Hotel Umbra (Started)

Lynn Caradean

When I woke up, at first I didn't know where I was. The last thing I remembered was climbing in Shane's lap because the lights went out and I got scared, and now I was curled up in a surprisingly warm and comfortable bed. I sat up and looked around. How I'd gotten to my room, I had no idea, but Shane was spread out on the couch, his mouth open and slightly drooling. Awwh. I moved to get out of bed, still wrapped up in Shane's big sweatshirt. It was so warm and comfty, I never wanted to take it off. For a few seconds, I considered waking him up, but decided against it, I'd go get breakfast instead. I left a note on the coffee table beside him and tiptoed out of the room, looking back and smiling.


If I was honest with myself, I would have never expected this relationship, if that's what it was, to escalate so quickly. But I was glad it did. I felt like my life was a clock ticking, and there was no time to waste. Weird, right? But it was true. As I passed the large bay windows, I smiled. The weather looked pleasant enough, even though some grey clouds still hovered on the edges of the blue sky. I reached the canteen and stepped in. It was practically empty, and chefs were almost running behind the counter, getting everything ready for the rush that was sure to come soon.

I wondered faintly what Shane would want, browsing the dishes. "May I help you, miss?" said a chef, his big red face holding a smile.
"I'm just looking..." I said, quietly, avoiding contact. Overly friendly people made me nervous. I finally decided on pancakes, since everyone loves pancakes... Right?

Returning to my room, I set the plates down on the little table, and then waited for their aroma to wake up Shane, who was already stirring. As I looked down at his sleeping form, I smiled. I felt like I could trust him, felt like he'd protect me. That felt nice. Protection. The thing I'd always craved and never received. Maybe now was the time for me to be happy.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, not unlike a child, and I grinned at him. "Morning, Sleepy head! You hungry?"
He nodded mutely and stood up and moved towards me, sleep film still clouding his eyes. He bent down and kissed my forehead, then sat down across from me, digging into the pancakes. I dug in too, trying to ignore my stomach--which was doing flipflops from the feel of his lips against my skin.

Today was going to be a good day.

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Hey Nike-- hope you don't mind, I moved us to the next day. I figured there was little else we could do on that day, with the power being out and all. Plus, added a little fluff cause I was in the mood. Hope he likes pancakes! xx Sparkles. (if I need to change anything let me know!

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IT'S GREAT! OH MY GOD I LOVE WHAT YOU WROTE. =D

Shane Delowski
I can't believe I actually fell asleep in her room. I thought I would just wait for a while then leave... but I didn't care. It was great to wake up to fluffy pancakes and a beautiful girl to start the day.

We were wondering around the hotel, just happy to be together. People were coming here and there, wondering as well. The weather was lightening up, the power back on but I heard that it'll rain later today. Maybe we can go play some Tennis or go to the beach before that happens.

Wait.

I looked at a room number that seemed familiar to me: 256. Why did it sting my heart?

"Wait one moment," I told Lynn. I was a little fogged up. Why did I know this?

Knocking on the white door softly, I waited for someone. Nothing came from the other side. I turned the door knob and it opened. The large suite was empty. The kitchen untouched, living room vacant and bedroom still.

"Shane...?" I heard Lynn's faint voice.

I didn't know I had walked into the suite until now. Now, in the bathroom, I looked through the window. Direct view of Madrid Beach. It was a huge bathroom with floor to ceiling tiling.

"Shane," she said again, except now she was next to me.

"What's going on?"

"Someone I know has this room... But I forgot her name. I forgot who she was. She's gone," I said mostly to myself.

Lynn took a glance at the room then walked to the sink. There was a phone laying on the granite counter.

"Shane... Steven Harold keeps calling her! That famous movie producer! He made Gregg's Nite Out and... um, Opel: Inside Out. It was about this European car company whatever..." I had to cut off whatever she was saying.

"Lucy! She's gone!" I remembered.

Her mouth shut as her eyes darted at mine.

"Who's Lucy?"

"Lucy Harold, that movie producer's daughter. The girl I found on the beach. Red hair, in a blue hoodie. You don't remember?"

My heart was racing. Where was she?!

Ellie

I wake up with a strong ache in my head. I open my eyes and find nothing but darkness. For a moment it feels as if my eyes are not even open, but I know they are. The tile floor is cold and rough against my legs. I manage to stand up and feel for a wall. I walk along it and find the door handle. A rush of excitement fills me and I turn to open it. Nothing happens. My excitement turns to panic when it does not open. I bang on in and scream. “Help me. Someone help.” No one comes. My heart is racing in my chest. I slide down the wall and sit on the floor.

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Sorry, guys, but I'm going to be gone for a bit. I'll post early tomorrow morning, but then I won't be able to post until Saturday night. Keep things going while I'm gone.

Ferdinand Arias

I woke up feeling much better than I had the night before. The pain in my head was just a dull ache now--I couldn't even feel the stitches.

I put on a button-up shirt and khakis, and strolled out of my room to the lobby. I was hoping to explore the hotel more today. The architecture reminded me of something from the seventeenth century--an era I had studied extensively at Oxford. I was hoping to ask the librarian about that. Maybe she could find blueprints, or something like that.

But first, I was going to get some ibuprofen from Annie. I hadn't found any in my medicine cabinet, and I didn't want to feel my head all day. "Annie?" I called. She wasn't at the front desk.

"Annie!" I called again. I leaned over the desk, trying to see if she was in some back room. Her computer was off--strange. It looked like no one had been there since last night.

I waited a few minutes, and when Annie didn't appear, I jumped over the desk and started opening doors. I could just find the medicine myself, and leave Annie a note about it. It had to be around here somewhere...

As I looked through the drawers of the desk, I bumped into a closet door. There was a muffled crash, and I cringed. I hoped I hadn't knocked too many things over. I turned around, figuring I could just put them back where they belonged. Annie didn't need to know about that.

I opened the door--

And I clapped a hand to my mouth to keep from screaming.

On the floor of the closet was the dead body of Annie Marino.

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Let the chaos ensue.

Lucy Harold

I woke up to the sound of frantic screaming. Opening my eyes I saw nothing. Absolute darkness, except for the light coming from under the door.

"Help me! Please!" someone screamed.

My head hurt really bad and the screaming only made it worse.

"Would you please shut up?!" I hissed, rubbing my temples.

That's when I realized something was wrong with this picture.

"Wh-where am I?"

I felt my heart speed up and sweat trickle down my neck. "Where the hell am I?" Tears stung my eyes.

"I'm scared! Let me out!"

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I'm so SORRY! I had my school, and I was filled up with awful lot of homework. Burden, I tell you. DD: I'm going to make up for everything now.

Viola Murtaugh

He seemed a lot more different than any other guy. I mean, which guy would be interested to run a farm? I've loved animals since my birth, and I guess, he was just the guy for me.

We kept talking about a lot of things and when I told him I loved animals, his eyes widened. I know this can be weird sometimes, but it was a fun conversation. We had a cute dinner, and I felt my heart racing when I talked to him.

We realized it was getting late, so we decided to go back to the hotel. Zander walked me back to the hotel till my room. It was an amazing night that I couldn't forget and I guess... Well, it was fun.

"I had a great time." he said. "Thanks for the suggestion."

"No problem. I had a lovely time with you too." I said, beaming.

"I'll leave you to yourself then." he said, nodding and giving me a small smile.

"Right. Good night, then." I said. strolled off to his room. I gave him a wave, and then I saw him vanish after the corner.

"Night." he said strolled off to his room. I gave him a wave, and then I saw him vanish after the corner.

Man, was I tired. I changed into my cute pink pajamas and flopped on to the bed, soon to find myself deep asleep.

x--x Next morning

I woke up early the next morning(around 4 in the morning) to something banging and falling on the floor. Groaning, I sat up on my bed, hair all over my face. I rubbed my face, and looked around with my squinted eyes. Its just the second day and already trouble?

I took a speedy bath, and dried my hair. Well, there goes my 1 hour. Dressing to a velvet red skinny jeans, and a off-white collar- top, letting my hair down, I rush downstairs to see anyone but I couldn't spot a single shadow. I walk carefully, I see someone scrawl behind me, as fast as they could and before I could turn, they were gone.

This was getting fishy. Really fishy. I turned back to see who it was, and walked slowly. To my surprise, someone grabs me by my shoulder, a cloth going over my face, and I fall unconscious.

x-x

I opened my eyes, my nose all wriggly. It was dark but I could still see. The room was absolutely empty and I smell lots of things, all together mixing up. Disgusted, I get up and get to the door. Locked. Great. Don't tell me I was kidnapped and thrown here? What on earth is going on?

I wouldn't cry over such things since, Harry used to do these things every Halloween so, maybe I should just call this a prank. But Harry wasn't here right now. I kicked the door, maybe by luck the lock might break. But no. Nothing could open the door.

"Open up!" I screamed over the room but no reply.

Trying again, screaming louder than before. "Let me out!" Still couldn't hear any voices.

Sighing, I sulked down to the floor, my head resting on my knees. Surely, Annie can help and I did have my phone somewhere here. Feeling through my pocket, I got my phone out.

What? No signal? Are you kidding me?

"Great." I mutter under my breath.

I decide to walk around the room, and I soon see a bar pop up.

A signal!

I punched in Zander's number but he wasn't picking up and sometimes, I lost signal! I must have given him 5 missed calls. Where was he? This started to get me worried. I tried Annie's number too, but she wasn't picking up the cell, either. Where was everyone?

Lynn Caradean
Lucy? Who in the hell was Lucy? I looked at Shane in confusion, and maybe just a little apprehension. Why was he so distressed over a girl he forgot? I stepped beside him, and after a moment's hesitation, took his hand and rubbed circles with my thumb on his skin. "Calm down, Shane. Let's start from the beginning." He looked at me, and I was surprised to see tears in his eyes. He really cares for this girl, whoever she is... That thought made my stomach rustle uncomfortably. Even if we had only known each other two days, I already felt possessive over Shane. And I really had no right to be. "I can hardly remember her... I'll keep thinking bout it and get back to you, okay?"
I nodded. "I'm curious now though, so don't leave me hanging." We started to walk out of the room, but he looked back and stood for a few seconds at the door. "Lucy." He whispered, then turned to me and forced a smile. I squeezed his hand is response, which brought his attention down to our hands. Grinning, he lifted them up and kissed the back of my hand softly, hardly a kiss at all. I knew I was blushing, but I tried to keep it under control, and continued walking down the hallway. Still wondering, who the heck Lucy was.

Lucy Harold

Found out someone name Ellie was with me, but that's it.

"Where in God's name are we?" I begged.

"Do you think I know?! I want to get out!" she kicked the door.

"That's not going to help, you've been getting at it for hours..."

I was sitting on the tile floor, drawing circles with my finger. If this was a kidnapping, it sure was boring.

"Aren't you going to help me?" she asked.

"It's not going to help! Do you have a phone on you?"

Looking through her pockets, she pulled our her cell phone. "Battery is two bars, it'll live."

"Call someone,"

I stood up, walking to her. Now we could see each others faces. Her eyes were green and hair blonde. I'd never seen anyone like that before. It was always blue eyes, blonde hair. You learn new things everyday.

"No signal dammit." she hissed.

Shane Delowski

Lynn was so nice and caring. She's sticking to me like glue and is helping me figure out who Lucy is. Or rather where she is.

I took Lynn to Madrid Beach before the rain would hit us. The weather was great now, sun beating down our necks and the water as warm as the hot tub in the hotel.

"Lynn!" I called out.

She was swimming in the water, careless and free.

"Yeah?"

"Come here... let's get something to eat."

With a smlie, she started to swim back.

Ellie

I begin to panic. We are locked in here with not light and not signal. I do not understand anything. I use the light of my phone to look around, soon discovering we are in a bathroom. Tears begin to roll down my face. “We are going to die up here.”

“Do not think about that.” Lucy demands.

“Well how are we suppose to get out of here if the door is locked and we can't to break it down?” She does not answer. I slide down the wall and bury my head in my knees.

Lynn Caradean
As I joined him on the beach, his hand slid into mine. It's odd. The first time we held hands this morning, it'd been scary and made me nervous. But now, it felt natural. I grinned up at him and squeezed his hand. He started swinging our arms back and forth as we walked back into the hotel. We were greeted by a very, very panicked young man that I had seen before but not paid attention too. "The phones aren't working! I need the police. Now." He said distractedly, waving his cell phone around. He ran past us, almost as if we weren't there. "Ummm. That was weird." Shane mumbled.
"Yeah..."
"Lunch?"
"Yes." He bent down and kissed my cheek softly. "Let's."

Zander Foster

We talked for a long time, about animals and all sorts of things- her amazing me when she told me that she had loved animals ever since she had been born. She hadn't seemed like that type to me.

Eventually we came upon the diner that was responsible for the heavenly smell- it was rather easy to convince Viola to eat her evening meal with me. After we finished eating, we wandered back to the hotel, strolling through the lobby doors right at dark.

I walked her to her floor.

"I had a great time," I said. "Thanks for the suggestion." I kicked myself- really?

She grinned. "No problem. I had a lovely time with you too."

I swallowed, excited, trying not to be a fool. "I'll leave you to yourself then." I nodded, smiling nervously.

"Right. Good night, then." She said, as she opened her door.

"Night."

I walked to the end of the hallway, glancing back to find Viola waving at me. I grinned, waved, and rounded the corner.

I went to my room, realizing that I had left my cell phone on the dresser. I pulled my shirt off and casually picked it up- 12 missed calls.

I groaned and flipped the phone open, they were all from Dad, as I expected. I counted on my fingers- with the time difference, it would be about 2 in the morning, where he was.

I listened to the messages he had left, all ordering me to behave and enjoy myself, and call him first thing in the morning. I rolled my eyes-- the phone beeped loudly, low battery.

Annoyed I tossed it aside, and went in the bathroom to take a shower. I took a quick shower, jerked the fluffy towel across myself, and then yanked on a pair of cotton stretch pants.

The phone beeped angrily, so I sighed, powered it down, and plugged it into its cord. I flopped across my bed and turned the television on- I was asleep before the show even came on, the odd shapes of a Tide commercial carrying me off to my dreamland.

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"All this can be yours, for the low price of $9.99. That's right! Two for the low price of $9.99!"

I groaned and squinted at the television- stupid infomercial. I rubbed my face, groggily feeling the bed beside me for the remote- the screen went black. I sighed and sat up- it was early, a bit after six. I sighed again.

Great, I'm on vacation, and still waking up early.

I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face- I gasped and shivered, quickly patting the water from my face and neck with a towel. I looked in the mirror-- I really should shave...forget it.

I plod into my room- the phone beeped angrily.

I sighed. I hate that damn phone.

I stomped over to the phone, with every intention of dashing it against the far wall-- more missed calls. I flipped the phone open, and stopped short- it was Viola.

I quickly, awkwardly, called her.

"Zander! Oh thank God!"

"Viola?" I asked. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"

"I- I think so...I don't know. I woke up- and then I went in the hallway, and somebody grabbed me...now I'm in this room."

"Where are you?" I demanded as I grabbed my switch blade and started out into the hallway, shirtless, in stretch pants, barefoot.

"I, I don't know, I-" Viola screamed.

"Viola!" I shouted, sprinting down the hallway, towards the lobby.

"I-a-csia-" The phone got really staticky, and then went dead.

I frantically ran through the hallway, searching every closet and room I came to- kicking in the doors of the guests who didn't open the doors within 8 seconds of me knocking.

By the time I got to room '1' my knuckles and feet were bloody, and many doors were busted, splintered- angry people, disturbed far too early for their tastes, having thier rooms searched against their will, were shouting profanities at me.

I sprinted up the stairs, to the top floor, and began kicking doors in again. The third door to the left of the elevator gave me an eerie feeling as I stood outside it- I rolled my shoulders, trying to make the hair on my neck lay flat, and kicked the door in.

A man dressed in a white jumpsuit, a fiery pallet of hair strewn across his head messily, started towards me- Viola was in the room behind him, white as a sheet. I stepped forward and punched the man, as hard as I could, knocking him over- he came back up, his mouth bleeding.

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Hey Choco, I don't care if you make Zander get captured- or if he rescues you. I'm good with going either way.

Lucy Harold

She was right. There was no way out.

I heard silent sobs and I tried not to cry. If she was crying, someone had to be the tough one here... even though there was nothing to be tough for.

"Let's try to bang the door down. Together. Slam into it with a running start." I said, looking straight into the darkness.

"It won't work," she sniffed.

"Let's try!"



We tried. Multiple times. Nothing but broken bones and sore muscles.

"That was fun," Ellie said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up, I wanted to do something."

Shane Delowski

After that frantic kid ran past us, we went to my hotel suite. I ordered us some Pizza and bread sticks.

"You want something else?" I covered my hand over the speaker.

"No, it's good." Lynn smiled.

"Yeah, that's all."

The Pizza Guy hung up as I walked toward the couch. This room was like a normal suite would be for me. A living room you walk into, a bedroom on the right and kitchen on the left. A studio apartment really with a huge-ass bathroom.

"You know you look cute in my sweatshirt," I smiled.

I lent her my hoodie 'cause she was cold, one from the college I was headed to. It was red with a Tiger on it, symbolizing the mascot. It brought of her hair even more.

"Thanks Shane," she blushed, as red as the hoodie.

Viola Murtaugh

I tried and tried and gave Zander another 3 missed calls. Oh, this was useless! Why did I ever wake up right in the morning? Stupid me! There must be some way to get out, right? My phone vibrated again, and I saw Zander's name on my screen. I punched the "talk" button.

"Zander! Oh, thank god!" I exclaimed, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Viola! Are you alright? What's the matter?" he asked, curious.

"I- I think so...I don't know. I woke up- and then I went in the hallway, and somebody grabbed me...now I'm in this room." I struggled to say those words, but I got them out.

"Where are you?" he asked me, worried.

"I, I don't know. I-" The door clicked open, and I saw a man in a white jumpsuit and his hair all messy, giving me angry glares.

He grabbed me by my hair, and I clutched on to it. The knife around my neck, and he muttered something down my neck. It wasn't clear. The knife freaked me out and I screamed, loudly as I can hoping Zander could hear me.

"Viola!" I heard him shout through the phone. Somehow, I had managed to clutch the phone to my ears but it was hard. The guy was getting the phone out my hands, but I gripped on to it tighter.

I tried to say something, but I couldn't find my voice. This was hopeless. I'm going to die! I know this place! I've been here. I tried to tell him the room, but the signal died off. Feeling weak, the random guy with the knife around my neck, pulled the cell of my hands and threw it around the corner.

"One word and I'll slay your throat off." he said, in his dark deep voice.

"Let me go!" I said, kicking him but the knife was felt through my neck, and the blood started leaking out. It was a small cut through, not too deep, I could feel it.

I sobbed, when actually I could cry any minute. I just wanted to get out. The smell was pathetic on him. The door burst open, and there stood Zander. (shirtless) Man, was I glad to see him. The guy let go off me, and I took hold of my neck, myself in pain.

The guy was about to hit Zander when he dodged it and punched him right back on to his jaw, and he felt down with a thrash. He looked at me, but the white jumper guy, wouldn't give up. I felt to my knees, and I saw then kicking and hitting each other.

I looked around for something to distract him and I could see a rope. I grabbed to it and tiptoed, and grabbed the guy's neck with it, and he tried to let go. I was on top of him, angry. Tightening the rope around his neck, Zander stopped me.

"Viola, no!" he said, shaking his head.

I sniffed, and I left him go, as Zander took my hands and we ran out of the room. I stopped half way through.

"What's wrong?" Zander asked, pressing my hands.

"We forgot to lock him up!" I said, and we had to run back again but he was wasn't there.

Oh, shit.

"I think its better for us to go." Zander spoke, and we walked back to the hall.

We sat on the stairs, my neck bleeding. The pain was killing me, and I felt on to Zander's shoulders. He looked at me horrified, as he put his arms around me, making me feel warm. I closed my eyes, sobbing slightly.

"Its going to alright." he said, rubbing my arms.

I was glad to be back with him. I wish I could have stayed under his strong arms and body. I stopped sobbing, as the pain was dying down a little.

Lucy Harold

We started running up and slamming into the door again.

"Uh," I grunted, rubbing my arm.

"Again!" she yelled.

Once again, we went at it. Pain surged through my body, echoing everywhere. God, how many more times are we going to do this?

"It," I hit the door. "Won't... open,"

"We have to keep on trying! I am not giving up!!" I heard some cries come from her mouth.

She leaned against the door, her hair sticking to her forehead. I was sweting like a pig, everything sticking to me.

"Give me your phone,"

"No use, there's no signal." she hissed.

"Please,"

Picking through her jean pocket, she pulled her phone out and handed it to me. The screen lit up and right away said 'No Signal'. I started walking around the room, trying to find some sort of signal.

"What was that?" Ellie asked, scared.

Instead of looking, I stopped myself. I listened to whatever she might have heard. She was close to me now, gripping onto the toilet I was standing on.

"That bitch and her little friend," someone hissed, gasping for air.

Shane Delowski

A movie was playing on my flat screen as we lay on the couch. It was one of those chick-fliks I thought she would like. And she did.

I think it was called Something Borrowed. Lynn had her head on my chest as she lied next to me. I loved the feeling that she trusted me enough.

"This is so emotional," I heard her sniff.

"Oh don't cry," I begged, running my hand through her hair.

"It's just so sad that she loved him and he loved her too but they didn't know,"

"I know, I know."

That's when the TV went black and the power was out. "Not again," I rolled my eyes.

"It was getting so good!" she hissed.

Sitting up, she leaned against me. My stomach flipped and I felt hot. She always made me feel that way.

A thump came from behind our door, kind of faded but still in hearing distance. A scream. Someone screamed, a girl.

"What was that?" Lynn gripped my arm.

"I don't know..."

I was even frightened.

Lynn Caradean

"I don't know..." He said uncertainly, stiffening beside me.
"Should we find out?" I whispered, not daring to speak any louder.
"Do you want too?" He sounded surprised.
"Not really..." I shivered slightly. Screams in a pitch black building weren't really my cup of tea. Horror films were bad enough, but this in real life was insanely over whelming. His warm arms wrapped around me, and I instantly felt safe and warm. But I still felt a sense of duty. Maybe we should go see what was going on instead of staying wrapped up in the dark cocoon of safety. "We'll do whatever you want to do." He breathed in my ear. I blushed at the chills that ran down my spine and burrowed into his arms even more, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. "I think we should go check it out... Just not yet."
"Okay." He said, and continued to hold me in the dark, while the screams and shouts continued on. "We really can't ignore them any longer," I said, after five minutes of never ending screaming continued.
"I guess..." He sighed and stood up, and held out his hand. "Let's go then." He pulled me up to where we were almost nose to nose, our breath mingling with the other's. I didn't think my heart was beating anymore, as I stood there. Let him kiss me, let him kiss me! I thought, as what felt like an eternity passed.

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I hope to God you have him kiss her, because she's all hopefully now.