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So Bre was more than surprised to hear the doorknob to she and Aramis' rented room rattling at around midnight. Her partner in crime had said he'd be away for most of the night, picking pockets and trying to scheme people out of their money to pay for their room bill--so who was this trying to get in? Immediately, she panicked. She blew out the single candle that provided the only light they had and searched the drawer of the small bedside table for Aramis' knife only to remember that he'd never left the room without it. A sickening sense of nausea swept over her; she was alone and defenseless, and some unknown intruder was trying to get into her room. What would happen? Would she be robbed? Kidnapped and held for ransom? Or perhaps she'd just be killed outright for occupying a room the potential theif thought was empty. Her eyes darted around the room for somewhere, anywhere to hide. She first thought under the bed would be a good idea, but it soon occured to her that the room she was hyperventalating in would be her coffin if she stayed there much longer. And then it hit her: the bathroom. What theif would look for anything of value in the bathroom? As fast as her feet would carry her, Bre darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, pressing her ear against the wood to listen in on what was going on in order to determine when, if ever, it would be safe to come out...
She heard the shuffling of feet. But not one pair, as she'd expected... no, two pairs of feet stumbled into the room, making an arrhythmic, clumsy noise as they traveled about. Terrified but curious, Bre listened closely for any indication of what might happen next. She heard the loud, angry creaking of the bedsprings as an unusally large weight settled upon the oft-used mattress and knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Things grew eerily quiet, and Bre's curiosity got the best of her. Slowly, she unlocked the bathroom door and gently eased the door open, careful to avoid any sort of stray noise that may alert the intruder to her presence. She leaned to the side and peeked through the doorjamb at the bed. Lying on top was the singlularly largest person she had ever seen, struggling with the thin, torn blanket she and Aramis used to cover themselves at night. What in the hell kind of theif was this? Bre thought to herself, more confused than ever. Who breaks into a room and goes to sleep in a total stranger's bed? As her eyes adjusted further to the darkness, she made out the outline of the intruder and noted that the thing had what appeared to be four arms and two heads. Finally, it dawned on her--this was no single large beast. It was two people, getting frisky in her room! The thought entered her head, to jump out of the bathroom in a flying rage and chase the two out into the hallway... but people who would break into someone else's room to satisfy their carnal needs just might be mad enough to retaliate with violence. And so, she continued to watch and wait until the two maniacs left the room or she was able to find a way to escape.
"Wait, wait," a familiar yet drunken voice slurred, slicing through the darkness. It was Aramis. "...Where the hell is Bre?"
"Bre? Who's Bre?" the second voice asked. That voice belonged to a second man, someone who sounded younger than her traveling companion. What on earth was another man doing in she and Aramis' bed?
"She's--a friend of mine," Aramis replied. Bre watched as Aramis' silhouette rose to a sitting position at the side of the bed. "She was supposed to be here."
"Well, let's be glad she's not, hm?" the other young man replied, his silhouette appearing just behind Aramis. He wrapped his arms around her companion's shoulders and rested his head against Aramis' back. "Come on... she might come back any minute." Aramis stood up, a bit shaky, a bottle still clutched tightly in his right hand. Or his left hand. She couldn't be so sure. "No, I have to know where she is," he replied. "She's... my friend. I'll worry." "Worry later," the second man said angrily. "Come on. I don't have to stay here, you know. I can just go somewhere else."
Bre watched as Aramis grabbed a fistful of the young man's hair and dragged him out of bed and onto the floor. Her view limited from the inch-wide crack of the doorjamb, she opened the door wider and peeked out of the side. There was just enough room for her to see Aramis drag the young man across the floor, ignoring his screaming protests of pain and humiliation, open the door and throw him into the hallway. "Go and find someone else, then!" he sneered before slamming the door and locking it. "Guys like you, I find every 15 minutes! You're nothing special, you hear me?!" She watched as Aramis wobbled back to the bed and collapsed on it, letting out a frustrated sigh. Softly stepped out of the bathroom, inching towards her friend. "...Aramis?" she half-whispered. Instantly, Aramis sat up. "Ah... there you are." "I was here the whole time," she confessed. "When I heard you trying to come into the room before you were supposed to be back, I thought you were a theif or something, so I hid..." Bre couldn't see that Aramis rolled his eyes, but she could hear the soft -thunk- of the bottle being set on the bedside table. "Grrrrh... come here," Aramis muttered, scooting over to one side and making room for her. "...I'm glad you hid," he said after a moment's pause. "If I didn't start to worry about you, I would have ended up doing something I would have regretted, so... thanks for being a scaredy cat."
Bre clenched her fist and punched Aramis' shoulder once before turning onto her side and muttering, "You're welcome." Aramis did the same, turning onto his side, his back facing Bre's. He adjusted the pillow beneath his head and yawned loudly, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. "Goodnight, Bre," he said quietly, closing his eyes. "Goodnight, Rami," Bre replied. Everything soon grew quiet. Aramis was just moments from falling asleep when, out of the clear blue, Bre's voice shattered the silence.
"So, you're into guys, huh? I'm cool with that."
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Thu Jun 09, 2005 @ 04:25pm · 5 Comments |
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