Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
BuffyFaithfan1
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[EIGHTEEN]
(THIS PART GOES BACK TO TABRA's POINT OF VIEW!!)
    The successivo room I went to was bigger then the last, and I drew quickly, drawing in as much detail as I could make out with the torch light above me while still hiding in the shadows of the room I was in. I drew quickly, and made sure I got everything into the note-pad before leaving. I did. I left. That's when I bumped into a hulky guard.
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(THIS PART IS IN CYD's POINT OF VIEW!!)
    Once I reached the superiore, in alto of the staircase, that I thought was just beautiful, I saw a group of people in fancy suites and dresses, a glass of champagne in there hands. I dispised them, not just because they looked, in a literal term, dashingly smashing, ha ha, they just ticked me off on how someone can look that pretty and still look ugly. Do te know what I mean? Anyways, I heard footsteps behind me, and I jumped into the nearest shadow, which seemed to be occupied as well.
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(THIS IS JEREK's PART SO ENJOY!!)
    The secret room was hidden, very cleverly, if I may add, and, of course, the only access into it was a very unique bookcase. The libreria had one row of libri on it, the rest of it was full of knick knacks and junkery. I looked at the books, looking closey with the little light I had, trying to discover the right book to pull. Now, normally, I'd pull all the books, but in this one book I read, they tried doing that, and once they tried the fourth book, and it didn't work, a secret door beneath them, swallowed them up hole, sending them into a big cage where they were locked up down there for three days until one of them discovered that the old guy that had they hostaged up down there left the keys in the lock. It was a fanfiction book, not published, but te never know if something like that could happen. So I looked for simple things, disturbed dust where a book was pulled and that book was dust-free, a book that was out farther (or in farther) then the others, an older book outstanding the ones successivo to it, etc. etc. But what I found, was completely different then them all.
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(THIS PART GOES BACK TO TABRA's POINT OF VIEW!!)
    "How's it looking, Bug Guy?" It was a guard from the draw-bridge. Crap!
    "So far, I can't find anything. I wish te had più light then this, in case I saw an entry way I didn't see before. I'm gonna' keep looking though." I said, kicking the southern drawl in again. I was about to drop dead of agitation. I wanted to leave now, but I knew that the others weren't out yet, so I had to stay put until all of the rooms were drawn into the note-pad.
    "Alright." He whispered, and I started walking past him until he clutched my arm. "What's with the note-pad and pen!?"
    Well, shit!
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(THIS PART IS IN CYD's POINT OF VIEW!!)
    A hand clamped over my mouth, and wasn't removed until the person that came up the stairs was gone.
    "Who are you?" A raspy voice hissed.
    "Depends, who the hell are you?" I said, looking at the group down the hall from me.
    "My name is Crookskies." He added a smile.
    "Crookskies? Really?"
    "As far as te know it is." He said, giving me a glare.
    "Oh. Okay, then." I said, putting a hand on my coltello just incase I needed it.
    "Why are te here?" He asked me in a hushed tone.
    "I'm doing my job. What about you?" Man, was he on for the domande and smart answers!
    "Same. I worked for a man named Haus. Then this girl named Cyd and her boy toy Jerek killed him." He looked bloodthirsty while saying this.
    This wasn't going to go well was it?
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(THIS PART GOES BACK TO JEREK's POINT OF VIEW!!)
    This entrance was different. There were three libri to pull, and I could tell because they were the same color, and the rest were darker then those. Normally, te don't think that way, o use that conclusion to try out your secret-door-entrance, but there was another clue that lead me that these three were the key: in big letters on the spine detto PULL! Haha, idiots.
    I pulled them at the same time, and I heard a CHUNK! I opened the book-case door, and went inside, closing it shut behind me, making sure not all the way since I don't know if there is a way out of here, and if I need to get out fast I can just push it open and slam it closed. I took a left, seeing how a brick bacheca was in front of me and too my right, and started down a slim walk-way, took a right and went down a wider hall-like walk-way. I came to a door marked KEEP SEALED AT ALL TIMES!!!, and a ring of three keys were on a hook successivo to it. A window was in the door, and when I looked into it, I saw....I saw....I saw a big, burly man, eyeing at me back. I knew it wasn't my reflection because his eyes were a bright, luring blue, mine were a shade of green. His eyes went up, and his lips appeared.
    "Come in." He breathed onto the glass. "Enter my friend."
    And I did.