Adair's eyes widened, and he hurried after Mollie. His arms wrapped around him as soon as the cold air hit him, and he had trouble not shuddering at least one. He glanced around, looking for his friend, and found her quickly.

"Don't run off that quickly," he said quietly, hugging Mollie from behind and shuddering. "What if they got you? or me? or the cat?"

"I'm glad that you're glad," Adair said quietly, trying to lighten the mood. The air was heavy with fear; he could feel it radiating off of himself. He swallowed audibly, and then peeked through the garage door. It was empty of anything human, so he took a step inside.

Adair set his hands on his hips and smiled. "See, Mollie? There's nothing to worry about." he said, looking back at her. "I don't know why you were so scared."

( Lol. ono )

     Mollie scoffed at Adair and then gently punched his arm. "I wasn't the one being a scaredy cat." She laughed and closed the garage door behind them. "Let's get back inside. It's freezing out here!"

(We'll say that the killer snuck into the house while they were in the garage. :o)

( .o. Okau. )

"Ow," Adair whined, rubbing his arm and looking deeply hurt. "Jeez, Mollie. You don't have to hit me for pointing out you were scared..." He took a step towards the door again. "It's okay to be scared. I was, too," At that, he smiled and raced inside.

( Oh noes. D:
He should have an accomplice. D< )

Adair stopped in his tracks, eyes widening and body tensing all over. He couldn't find his legs, and he felt as if someone has silently cut them off while he was asleep. But, he felt no pain. I told her. he thought, having trouble swallowing. I told her, but she didn't listen. Damn, we should've called the police when we had the chance.

C'mon, legs, move! he thought desperately, his hands clenching into fists. If this guy was here to murder them like in those horror movies, and he couldn't run... Well, obviously, he'd be killed.

(Okay. I can be one guy and you can be the other.)

     Mollie began to tremble beside her friend and she wanted to scream but not sound came out. It felt as if her throat had closed itself off. She couldn't breathe. The man chuckled as he watched the two teens cower where they stood.

     He wore a black leather jacket and matching black gloves but didn't have anything covering his face. He stepped from the shadows and the light from the moon reflecked off of his dark eyes. A scare ran down the length of his neck, looking like it had been slashed before. The look on his face was calm, as if he were ready to play a sick game of some sort. "Not so brave anymore, are we?"

( Hokai. ^^ )

"Run!" Adair shouted, and he snatched Mollie off the ground next to him, holding her close to her chest as he ran upstairs. The attic. he thought as he hurried upstairs, having trouble seeing in the darkness. There's mirrors up there. Break one, and it's a weapon. Does Mollie have a wine cellar?

As tall as he was, it was pretty easy for him to reach the attic's door, but the fact that he was shaking so violently made it almost impossible for him to open it. Somehow, he managed, and he yanked the door down, dodging the wooden staircase as it came down, too. He hurried up the stairs and pulled them up, ducking into a corner once again.

Fraidy cat. his mind hissed. Wow. You could've broken a record for how fast someone could run with their tail in between their legs. Adair ignored his own thoughts, hugging Mollie closer.

The other man just happened to walk by when Adair scurried into the attic, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Over here," he called to his partner, staring up at the attic. "I can almost hear them shaking."

     "Oh, my God. I-I can't believe this is happening," Mollie whispered, tears now streaming down her face and her whold body shaking. She now knew that there were two strange men downstairs and they knew where they were. "What are we going to do?" She whimpered next to Adair and clung to him, never loosening her grip on him for a moment.

     The man laughed and stomped up the stairs towards him partner. "Smart move, kid. Now you're cornered. Made it even easier for us." He looked at his comrad, smiling a disturbed smile, and started to reach for the opening to the attic. "Help me with this, will ya?"

Adair pursed his lips, then stood, peeling away from Mollie and pushing her even closer into the corner. He felt around the darkness, searching for something hard, and threw whatever it was at a mirror. It broke into several pieces, including one that one could in their hand. Adair wrapped a cloth around the blunter end of the shard, holding it tightly. Maybe, he could fight these people off.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," The other reached up to the door, pulling it open. He moved out of the way when the stairwell fell down, and he flashed a grotesque grin at his partner-in-crime when he heard the mirror break. "They're thinking about fighting us off," he said.

(My guy's name will beeeee..... Jeb! XD Ha.) 

     When Adair moved away from her she began to cry harder, her arms outstretched toward him begging for him not to go. She yelped when the mirror shattered. "Adair, don't!"

     Jeb grunted and took his first step onto the ladder. "Then this should be funner than I thought." He clenched his large, gloved hand and then grabbed the next rung of the stairs.

     Hearing the man take his first step onto the steps, and bringing him one step closer to them, Mollie gasped at a long ago memory. She quickly jumped up from her place in the cormer and ran over to the furthest side of the attic's wall. There, at the end of the wall, was a barely noticable crack where a small door was hidden. She remembered playing hide and seek with her cousins when she was little and how she was never found. The door lead down to the laundry room. "Adair! Come over here." She quickly pulled the door open, tears still spilling from her face, and shakily motioned him over.

( Lol. O.o
Funner? xD
Mine will have an alias. >D )

"Right, right," Cay mumbled, waiting for Jeb to climb into the attic. He was tapping his foot impatiently, staring after his partner with an extremely irritated and impatient ex
pression. If he took any longer, he'd knock him right down and climb up himself.

Adair looked over his shoulder at where Mollie was cowering, then silently moved over, being careful not to step into Jeb's point of view, as well as the shattered gl*censored* that was splayed all over the ground now. Once he was close enough, Adair whispered, "What is it, Mollie?" as if he were more concerned with what she wanted to say rather than his life being on the line. And, maybe he was.

(Lol. XD I didn't know what else to put.) 

     Mollie pointed at the hidden door and the stairs that descended inside. "Look. It goes down into the laundry room. We have to go!" She grabbed Adair by the hand and quickly pulled him inside, quietly closing the door behind them. They shouldn't be able to find it.

     Jeb scowled at Cay and began to climb up the attic's ladder. "Why so anxious, Cay? It's not like they're going anywhere. They're trapped." He pulled a large, sharp hunting knife from his pocket and smiled evily.

( o3o Okay. xDD )

Adair had to slap his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. When Mollie pulled him into the hidden exit, he'd twisted his foot. He had to yank it out so they wouldn't tumble down the stairs. "O-okay," he managed to say in a whisper, biting his lip.

Cay rolled his eyes, mumbling, "Yeah, but I hate when they're so scared they pee their pants or something." He took a buck knife out from his back pocket and ran it along the wood of the stairwell. "The earlier they go, the better."

Jeb put the nlade of the knife between bis teeth and made his way up the ladder. "I always like playing with 'em a little first. Watching 'em squirm." Jeb finally stuck his head through the opening in the ceiling and gazed around the dark attic. "Come out, come out," he called in a sing-song voice, standing up on the attics floor to make room for Cay.