Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Temptations Inn ❯ More trouble. ( Chapter 3 )

The second floor hallway was just about as dark as the first floor.

The door had opened easily, of course, after I unlocked it with the key I had obtained from the library. I discarded the key, afterwards, though. I had no use for it anymore.

I sighed, making sure there was no more surprises down the hallway before I began to travel down it. I glanced to the other key I had obtained; '231'.

"It must be for one of the rooms," I muttered to myself, looking from left to right, checking out all the numbers.

229.. 230..

"There it is."

I turned and stopped in front of the door '231'; and slipped the key into the lock. The key fit nicely as I turned it, and unlocked it, opening the door. Inside, was a room like mine. I stepped in, making sure there were no psycho killers inside before I shut the door behind me.

After stepping to the bed, I noticed a book laying upon it. This one actually had a label.

'The History of the Zimmer Family.'

Great. More history on my relatives.

I could have cared less, yet, there was nothing else I could do right now, so I figured I might as well go ahead and check out the book.

The first few pages were boring; talking about my great great uncle, inheriting the place. But, soon, I came across something interested.

"The Zimmer Institute, inherited by Benjamin Zimmer, was formerly a hotel; "The Harrington Inn". Owned by Thomas Harrington. Thomas had been legally insane. But, due to a few factors in his life, he became fully insane, and murdered a few of the customers before committing suicide.

After his death, Benjamin Zimmer bought the hotel for a reasonable price, and kept it running as a hotel for a while. He ran a party in June, and was taking a swim in the institutes pool before he was found, dead, floating in the water. Apparently he had drowned.

After Benjamin's death, Jonathan Zimmer inherited the institute, and turned it into his private home. He married his wife, Michelle, soon after. For his marriage ceremony, he hosted a party in the upstairs ballroom, where he was murdered later that night by his wife.

Jack Zimmer is now the owner, the proud son of Jonathan Zimmer. He is married to his beautiful wife, Alexia, and still lives with her in the mansion to this very day."

What a happy ending? Not really.

I noticed that there were pictures of all the inhabitants. Something was strange, though. Alexia and Michelle looked like they were the same person, but, how? Maybe it was her twin.

Then I noticed that Jack looked exactly like..

.. me.

He looked exactly like me! If you added on about ten years of age, at least. I frowned, shaking my head.

"Strange family I have. Must just be coincidences." I spoke softly to myself, turning to the next page, and then the next. I found nothing else.

I sighed as I stood off the bed, disappointed, and turned to see a desk with a drawer, sitting next to the bed.

My key!

I hurried over to the desk, kneeling down and taking out the little key I had found, and slid it into the hole.

It worked perfectly.

I pulled the drawer open, and I was surprised to find yet another key, that had "stairs" etched upon it. There was also a gun, with an empty clip resting next to it, and then two bullets lying next to that.

I knew my firearms, even though I didn't own one; it was a SIG Sauer P245.

I picked up the clip, and slid the two remaining bullets into it. Then I picked up the firearm, sliding the clip into it, and cocked it.

Even though there was only two bullets, I felt a hell of a lot safer.

The gun was tucked away 'safely' into my belt, and after one last check of the room, I stepped back into the hallway. There was nothing left on this floor, besides more rooms that didn't interest me.

I hurried down the hallway, making my way for the staircase. That was obviously where I needed to go.

'Crash!'

I heard something shatter down the hallway behind me, and I quickly turned around, squinting my eyes to see if I could spot anything. I couldn't.

"This is when I get to use my gun." I mumbled to myself, and pulled out the SIG, making sure it was cocked before I hurried down the hallway, from which I heard the crash.

I soon reached the end of the hallway, in which I found a broken window. I looked outside, finding the darkness still around. I also noticed that there was a ledge to walk on outside. I blinked, and popped my head out the window, seeing if anything.. or anyone was there, and I carefully crawled through the shattered window, and gained my balance on the small ledge.

Heights. I hated heights so much. I was two stories up, and at any given moment, something could give way beneath my feet, and cause me to plunge to my death. That was the worse way anyone could kill me.

I began to wander down the ledge carefully, keeping as close to the wall as I could, feeling the cool wind bat against my face; it actually felt a little good, but it also made my fear of falling grow.

There was something shining on the end of the ledge

"Huh.." I mumbled to myself, and scooted closer towards the object. Why would something be out on the ledge?

I carefully knelt once I was within arm range, and took ahold of the object I had seen, and stood up, looking at what I had picked up.

It looked like a coin; ancient, too. I noticed that on one side of the coin, there was a scratch in it. Then, on the other side, there were two scratches. Strange.

"Well, this could be useful," I mumbled, and stuffed the coin back into my pocket, then began to walk the other way towards the window..

And something hit me, hard. I felt like I had been tackled. But I couldn't see who had attacked me. I finally noticed that I had fallen from the ledge.. and then, there was a shatter of glass as I broke through something, and then, a sharp pain as I landed upon a hard floor. But that sharp pain soon disappeared, as I had knocked myself out cold.