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Chapter 9 - Chapter 8

So, Mike made us a new friend. We're bonding as friends. This is fantastic!

Except for all the damn chaos and the confusing events that have happened to us, like Jessica being taken away by a humanoid creature and me being chased out of the lodge by some psycho in a mask, and the fact that everyone is missing, except for Sam. The others could be dead for all I know and all my abilities will tell me, which was horrible because I was very worried about Chris, my best friend more like a brother.

Back to the scene, Mike and I began to shift away from the wolf to start exploring the area, which was vacant except for the wolf, and us.

I moved slower, trailing behind Mike who had found something useful, a jacket for himself, "ah, so, lookie what we have here," he tried it on and unlike John McClane, it fit like a glove, "huh, it fits, that's interesting," he commented.

"Oh?" I smirked, "was it not supposed to fit you, Mr. McClane?" I was just being devious now, and he knew it.

He turned to smirk back at me, "and who says it wasn't supposed to?" He retorted back at me as we both laughed.

It seemed like it was a very good friendship so far indeed and after how many years of being in the official friend group together? Yeah, it's been a while. I was the closest to Josh, Chris, and Sam, though there were those two times that Mike initiated all the protection and saving of my body in our senior year from very bad men, so I guess that was the beginning but he and the others had to throw a freaking monkey wrench into the mix with that damn prank they did last year.

God, I wanted to tear them all a new one but I was too distraught to do anything. All I could do was sob in agony but enough of that sadness.

I shook my head, "nevermind. I was just trying to use more of my movie knowledge, seeing as in the first movie, John tried on the shoes of a terrorist he killed and they didn't fit, they were too small," I merely explained diplomatically, "you look good," I smiled genuinely before looking away from him.

"Thanks, Vee," he smiled back at me, though I didn't see this at first. He turned back around to try and reach for a pistol he had seen while putting on the jacket but it was too far away, I could hear his straining moans before he found an easier solution. I was a bit worried at first but when I looked up, I merely shook my head again.

Mike pulled a cement block out from under the wooden board that sat atop it which prevented him from reaching the pistol. The wooden board fell at a diagonal angle, allowing for the pistol to slide right to him. He had sat the cement block down while the other stuff fell off the board immediately. Once the pistol was in comfortable arms reach, he picked it up, "nice, nice," he commented to himself.

"Shall we explore some more?" I asked hesitantly.

He turned, putting the gun in his jacket pocket, as not to scare me into thinking he would shoot me or anything, "yeah, sure," he agreed and we started, "who knows, we might find a good bone for Wolfie," he chuckled which forced a giggle out of me.

There was an even smaller cul-de-sac than all the others we had seen all night which gave way to a bench and a corkboard of clippings, different kinds of information all rolled into one board. I wrinkled my nose, "someone's been researching something," I commented lightly.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "fuckin' freak," he muttered to himself as he moved on, I lingered only to catch the names of all the creatures mentioned. Bigfoot had the largest font but I could see Wendigo in smaller font somewhere.

We continued toward the center of the room, finding what looked to be furniture that you would see in a living room of a nice house, yet the furniture itself looked old and tattered. There was a small table of sorts and upon that table was a cigar box with one cigar left, "I guess the psycho lives here?" I seemed to ask of him as Mike picked it up to examine it, muttering something about a stogie stash.

"Yeah, looks that way," he replied to me, placing the cigar back down in the box.

I figured the stogie stash comment was from a previous conversation he had had with Jessica and ignored it; I merely focused on how much he sounded like Hicks from Aliens when they were searching the compound of Hadley's Hope after they arrived to check things out when Weyland-Yutani had lost contact with them.

I moved toward the large trunk that was up a little way via a staircase or a few leading to an old fireplace. I knelt to open it and found a few bones with little to no meat on them among other things but I was sure that Wolfie wouldn't mind a bone.

"Hey, Mike," I stood with a bone in hand, he was on his way the moment I called his name which seemed fast and efficient, "maybe Wolfie will like this," I suggested by the time he was by my side.

"Yeah, he just might," he took it from me as he spoke.

I closed the trunk back and we headed back over to where the wolf was laying down.

When we arrived at the corner, Mike started to whistle and call the wolf, throwing him the bone. Then he stepped forward to pat him on the head. I smiled sweetly because a guy who is good with animals, especially canines and felines was a good guy indeed. I just couldn't help but feel more attached to him than I was before but I kept my thoughts to myself as we headed back over toward the fireplace.

We noticed an exit, seeing as it said exit, it was the way out. Though it was locked, the only way to get it open was to either rummage through my bag and find my lock picking kit or waste bullets on the damn lock. Mike went the faster option and shot the lock, my body jerked because I wasn't expecting it. I gave him a soft glare, "next time," I paused for dramatic purposes, "give a little warning before you're gonna shoot that thing," I told him and sashayed my way past him through the door.

"Sorry, Vanessa," he said, putting the gun back in his jacket.

We entered what looked like a foyer type room with a grand staircase leading down to a different level. There was lots of decrepit space and objects lying around the floor around the staircase handles that formed an open rectangle. We explored for clues as to what this place had become and found a large picture frame with a picture of twelve miners.

At the base of the frame it read:

'MIRACLE MEN'

'The successful rescue of 12 miners trapped in the disaster of 5th January 1952'

I read the words out loud, initially and Mike repeated the title 'Miracle Men'.

After that we moved swiftly toward the stairs and went down them, finding more hallways to get lost inside. I followed Mike to another locked gate, "of course," he sighed, "locked," he scoffed, "why is everything always locked?"

"Because if everything was as easy as opening doors, there would be no adventure or stupid mistakes to be made," I replied nonchalantly, rolling my eyes. I crossed my arms, waiting for him to shoot the lock, "well, I know you're not gonna wait for me to find my lock picking kit, so go ahead, shoot the damn thing," I was prepared for it.

As Mike was moving a barrel out of his way and aiming at the lock, I noticed something written on the barrel, I crouched down to take a closer look as Mike pulled the trigger. Sparks from the bullet colliding with the metal fell to the ground which was covered in oil, and that's when I knew what was in the barrels ahead of us. My mouth dropped, "uh, Mike," I tried to get his attention but I was too late, he'd opened the door.

"Oh shit," he cringed, realizing his mistake.

"Fuck!" I screamed as we started to move away.

The barrels exploded, leaving Mike no choice but to grab me and jump away, we landed with my belly on the ground and Mike on top of me, he covered his face with my hair and my face with his arms as each barrel exploded until it had ceased and we could stand up, and run as far away from that area as possible.

To begin with, he shifted to his side onto the ground as I did the same but with my opposite side, so thus we were facing each other but we were both looking toward the fire behind us.

I was unamused and Mike was defeated.

"Good job," I seemed to growl at him.

"Sorry," he seemed to growl back at me.

"Next time, we wait until I find my kit," I put my foot down on this subject, "agreed?"

Mike grumbled at me, glaring at nothing, "agreed," he sighed in defeat as we stood and went the opposite direction, away from the fire.