Never Alone Version Two

I'm writing Never Alone, my first completed Movella, again as I want to make it even better. I might even send it to a publisher. Here goes...

After a young thrillseeker gets bored in the summer holidays, she comes up with a fun-sounding, if strictly illegal, boredom-buster. Break into, and take photos of, some celebrities homes. Will Smiths' place= Too easy. Casa de Jennifer Aniston= She could do it blindfolded. However, a dare from her best friend leaves her getting caught by the owner of Mansion Number 3. If that wasn't scary enough, the owner died when she was 12.

Now, 15-year-old Diana has a huge secret to hide, and an even bigger one to uncover. Both could leave her the same way as her ghostly companion.


13. This Isn't Right


Leaning against the steel walls, I crept down the stairs. Every single footstep echoed off the brushed metal, making it sound like there were a million Dianas creeping down the stairs. It was the last thing I wanted, as the each step gave the element of surprise away.

I eventually reached the bottom of the long staircase, where two elevator doors stood boldly in front of me. Two emerald Illuminati logos were worked into the metal, watching and questioning me. It was really unnerving, knowing that I was in the lion's den. If I died down here, nobody would ever know. My mom would be devestated, Stacey would be distraught, and I'd eventually fade away from peoples memories.

"If I'm gonna go out, I'm going out with a bang." I whispered to myself, pressing the button and stepping into the elevator.

The doors closed shut behind me, as I stood in the elevator. A large map covered one whole wall, but there was no control panel. Slightly worried, I distracted myself by focussing on the map.

Floor 1: General Meeting Room, European Governments Watch, Terrorism Control

Floor 2: Agent Briefing Rooms 1-9, North American Goverments Watch, Finance Departments

Floor 3: Agent Briefing Rooms 10-20, African Governments Watch, Celebrity Monitoring

Floor 4: Hall of Records-Alive, Asian Governments Watch, Birth Registering

Floor 5: Hall of Records-Deceased, Oceanian Governments Watch, Death Registering

Floor 6: Presidential Office, Presidential Secretary, South American Governments Watch

Floor 7: Holding Cells

"Looks like we're looking for Floor 5, but how do we get-oh!" I tapped the line for Floor 5, and the map lit up like a christmas tree around it. The elevator started moving down, and I was jerked back by the force. Clearly it was a touchscreen. Tres cool.

"That's how." TG said, as the doors hissed open, revealing an abandoned corridor. This looked like the right place, and thank God it was abandoned.

No sooner had I gotten out of the elevator, then the doors hissed shut behind me. I was stuck in the corridor, deep underground, where anything could happen to me.

I went down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the steel walls, looking for the Hall of Records-Deceased. That had to be where reasons for death were kept. I found it at the end of the corridor, behind two huge steel doors, waiting to be searched.

Pushing the door open, I saw the rows and rows of cardboard box files sitting on the iron shelves. They seemed to be stacked in a random order, so I'd be searching for a while.

"You take the left side, I'll take the right. Meet you in the middle." TG said, going into the hall. I reluctantly followed him in, as something was really bothering me.

The HQ of the most evil secret society ever, who has had an impact on all of the world governments, is completely abandoned. What's more, there wasn't a single security check, or camera. It was so easy getting in here.

Too easy.

Turning to the door, I saw it had slammed shut behind me. That was further proof that something funny was going on. Could this have been a trap?

"Hey, I've got something over here!" TG called out. I ran through the shelves to find him. Not to see what he'd found, but to warn him.

"There's a problem. This may have been a trap." I said, as I arrived by his ghostly side. He was frozen by a file, with his hand resting on it.

"Well take this and we'll get out." He replied, as I slipped the file off the shelf.

As I took it off, something in a huge glass bottle, tumbled sinisterly off the shelf onto me. Dropping the file, I was forced down to the floor by the impact. Whatever it was in the bottle, smelled absolutely vile.

The file dropped to the floor and sprang open, scattering various documents, photographs and newspaper articles across the industrial floor. One document floated right in front of me, titled Reasons For Termination.

"This is it, now...move it." I said, attempting to stand up. However my legs had chosen that exact moment to turn into overcooked instant noodles. I crashed to the floor, getting a faceful of that weird liquid. It absolutely stank, and it was everywhere now. Dragging me down into blackness, into nothingness, into...non-existance.

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