Me: ‘You don’t know what it’s like, to be like me…’
Apps: Not again.
Me: ‘To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark; to be kicked, when you’re down, to feel like you’ve been pushed around…’
Invy: She’s depressed again.
Me: ‘To be on the edge of breaking down and no one’s there to save you…’
Apps: Anyway. This is the next chapter. She’s sorry, but ‘Who says, Dinosaurs are dead?’, there she’s got a little writers block. Could take a while to get the next chapter up there.
Me: ‘No you don’t know what it’s like…’
Invy: She doesn’t owns Scooby Doo. Neither does she own the song she’s quoting here the whole time, the song belongs to Simple Plan and it’s name…
Me: ‘Welcome to my life.’
Apps: Exactly. Now, enjoy!
Shaggy was breathing heavily, trying to catch the air, this whole hallucination had stolen from him.
After a short moment of confusion, he noticed some things.
He was still in the little dark room at the sea.
He wasn’t gaged anymore, neither was he roped.
Someone was embracing him very tight, a head lying on his shoulder, arms around his upper body, hands doubled to fists on his back.
He didn’t even needed to look who it was, on sniff with his nose was enough to tell him, that the person embracing him was Velma, Velma in her trademark orange sweater, with her coconut flavored shampoo, with her coke-bottle glasses.
Just, why was she embracing him?
Then, realization hit him.
In his hallucination, the second Velma, the one embracing him, hadn’t been his imagination. This Velma had been real, had somehow managed to get herself in his hallucination, had brightened it up and had stopped the horrible things that had happened, brought the light and warmth in it and then, had taken him back, had got him back to the reality.
Maybe, to stop horrible things you’re hallucinating, you need the proof, that it can’t be happening.
And that Velma had been there and embraced him, that she gave him no guilt, that she was safe and not in that chair, was this proof he had needed.
He smiled when this thoughts began to fill his mind.
Velma had saved him from this horror.
He lifted his now free arms and responded the embrace, tightly pressing her to him.
She brought up her head to look him into the eyes.
She gave him a smile as an answer. “You would’ve done the same.”
“Yeah, but what if I wouldn’t be the fitting proof?”
A confused look crossed her face and she thought about his answer. Then, she began to understand. Thinking more about it, she tried to find out what her biggest fear was.
For some reason, this made him happy. They stared into each others eyes for minutes, until they realized, what was happening.
Reluctantly taking their arms back from the awkward situation, Shaggy noticed the handcuffs that were still around Velma’s wrists.
“What did the pha-” he began to ask slightly worried, when Velma interrupted him.
“It’s okay, Shaggy. He got me the same way he got you, with chloroform. I woke up when he was dragging me through the floor to this room here.”
“So I guess, you don’t know where exactly we are?”
“No, we could be anywhere.”
“Not anywhere. We’re somewhere near the lake.”
Velma looked puzzled. Shaggy tipped on his nose with one finger and Velma smiled. “Always trust the nose, huh?”
“Sure. But I still wonder, what he has in his mind.”
At this words, Velma’s mind began to whirl thoughts around her head very fast. She knew what the phantom had planned for them. But if she would tell Shaggy, he could panic again and she didn’t want to upset him in any way, the phantom’s mix was still in him and who knew what it could do to Shaggy if he would panic?
Guilt crept up in her, when she answered to his last sentence. “I’ve got no idea myself.”
Shaggy had noticed the slight change of her voice, but decided against asking her. They were already in enough trouble
“I guess he took your skeleton keys?”
“Looks like we’re stuck then.”
They fell silent and just sat next to each others, backs against the wall.
Velma laid her head on his shoulder. His heart began to beat a bit faster, but he didn’t said anything against it. Some moments passed, before Shaggy turned his head to look into Velma’s eyes. They remained in that position for a few minutes, gazing into each other’s eyes, not able to look somewhere else. Then, slowly, very slowly, Shaggy bent down. Velma, in response, stretched her head slowly towards his.
Their lips barely brushed, when they heard how somebody turned the key and opened the door.
As fast as they could, they backed away from each other, hearts beating terribly fast.
The phantom entered the room and frowned, visibly disappointed that his mix had been beaten and that Shaggy seemed to be alright. Both, Velma and Shaggy, glared at him.
He saw immediately, that Shaggy wasn’t roped anymore and that Velma had her hands in front of her. Slightly frightened, that they would be able to knock him out together, he took out a pistol to make sure they wouldn’t try anything.
Pointing the gun to Velma, he spoke. “Stand up. Come with me.” Velma just hold her glare, making no move to come with the phantom.
The phantom got angry. Shortly thinking about what to do, an idea came up in his mind. He moved the pistol a bit and it pointed to Shaggy now.
“Stand up. Come with me.” he repeated his words to Velma.
Velma felt her heart froze. She knew, the phantom had planned to let Shaggy die in this house by burning it down, but maybe, he could be saved before the flames would reach him, when someone would notice the fire fast enough… Would the phantom really destroy its own plans by killing Shaggy with a shoot now? She looked at Shaggy. He looked back, directly into her eyes. Almost not visibly, he shook his head. He didn’t want her to go with the phantom, the gun pointing to him was indifferent for him, he just wanted Velma to be safe.
He closed his eyes and his head sunk down a bit, when Velma stood up and walked over to the phantom.
The phantom stood there shortly, not moving, undecided if he should tie Shaggy up again or not. Deciding against it, he was about to set the house on fire, also without being roped, Shaggy probably hadn’t a chance to escape in any way, the phantom turned around and pushed Velma out of the room, locking the room behind him.
Then, the phantom made the probably biggest mistake in his life.
He left the key in the keyhole.
Back in the room, Shaggy quickly began to have problems to hold himself in the reality.
His proof, holding him in the room, saving him from his hallucination, was gone.
But then, Shaggy noticed something.
The phantom had left the key in the keyhole.
Of course, he wasn’t able to turn the key around from his site, but maybe, if he could somehow get the key…
That was, when he smelled the fire.
It was not near enough for him to feel it and he couldn’t see anything of it, but he could smell it. The phantom had set the house on fire. It wanted to… kill him. Definitely. Trying not to panic or freak out, Shaggy stood still for a moment. It took him a time, to fight back the panic, that brought pictures of his hallucination back to him, but he managed to calm down enough to think clear.
He had to get the key.
His gaze jumping through the room, it fell on the wallpaper that hung loosely from the wall.
An idea, a little bit of hope and the smallest smile came to him.
Turning to the door, he laid his head on the ground to see through the slit under the door. It should be big enough and, after all, was his only hope.
He turned to the room again. Hastily, he ripped one large piece of the wallpaper and one smaller piece of the wall and went back to the door. He shoved the larger piece of paper halfway through the slit under the door and then rolled the smaller piece together. He push with the little roll in the keyhole and, after some time, heard the key falling down on the other side. Praying that the key had landed on it, he pulled the larger wallpaper back to him and smirked, when he saw the key lying on it.
Quickly grabbing it, he unlocked the door and stormed out of the room.
Now, he could feel the fire, too.
It took him some time, but he realized, that he was in the upper store of a two-stored house. He ran to the stairs immediately.
Now, he could see the fire.
It had made the half way up the stairs and was slowly coming nearer.
Escaping through the front door was scratched from the list.
Only one option was left. Jumping through one of the windows.
He turned around and opened the next window. A quick look down told him, that it was a jump of maybe three meter. The ground was earth. It would be an easy jump.
As a gymnast, Shaggy knew how he had to land if he wanted to cushion his fall.
One last look to the flames and the smoke that thickened around him and then, he jumped.
Meanwhile, the phantom had pushed Velma on a footbridge that reached far over the lake. The phantom had taken the handcuffs away, Velma wasn’t sure why though.
Velma’s thoughts quickly found the reason for this. ‘You’ll die at Bertram’s favorite place’. Of course, that meant the water, Susan had told them, that he had been a real water lover.
A quick look back to the house, that was really very near to the lake showed her, that the whole ground floor was burning now.
‘Please, make someone see it and help Shaggy.’ she thought.
They had driven around the lake for a while now.
Daphne had told Fred and Scooby about Bertram’s love for the water and, seeing that they hadn’t any better clue, they had decided to look around the lake.
That was, when they saw the smoke.
No one had probably ever felt the relief, Velma had felt when she had seen Shaggy.
She had no idea, how he had come out of the house and behind the bushes he was hiding right now, so the phantom couldn’t see him, but it was indifferent how, the thing that mattered was that he had come out.
And suddenly she felt much safer.
It didn’t matter, that the phantom had a pistol, he didn’t cared.
He just wanted to get to Velma.
The phantom was standing at the end of the footbridge with Velma, Shaggy didn’t really know what the phantom wanted to do with her know, but it couldn’t be anything good.
That was, when the phantom noticed the lanky man with the green shirt running towards him and Velma.
While he took out his pistol and shoot at Shaggy, he pushed Velma into the lake.
Invy: Wow. That’s… long.
Me: ‘We’re running out of time and you just don’t get it, now you’re watching people die and you still don’t care..’
Apps: Here she goes again…
Invy: Yep. However. She doesn’t owns the song she is singing now, too. That’s ‘Running out of time’ by Simple Plan.
Me: ‘We’re running out of time and you just don’t get that this is how I feel…’
Apps: And please, leave this depressed girl a review.
Me: ‘There’s a million things I hate about you!’
Invy: And don’t take the songs pers’nal.