The Unseen- Verbose (Part 9)

“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence can break your heart.”

  • C.S. Lewis

The next day, Mattie pressed down on the gas pedal as she pulled up to the hotel. She got out and slammed the door. She ran up the steps and opened the broken glass door. She walked into the main hallway to find the black and white tile floor was covered in a thin layer of broken glass. The entire hotel looked like it had been abandoned because dust covered every surface in the hall; it even clung to the glass shards. This did not stop Mattie. She climbed up the broken steps even as the wood squeaked like tiny mice under her feet and the glass on each step broke like ice.

Mattie walked down the hallway of doors that had the windows beat out. As she walked to the end of the hall, she found there was only one door closed, had an unbroken small glass window. It was the door to Voltaire’s room. She walked down the hallway, her steps breaking the glass under her feet and echoing off the walls. She came to the door and opened it to reveal a dark room. It was lit only by one shattered window.

“You told Hubby about my strength,” Mattie whispered. “He has the proof that you also blackmailed me with earlier this year. How could you? You two timing, double crossing scum!”

The glass crunched under her feet. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw the room was a mess. It looked as if everything had been turned upside down. In a pile of clothes, gears, phones, and shoes lay a figure that was half visible. His arms, neck, and legs were coated with a dry brown crust. He twitched. He looked up and the stuff that had dried on his neck cracked like glass.

Voltaire staggered to his feet like a toddler learning to walk. He did not say anything. He raised the gun in his hand.

“Voltaire?” Mattie asked in surprise. “Arrêt… s’il vous plait!”

Voltaire pointed the gun towards the place where he thought Mattie’s head should be, but without eyesight he missed her. Mattie was forced to drop to the ground as Voltaire began to shoot the pistol randomly. He lowered the gun like a wind-up doll intent on murder.

“Poo poo,” Mattie said. She punched a hole though the floor and ripped apart the second floor of the hotel. Both Mattie and Voltaire fell through the floor. Mattie cried out as the floor rose up and she put all her strength into her fingers and stabbed them into a brick wall to create finger grips in the wall. Mattie cut her hands, but with her strength, she was able to hold on as the building fell down around her.

Mattie looked around the ruins of the hotel. A crowd was gathering and the invisible man was nowhere to be seen.

“I need a ladder,” Mattie yelled. “You know, sometime today if you’re not busy or if you are busy. I am just going to hang here terrified… probably telling jokes because I am terrified… HELP ME!”

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Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.


©Missy Wong

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