"C'mon kitty". I chased the cat through the winding tress and tall grass, following the sound of its hissing and growling. My idea was stupid, but it was a idea.

I could still hear Jordan yelling at me. Probably because it was getting late and almost pitch black. It was also spring which meant that the Wriders are out now. They stay in during the winter. I still don't know why they do, but Wriders are some of the most annoying creatures in the world. I rather take a room of Modsteps then a room of Wriders. So when you get rid of Wriders for four whole months because of snow, you don't question it.

"Kitty", I stopped in my tracks. The cat slowly entered the Modsteps old Victorian house. Last time I was in this place, I was walking out with Jordan, fake crying, and trying to hide his sword from him for dear life. That place wasn't exactly happy memories before the whole 'wrestling myself' situation, anyway.

I adjusted the straps on my backpack and wearily stepped in.

The house looked how it always does, uncared for. Maybe a few more rats and blood splatters on the floors, but other then that the house was strangely homely. "Ok you cat if you don't want to be eaten by wolves, you need to come home with me".

I heard the cat meowing around where the stairs where Dr.Illegal Magics douche, as I like to call him, used to test in me.

"Ok kitty, I don't like this place to much". I inched down the stairs letting out my bow. The place was giving me the creeps.

The cat meowed again. I ran into the room where the fear demon had been. I hated that thing, but I have to admit if had been more sassy it could have been a convincing me.

The pipes that were supposed to be bars were ripped to metal shreds and the stone floor had a eerie red glow to it. The place smelled metallic and rotten. The cat mewed again. It was almost not worth it for the cat anymore, I was just curious now.

The cat was meowing from a hall to the left. The corridor had a wood finishing to the white walls and the rotten smell almost went to a smog. I held harder on my bow, getting a arrow out of my quiver and louding it in my bow.

I put the bow to my side ready to kill anything. The more I walked through the hallway, the thicker the sweet and rotten smell got. The only thing I could think of was Dianite and I hate Dianite more then I hate Mianite.

I stopped at a stone door. There were strange markings on it carved in with blood of some sort. The markings were where the smell was coming from. The door had a silver hinge on the end of the right side with a key lock on it.

I moved my backpack strap from digging into my shoulder and turned the lock upside down observing the key hole. It almost looked like a piece of flint. I got another stood out of ny quiver and twisted the flint off the arrow the way Jordan had taught me. I pressed the flint into the hole and the lock snapped open.

Curiously I took the lock of the hinge as quickly as possible. I opened the hinge took a huge deep breath and swung the door open.

"Hope!" I yelled walking towards the Modsteps house. I sighed looking at the run down Victorian manchen. "She wouldn't would she".

The porch had paw prints cutting into the deep layer of dust on it and by those paw prints were Hope prints. Really, do you need a cat that bad. I walked through the door, begging in my mind that Tucker and Sonja were behind me.

Just walking in the smell got to me. That isn't a good sign. The Hope prints sprinted through the kitchen, over to the rat infested living room, and down the creaky, terrorizing, bad memory lane stairs. I heard the front door slam shut in the kitchen. I was relieved when I heard Tucker, Sonja, and Tom's voices cone through the squeaking rats and ear numbing smell.

"I think she went down stairs", I yelled over. Tucker gestured everyone to follow. I headed down the stairs not waiting for them, which was probably a stupid idea.

The room that the Modsteps had first kept me in. The boarded up door had ice thawing on it. Brown wood flooring was coated with a frost and the brick walls had some sort of mud on it. I turned through the doorway to the cells where the smell started to get stronger. The Hope prints had left on the stone flooring.

"Hope", I called for her again. It didn't work, then again when has ever calling for her worked. Unless there was a scream after that Hope would be lost in her thoughts and daydreams until I dragged her back into the real world.

The only other way to go was though a hall. It was the hall that Miachael had came out of with fake Hope. As Much as I doubt Hope would go around this area ever again, she really just wanted that cat. Maybe I should have just helped her get a cat and said yes.

The smell got worse through the hall. Almost to the fact that I was choking on it. I heard the pounding on the steps which was probably the rest of the group.

At the end of the hall was a thin stone door that was partly open. It looked like markings that were once strongly carved in had faded. I moved forward hitting something with my foot. It was a silver metal lock. I picked it up observing it. Under it where the key hole was a piece of flint was wedged into it. Oh, kid.

I opened the door. In a room about the side of a closet Hope laid unconscious. The horrifying part was the charred bones surrounding her. Not to mention the smell of corpses that I was basically gagging on.

"Yo, Jordan", Tom ran over by me. He slid to a stop. "What the hell".

The room started to get dizzy as the smell got thicker and thicker.

"I guess pick the rugrat up and we can-", Tom stopped with his talking to give me a weird look. "Dude you feel ok".

I held my head. "Yea I feel fine-"

The room went completely dark as I trembled to the floor. Sadly that stupid smell is permanently etched in my nose.