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Title- The Very Long Night
Author- ArchieCookie (Thats Me!!)
Fandom- American Idol Season Seven
Pairing- Cookleta!!! A liiiitle bit of Michael Johns/Carly Smithson
Rating- PG-13 on this chapter, R overall, I think. It gets kinda violent, maybe? I don’t know…stabbing and stuff…
Disclaimer- I own nobody in this fic, except a few made up characters. None of the idols. They all own themselves and are they are their own people. Any song or movie or place that is mentioned in this fic is property to those who produced them, and not me. I am making nothing off this story.
Summary- Archie and Cook have a night off from working on the albums, and decide to hang out together. But when they head back to Cook's house, things take a turn for the worse. Suddenly they find themselves in a struggle to survive when three mysterious strangers arrive at their door. But when morning comes, who will be left standing? (I think I suck at summaries...)
A/N- Okay, so this is my first fic, so it probably isn’t the best. It’s a movie inspired fic. I was just sitting there watching the movie and it all just came to me. So it’s probably a really sucky fic and the topic is gonna be totally weird and boring. But anyways, it’s my first so go easy and I would love everyone's advice on how to make this better. Hopefully I don't bore y'all!! Okay, here we go!!!!!
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The door to Cook’s room slammed shut. Cook turned and ran to the window and looked out. Someone emerged from the cover of trees and made their way towards the house. Cook swore and yanked the curtains closed. He ran back to the door and turned the lock. A shaky hand ran through his styled hair, messing it up.
He was reminded that he wasn’t alone in the dimly light room when he heard a small whimper followed by a sob from behind him. He turned to find David curled up in a ball on the bed, with his head between his knees, rocking back and forth. Cook quickly made his way to the bed and sat next David.
David, when he felt the bed dip in next to him, lifted his head up and looked at Cook through watery eyes. “W-w-why…What’s g-g-going on?” He let out another sob and dropped his head back to its position between his legs. Cook reached out and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just sat quietly and tried to bring some comfort to the boy who secretly held his heart.
Five minutes or so passed before David finally calmed down. He looked back up at Cook, his eyes puffy from crying, and said, “Thanks Cook.” Cook just smiled and pulled his arm back and rested it in his lap.
“Listen Arch.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I… I need to get my phone from the car.”
“W-what? No! You can’t go outside, those people are out there! A-a-and you could get hurt. No, it’s too dangerous! I won’t let you go!” David said stubbornly.
“Then what do you suppose we do? Just sit here and wait until they come up here? We have to get a hold of somebody and get help. In case you didn’t notice, but that was blood on my walls. This has obviously gone past a prank. This is real, it’s not some game. We have to call the police or something or else we are going to die!”
David’s eyes started to water up again at the last thing Cook said. The room fell into silence. Cook looked away and muttered, “Damn.” He ran his shaky hand through his hair again, furthering his bed head rocker look.
The tears in David’s eyes spilled over again as he spoke. “T-the land l-line.” David croaked out.
Cook looked back at David with guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m just…” He hesitated. “This is so…so crazy. So messed up.”
David smiled through the tears. “I-its fine.”
Cook smiled back, and then stood up. David stood with him and followed as they made their way to the door. Cook came to a halt when he reached the door, and turned to look at David. “Listen, I want you to stay here. If you lock the door behind me, then you’ll be safe up here. I’ll just go out to my--“
“Uh, no. If your gonna risk your life and go out there, then I’m coming with you.”
“But Arch--“
David stopped Cook by pushing by him and un-locking the door, thus pulling it open. He made to walk out, but changed his mind and said, “After you.”
Cook chuckled, in spite of all that’s happened, and slowly made his way out the door. He stuck his head out and peered down the hallway. It was empty. He inched out into the hallway, with David pressed up against his back. When he reached the stairs, he peered down. It was pitch black, he couldn’t see a thing. “There’s a light switch at the bottom of the stairs.” He announced as they made their slow descent.
When they reached the bottom, Cook rubbed his hand against the wall, feeling for the light switch. After a few moments he found it and flipped it on. To his relief, the lights all turned on, blinding them with their brightness. It took them a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the new light.
They looked around. It was just the way they had left it when they ran upstairs. Besides from the obvious blood covering the wall, which now had dripped down and was staining the couch, the room looked pretty normal.
After a few moments, Cook was the first to move. He trudged over to the kitchen door. It took David a few moments to realize that the scene was changing, and he had to jog to catch up to him before he disappeared through the door. When he walked through, Cook made his way to the drawer next to the sink. David looked over at the land line, and finally understood, when he saw the cut cord.
Cook opened the drawer, drawing David’s attention back, and pulled out two large knives. David gasped at the sight of them. But when Cook turned and held one out to him, he looked at it like it was some foreign object.
“I-I’m not--“
“Just take it for protection.”
David looked up at Cook as if to see if he was serious. And when he saw he was, he reached out hesitantly and grabbed the very end of the handle, holding as far away from him as possible. He looked up at Cook who was shutting the drawer. Just then the side door in the kitchen creaked open, causing the hinges to creak loudly. They both whirled around, knives in hand, to face the sound.
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“Ahhhhhh!!!!!” a high-pitched scream filled the night air.
“Run! Run!”
A water balloon flew through the air and hit Kristy in the back, soaking through her thin tank top completely. “Michael!!!” The second she stopped moving, three water balloons from all different directions, slammed in to her, completely soaking her from head to toe.
“Crap, mate, we’re screwed! Run!” Michael shouted to Chikezie, who dropped his last water balloon and they both made a beeline for the door.
Carly, who was currently sitting on top of Jason in triumph, let out a bark of laughter as she watched Michael and Chikezie being chased around the yard by Kristy, who was waving her arms in the air like a mad woman.
Syesha, who was tossing Jason’s water balloon up and down, looked up when the front door opened and Stacy walked out. “Mikey!” She screamed when she saw Kristy, soaking wet from head to toe. Kristy stopped chasing them and turned to Stacy, who was motioning for her to come with her. “Come on, let’s get you dried off.”
Kristy smiled and said, “That would be great, thank you.” She turned to Syesha. “Sy! Here!” Syesha tossed her Jason’s water balloon, who caught it and spun on her heel and threw it right at Michael, hitting him square in the chest. The plastic exploded upon impact and covered Mike’s chest in the ice cold liquid that was inside.
Michael let out a yelp and fell on his butt. Kristy gave a grin of victory, before turning and walking away with Stacy, who had a similar grin on her face. “Nice shot.” Stacy said as she shut the door behind her.
“Um, ow? Mind getting off me please?” Jason squeaked out from under Carly. Carly laughed and looked at Syesha.
“Water balloon please?” She asked with an evil grin spreading across her face.
“Of course.” She handed her a fat balloon, twice as big as the others.
“Wait! Wait…Carly, let’s talk this though. C’mon, please?” Carly just smiled down at him as she raised her hand and slammed the balloon unto the back of his neck, completely soaking him.
Carly got up and dusted herself off before turning to Syesha and saying, “Well, I think our work here is done.”
The front door opened again, this time revealing Brooke, who was holding a cell phone in her hand. She strode over to where Michael and Chikezie were standing. Carly and Syesha followed close behind.
“Nice.” She said, taking in Michaels soaked appearance. “Here. Your phone rang while you were, uh, water ballooning. I think it was from Archie.”
Michael reached out and took his phone from Brooke. “Thanks Brooke. Wonder what Archie’s calling me for. Him and Cook were suppost to be here, what, an hour ago?” he looked at Carly, who nodded.
“Maybe they aren’t coming.” Carly pouted, her victory grin faltering.
“Aww! Archie’s gonna be here!” Brooke said.
“I haven’t seen him since his party!” Syesha chimed in.
Michael put the phone to his ear, who was listening to the message.
Jason suddenly jogged up, still soaking wet, and said, “What? Archie’s coming?”
“Yeah, haven’t seen the little man in months. Dave’s coming too.” Chikezie answered.
Michael let out a little gasp when the message ended. They all looked at him. “It’s…Dave. He sounded…freaked out.”
“Wait, it was Dave? Well, what’d he say?” Carly asked
“He said ‘call me back, it’s an emergency’”
“Well, call him back.”
Michael dialed the familiar number and put the phone to his ear. It went straight to voice mail. “The phone’s dead”
“I wonder if everything’s okay.” Brooke said
“I’ve never heard Dave like that before.”
“Mike, let’s run over to his house real quick. You said they were over there, right?” Carly piped in.
“Yeah. Okay, hop in the car. Let’s go.”
The side door slammed shut and the lock turned. Cook looked out the glass. The yard was dark and as far as he could see, empty. The only light was the dim light coming from the kitchen. He was about to look away when a shadow moved across the lawn, towards the side of the house. He gasped and quickly jumped away from the door.
“Wh-what is it?” David asked.
“They’re out there.” He paused, and looked up at David. “We need to get my phone.”
David gulped and clutched the knife tighter, though didn’t bring it any closer to his body. Cook trudged over to the counter. He abruptly stopped.
“Cook?”
He cursed and ran to the drawer under the microwave. He wrenched it open and fumbled through a few objects that David couldn’t see. He heard the clinking noises that they made and tip-toed to where Cook was. Right as he was about to peer over Cook’s shoulder, Cook abruptly slammed the drawer shut and grabbed his knife.
“Cook! Wh-what is it?”
“The car keys!” he exclaimed as he rushed to the kitchen door. David followed with a confused expression on his face. When Cook reached the front door, David realized what he meant. He ran to the window next to the door and looked out. The car was gone.
“Dang it!” David murmured as Cook yanked the door open and ran outside. David stopped on the doorstep and watched as Cook shouted a few curse words into the night air from the driveway. Both of them were completely unaware that the bathroom door right behind David had slowly opened.
After a few moments, Cook decided he better get back in the house. He turned around and raised his head to see where David was. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. His heart stopped in his chest when he saw a tall, muscular man standing behind David. David was tiny compared to the large, strapping man, who was wearing an old, ratty looking suit, and a white bag over his head with holes cut out for his eyes and a smile drawn on where the man’s mouth would be.
“David!!!” he shouted and broke into a run to get to him.
The man behind David leaped forward, capturing David in a vice-like grip around his neck, his other hand grabbing the knife from him.
“Hmpph!” David croaked out from under the man’s grasp. The man yanked David back into the house and threw him on the floor with a loud thump. No one was there to catch him this time before his head hit the floor. Hard. The man turned and slammed the door closed, right as Cook reached it.
Cook pounded on the closed door with his fists, shouting, “David!!!” But it was to no avail, seeing as how the door had been locked. He heard a yelp from inside, followed by a loud thump right on the door.
Cook ran to the garage door and flipped open the security code key pad. He quickly punched in the code and hit enter. It flashed ‘invalid code.’ He swore and shut it, only to quickly flip it open again. He typed in the code, this time a bit slower, and hit enter. This time the garage door slowly came to life, raising up to reveal an empty garage. Cook dashed for the door, slamming it open and running inside. Once inside the kitchen, he ran towards the door that led to the entry way.
The first thing he saw made his stomach do back flips, and he had to look away to avoid vomiting. Blood coated the floor and the part of the lower wall. A trail of it lead into the living room. For the first time that night, tears fell from his eyes and down his cheeks. He wiped the tears from his eyes and trudged through the mess of blood on the ground. He followed the trail of it into the living room.
He gasped at the sight. The chair closest to him was overturned, with blood covering the back. The trail went on towards the door into the hall. The lamp was smashed into the ground, the shade shattered into tiny pieces. More tears fell from his eyes as he pushed open the door into the hallway.
He gasped when the trail abruptly ended in the center of the room. He swore and pushed open the door to the study. He looked around the small room and found it empty. He turned and left the room, unaware of the young girl that was at the door earlier emerge from behind the bookcase, wearing a doll mask.
Cook ran up the stairs and ran into the first room he came to. It was his parents room when they stayed with him. He looked around, but found everything in its place. He ran to the closet, but found that empty as well, aside from a few jackets. He ran back to the bed and looked under. Nothing.
He swore and ran back into the hallway. He continued on to all the other rooms, repeating the same process of checking the closet and under the bed. After checking all the rooms, except the one at the end of the hall, which was his bedroom, he came up empty in his search for David. Finally he reached the end of the hall. He took a deep breath, clutching his knife to his side, and reached out for the door knob.