G.3 C.18 – The House p.1

By the time Maebe and Jeremy have joined Bean in the room, he has his back pressed against what appears to be a solid brick wall and he’s putting all of his weight and energy into trying to force it open. He’s pretty sure there will be bruises down his spine in the morning, and his palms are already a bit cut up from the effort, but he can feel the stones grinding against each other and the door is beginning to open up.
With a final burst of effort, Bean shoves his should against the door, which is now allowing a cool draft through a barely imperceptible crack and the pressure lets up. With a sound like nails on a chalkboard the door pushes open quickly and Bean stumbles through into a narrow hall with a staircase that descends into darkness. Maebe and Jeremy are quick on his heels, sliding through the gap in the wall as the heavy panel begins to shift closed.
“Do we really want to go down there?”
“Are… Are we going to anyways?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Very reassuring. Thanks.”
The trio stands like statues at the bottom of the stairs, blinking furiously against the darkness as their eyes try to adjust and make the best use of whatever light is filtering in from the hallway above them. It barely happens, but through the dimness something is shining ever so slightly against something on a wall to the left. With one hand firmly pressed against the cool stones, Maebe walks slowly and quietly towards the light – and that’s just what it is! As her fingers drift up towards the gleam, they catch on a hanging chain and with one solid tug a lightbulb hums to light, bathing this end of what seems to be a long hallway in it’s soft glow. Down at the other end, another fixture appears on the wall, and with a confidence that can’t be feigned and adrenaline rushing through her, Maebe dashes down the passage way to see what’s there. Boxes, nothing but old, dusty boxes.
Despite the two lights on, parts of the hall are still almost obscured by shadows, and hiding in the blackness is the entrance to another long, thin hallway. All three teens stare down towards where it must end, but there’s no end in sight. Someone’s going to have to find out if there’s a light down there, otherwise what’s the point in having come down all this way?
“Shotgun not checking!” Maebe declares, pointing towards both of the lit bulbs, as if it proves a point that ‘shotgun’ doesn’t cover.
“I found the door!” Bean reminds them, quick on Maebe’s heels. He’s all for exploring, but obviously isn’t particularly interested in making this trip. That just leaves Jeremy who didn’t come up with his objection on time. He mumbles something that might be “fine” under his breath as he stumbles through the darkness and searches hopefully for another chain on another light.
He finds it and stands for a moment, staring back at his friends. There’s nothing. It’s a hallway to nowhere with a light sconce at the end. There’s not even any boxes! “This is weird.” He mutters as he makes his way back towards them, and he’s not wrong. There’s nothing on the walls, no boxes or abandoned furniture sitting on the ground, but after wandering the upstairs, Bean’s checking for something else – those tell-tale, arcing scuff marks on the ground – and he’s found them. There’s two sets, curving towards each other practically right where he’s standing and… There’s the crack in the wall.
With his pals looking on, Bean hammers his fist down the edge of the crack where he knows it should push open, and up along the top (or as close as he can reach) as well and ducks out of the way as bits of grime fall towards his already messy hair. He’s really hoping this will help loosen the door, ’cause his shoulders and back are already sore and he doesn’t have all that much strength in him to begin with… Maybe he should try a bit harder in gym class, but ugh. Gym class. He’s barely put any pressure at all against the door, and already light is shining through the crack. With a gentle shove the door swings open and this one is way easier to force than the first – thank goodness! When it’s fully 90 degrees from where it started, there’s a quiet click and the door stops moving without swinging back towards him.  Another hall, this one short and with a real door at the other end. And what does one do with doors?
One opens them.

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4 Responses to G.3 C.18 – The House p.1

  1. Steve says:

    So glad to see the Clarkes continue! 🙂 Really looking forward to reading more about the House.

    • Chellekaz says:

      Thank you 🙂 I’ve got all the pictures as this chapter was meant to be substantially longer, but I opted to split it into two parts. Suspense and stuff! I will definitely have it out by the end of the year… Six weeks should be long enough… Hopefully…… 😀

  2. Yay! A new Clarke chapter. Oh my… is that… what’s her name’s room? I can’t wait to see what happens next!

    And just out of curiosity… are you going to switch back to first person POV? Or are you staying in third person? I like it either way, I’m just curious…

    • Chellekaz says:

      I don’t know (wait, yes I do!) IS it her room?

      I’m not sure how I’m going to keep writing it, for the most part, I didn’t want to do everything from Lee’s perspective because she became SO disconnected (and I couldn’t get into her head). I’m considering it for the next generation but it’s probably more a matter of what I’m reading at the time since I’ve found that it really impacts the “voice” I’m using. IF the next gen plays out how I think it will I will probably use first person at least for the first part of their generation’s chapters… But that’s a big “IF” and also “IF” I can convince my game to work again.

      Thanks for reading, as always!

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