Tek Tek: She's After Us (NO UPDATES)

'Where Are My Legs...?'

Ayaka and Naomi had face palmed themselves as the woman answered, "What for, hon?!" with a worried expression on her face. "I need to report an assault!" Nana said, while smiling, thinking she was doing a good job.

"An assault...?" The middle aged woman said, giving the girl her full attention. "Where? Who got hurt?"

"I did!" Nana had replied, showing off her bruised knee that she'd hurt back at the library. Just as the woman began to pick up the phone again, with concern written all over face, Nana leaned in and whispered, "Don't tell anyone I said this but...the stairs did it." and left the lady to stare at her like she'd just escaped a mental hospital.

While she was doing that, Ayaka and Naomi had been busy getting the room service's lady's attention. "Excuse me, " Ayaka began. "But we happened to have lost our key to our room." She gestured to a door with '17A' on it.

The woman with a cart full of towels and clothes shrugged and as Naomi remained stiff, her anxiety with grownups getting the best of her. "I'll be back to give you your key." She replied flatly as she continued down the hall.

"The stairs did it...?" The woman in the lobby said, unsure. Nana nodded, and she asked, "Well where are your parents, sweetie?"

"Whoops! I gotta go, see you later!" Nana had said quickly before running off, the lady watching her as she disappeared. "Kids these days..." She'd murmured under her breath.

Then, one thing after the other, they were safe and sound in a warm room all by themselves. But they had no clue that all of that would change very soon.

Ayaka ignored her sister and continued to jump from bed to bed, also annoying Naomi, who was reading a book she'd stolen from the bookstore. Although she felt guilty about it, and a little unsure about the idea at first, she had to say it was worth it, it interested her. It was called, 'Lord of the Flies.' She was beginning to think she kinda liked stealing...

"You haven't been to a hotel many times, have you?" Naomi asked, burying her face in her book as Ayaka bounced back on her bed and back to her and Nana's bed.

Ayaka's frowned a little. "Well," she began with a sigh. Naomi noticed her change of mood and looked up. "Our parents were poor, and, we couldn't really afford any hotel."

Ayaka stopped jumping and sat at the edge of the bed, below Nana's feet, suddenly feeling gloomy. Nana was tired, the ice cream she had earlier had made her hyper but now she was more than a little sleepy. She drowsily wiped a lone tear from her face as it trickled down her cheek, thinking about the memories of her parents. The image of her mother's face, similar to hers, popped into mind. The memory of their father reading them a bedtime story began to haunt her.

"Let's go to sleep." Nana piped up, not wanting to remember anymore. "I'm tired, really really tired." Naomi looked at them, her expression softening, "Yeah, I'm beat..." She said, putting down her book on the bedside table.

Ayaka crawled beside Nana in bed, resisting the urge to cry. "Okay." She said. "G'night, Nana, Naomi." She gave Nana a peck on the forehead and she drifted off to sleep. Naomi returned the bidding and turned off the lamps on the dresser in between the beds.

Nana gasped as soon as the room went dark, she always hated the dark. The only light was the deep red glow of the '6:30 PM' on the digital clock on the bedside table next to her, and the bright electric blue flashes outside the big window. It was also storming, and rain pelted the window. She could barely see the garden of flowers outside the window through all the blur, but she continued to stare out the window, trying to take her mind off her parents and the shadows she thought she saw whenever the room lit up from the lightning outside. Her vision still slightly blurry, she began to notice a figure just outside the window. A girl, with a tangle of wet black hair covering most of her pale face. One icy, penetrating blue and bloodshot eye stared at her, as if looking through her soul, and the girl lifted a scythe to the window. Nana's breathing was getting more erratic by the second, her eyes had widened in terror. No way she was seeing this, it was just her imagination. She quickly pulled the covers over her head, listening to the soft snoring of the other two girls and the rain.