson covered his eyes and looked down. When he looked back up, he was greeted with Luke's fist.
Luke ran out of the bedroom, not even checking if Mr. Wilson was conscious.
Luke ran into Jon, Brock, and Mark in the hall.
"Get out of here!" He whisper-shouted. "Hide!"
"The vent!" Jon replied.
"You're the only one small enough!" Mark exclaimed.
Jon looked around before spotting a door. He grabbed the other boys and took off towards it. He closed the door as quick and quiet as possible once they were all inside. The boys all crammed into the closet on the other side of the room.
The boys held their breath as Mr. Wilson walked in.
[Coin flip! Heads: He finds them. Tails: They're safe] [Result: Tails]
Mr. Wilson did a quick look around the room before stalking away, holding onto his arm tightly.
The boys waited until the footsteps faded away before crawling out of the closet.
"Luke... you've gotta go to the hospital," Brock said, looking at Luke's head.
"Please, no, I can't, I'm the leader," Luke said. "Please, just give me some butterfly bandaids."
Brock looked at Luke's head again, making sure the cut didn't need stitches.
"... You might be okay?" Brock said. "I don't know, Luke, it's bad. I'll disinfect it and put a couple of butterfly bandaids on it, but Lauren might have to be the judge on hospital or no hospital. I mean, you might have a concussion."
Luke looked down in defeat, but accepted his fate. Brock did the best he could to fix the cut on Luke's forehead.
"We didn't even get the stupid key," Luke muttered.
Jon tapped his brother's shoulder. Luke turned to see a shiny silver key in Jon's outstretched palm.
"Wait..." Luke said. "How?"
"I saw it just before you got attacked," Jon explained. "I grabbed it and then ran to help you."
Luke smiled and pulled his little brother in for a hug.
"Rescue Evan," Luke whispered to his little brother. "I know you can do it."
Jon nodded and pulled away from Luke. He opened the door and darted off. Brock and Mark took Luke to the front door. Lauren took Luke to her car, where she insisted he at least tried to sleep. Luke complied and sat down in the front seat, upset and defeated.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Jon unlocked another lock on the door to the basement. Just two keys left and they'd get to Evan.
It'd all be okay, soon. They'd get Evan and they'd get out of there.
Just two more keys.
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Fallen Brother
FanfictionThey were just kids when it all started. They all knew it was the creepy neighbor down the street, even if the adults were oblivious. Now, they must come together to take down the neighbor and get their friend back.
