The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 17: ➣ From The Deepest, Darkest, Blackest Part Of My Heart

I'M ALIVE! *breathes like I've run a marathon* So it's week three, I'm alive and breath and updating like I promised this week. 

Also, my friend got me a lit as valentines gift (HAPPY VALENTINES WATTPAD) So I'm in such a good as mood right now! So yep, I'm updating! Hope you enjoy!

Also I have a duck load of references on this *waddup random reference!*

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Ever had the unfortunate luck to wake up in the middle of the night with a practically sun-dried grape for a throat, demanding water?

Clearly, that was what I was experiencing right now. Just my luck.

I felt like a drained sponge just laying there, staring at the ceiling all run out of even saliva. I don't usually jolt awake in the middle of the night, mainly because I practically hibernate as soon as my face hits the pillow, but lately, a certain asshole gang leader is messing with my everything, including my sleep.

Any normal person right now, would casually get up and find their way to their kitchen, but if you haven't noticed, I'm being held hostage in the highest floor of a 3 story mansion. If that wasn't enough the only freaking kitchen was on the bottom floor.

If I don't get killed by some death-eater tonight, I will slap Xavier for his lack of common sense.

Reaching forward like some rising dead, I sat upright, feeling around in mid-air for any Kanimas lurking on my walls or ceiling. you never know when one could appear and paralyze the duck outta you.

"Coast is clear," I muttered to myself and swung my legs over, digging my toes into my carpet.

"Okay Skyler, all you gotta do, is get to the kitchen, grab some water and run back simple as that," I mumbled to myself, trying to reassure my completely empty bottle of confidence.

Key word being trying.

I was scared duck-shitless.

And when I'm scared duck-shitless, every fucking scare scene in all the horror movies I've ever watched, come together in my mind.

They come together so well that I could win the best horror film award for this shit.

Standing upright like some penguin figurine I felt around once more, half hoping to touch the face of Voldemort so I can actually figure out where his nose went. 

Realizing the room was practically empty, I practically sprinted to where my interpretation of the light switch and slapped it on, getting into a stupid kung-fu position about to fist-of-fury the duck out of someone. Thankfully the room was empty.

Exaggeratively sucking in a deep breath, I carefully pried my room door open, just barely poking my eyeball through the crack, glancing into the deep dark abyss that even hold the demon that rips right through your blanket-shield.

I hate myself for not keeping a flashlight.

And I hate Xavier because I hate myself for not keeping a flashlight.

Squeezing my duck body through my barely open door, I slammed myself against the wall breathing heavily like some 20th-century action movie. 

You got this Sky. 

Gulping down yet again dramatically, I began scared-walking down the corridor, in case some shit go down, I can get the duck outta there. 

If something did happen to attack me, then I'm throwing myself right out the window. I don't care if Gabe, Natasha or Jason could get hurt, I don't care if Xavier needs to be warned, I'm getting the fuck outta here.