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Wonderful, Madeline lived. Oh, so did Thomas. Could this water get any colder? " Any ideas how to g - get out of here? " he asked, trying to keep the shiver out of his voice. Oh, she was a panick-y one, wasn't she? And how the hell was he exactly remaining calm?

She dove under water. Huh. That wasn't a bad idea, actually.

" Thanks, M. " he told her.

Harley took a long, deep, shuddering breath, prepped himself, and then dove under the water, forcing his hands to feel the ground. Nothing yet. Forty seconds later, he surfaced.

" Shit, this water is f - freezing. " His toes were quickly becoming numb. He tried to quickly swim over to the corner of the dark-wall room. The ceiling was getting lower with every second; if they didn't drown first, they would be crushed. " G - Going down . . . " He began to feel around the floor again, this time with a little more gusto.

There had to be something down here.

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Theodore's eyes snapped open. He took a breath, which became a cough and turned into hyperventilation and wheezing as memories assaulted him. Oh GOD. He had ... died. He hadn't exactly meant to, either. He remembered driving like a madman. The only thing on his mind had been how to make sure the rest of the people with him weren't killed, too. Not because of him, or those people. He had only wanted to help and to accomplish something, but ...Not existing...What a terrible, hollow feeling.

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His heart started to calm down, but panic surged through his muscles once more as he took in his surroundings. He didn't need to put too much thought into things to realize he was in a torture chamber. His arms were held high above his head, and his legs were tied, as well. The pain in his shoulders only just began to get to him and a hit of desperation caused him to groan out. His throat was dry, and eyes tired.​

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Scanning the room again, he noticed Elliot laying on a table. He could have cried, so relieved to see him--but not here. He shouldn't be here. Who else was? Olivia and...No one else, from what he could see. ​

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❝Is...Everyone alright? Vanille, do you know where you are? It's Theodore.❞​

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xxxxxCherno opened his eyes to a dark, damp room.
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He held a hand to his head. A tough headache wracked through his brain, but he tried getting his bearings. Looking around, it seemed like he was underground. Shelves of strange fluid jars, filled with grotesque parts of the face and ears and nose and eyes and arms and legs and uuuuugh fuck Cherno was getting nauseous just looking at all of this. Old, decrepit cribs lined the sides, falling apart at the seems. He stepped forward and kicked something hard and plastic. Bending down, he picked up what appeared to be--

A-- a decapitated baby head d--doll?!

AGH FUCK.

Cherno yelped and dropped the head to the ground.
He felt some movement around him. Closing his eyes, he tried wandering through the dimly lit room.

And then he heard something.
"Who is down here?"

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She was--
Oh no.

Cherno called out.
"Marina? Marina, that's you?"

But he was interrupted by another voice.

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xxxxx"Hey! Watch it, dammit."

Marigold looked up at the girl she bumped into. Who was this tramp? Where the hell was she? A minute ago she was running across the moor, away from those stupid soldiers when she was suddenly teleported here, directly facing this weird clown girl. She pulled her red hood tighter over her head and looked up at her with cold eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Did y'bring me here?"

Marigold took out a small, bloodied knife from her pocket and held it close to her.
She wasn't risking fighting no girl that could have brought her here to this sickening place. Marigold looked around, squinting at the strange jars and the dirty cribs.
Oh. What sort of apocalypse happened here?

Marigold turned her attention back to the girl with the elegant dresses and long eyelashes.

"Talk, tramp.
What am I doing here? What're you doing here?"

Bitch. Marigold scoffed. Nobody kidnaps her and puts her in weird, disgusting cellars.

 

Duncan's eyes slowly opened and he blinked a few times, not wondering why his vision was so blurry and green...yet. Fiddle sticks, there was a killer kink in his neck, his groan was loud as he slowly sat up. His neck turning his head left and right as he glanced about his forest biome. "....MOOOOOOOOOOM!?" His voice echoed for a few moments and he repeated his call, she had to be here somewhere. This was a joke and when he founded the ******* who did this he would kill them! Where was his parents for grunges sake! He gazed about bewildered before finally taking a few tentatively steps forward and noticing a subtle fork with one leading towards a building and the other one towards an open stretch of wider land.

His mind churned hard, no one was around. His parents were probably in Brookridge looking for him but he was in this damned forest! He harumped, at least the building looked creepy in a cool way. It made his feet head straight for it.

 

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"C'mon kiddos, this ain't the time, wake up." Bernie took a step closer to Harley. He must have been even colder than she was. He had hardly any clothes on. She reached out to poke the two others that were with them. Hopefully they weren't already dead. That would be uncomfortable. Another shiver went down her spine as the water continued to get higher. If they were dead, she didn't want to be by the dead bodies.

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"W-we n-need t-to f-find ah w-way out-t-t-t." Her teeth chattered. She watched for a moment as Thomas went under and then resurfaced to help Madeline push on the wall. Harley went down next--once, then a second time--and she decided to would probably be smart to follow suit. They were running out of time. Bernie was grateful over the fact that she had put her hair back in a braid. It would keep it out of her face as she dove under the surface. With one deep intake of breath, she dropped under the surface and swam down to the bottom. The water pressure was already starting to increase near the bottom. Bernadette groped the floor.​

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Temperance followed after Quintus until they reached the large abandoned looking building. Hesitantly, she pulled open the large metal doors and peaked inside. She motioned for the other two to follow after. She stepped inside the hall and pressed herself against the wall, waiting for them to enter after her. "We should keep an eye out. If the others are in here, that probably means that they aren't the only ones." She felt a surge of leadership return to her. Sure, she wasn't exactly the cheerleading captain anymore, but being in charge is still being in charge.

Temperance tip-toed down the hall until it seemed to branch off in a couple different directions. "Well... It would probably be best if we stuck together, but we could cover more ground splitting up..." Neither idea sounded appealing to her.
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After a long moment of silence, Vanille heard a cough and felt a bit of relief - she wasn't alone! That was a . . . good or bad thing. She waited for their reply.

❝Is . . . Everyone alright? Vanille, do you know where you are? It's Theodore.❞

❝Theodore!❞ she cried out, feeling relief flood her naked body. ❝I'm here . . . I don't know where I am, but I'm . . . inside something metal. D - Do you know where we are? Is there anyone else in here?❞

Where were the others? Maybe they were in devices like hers . . . What kind of device was this, anyway? She knew it couldn't be good because her hands were tied up and she was naked and very uncomfortable . . . This was awful!

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Harley tugged at something that wasn't smooth brick in the absolutely freezing water. Damn. Too heavy. He quickly surfaced, gasping for air. " Hey, I found something, think it's a lever . . . Help me out! " he told the others, in his slightly excited, shivering voice.

 

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Madeline nodded in understanding, diving under the water after a deep breath and gripping the lever, helping Harley pull at it. When it still wasn't enough, she held her ground and breath as best as she could, waiting for more assistance. ​

 

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"I am-- I am here. Here. Are you two alright? This is-- ah-- this is Olivia. "
When Olivia woke, she could not spend any time expressing her joy over returning to her body, oh no. For her precious body was strapped to one of the strangest contraptions she had ever remembered ... what, Ben telling her about?

It was a medieval torture machine, that is certain. Her legs were tied wide apart and her arms right above her, and she could barely move an inch. Her back lay upon cold wood and rusty metal, and thick ropes bound her to this terrifying contraption. She struggled and pulled, fighting against the restrains like a caged bird, but it was no use. She sighed and settled, but the dull pain all throughout her body made her chest heave.

What was happening? She was so close to getting to the others.
And was that Theodore? He was alive after all?

Olivia tried to breathe in, but she instead let out a mild cough.

"Ack-- I-- well, is that you, Theodore? Haha ..." She tried to laugh gently. "Good to see you're alive. N--now, now we should-- we should try and find a way out of these things s--so you can enjoy living." Her voice shook with mild fear and extreme, hoarse pain.

"Is-- is there anyone else here? H--hello?"

 

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Bernie had managed to resurface in time to hear Harley's announcement. She gave a shivering struggled nod before diving back down and wrapping her trembling hands around the lever.​

 

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When it was first declared that her, along with several others she did not know, their house was stormed and searched by agents. Probably homeland security, but she wasn't sure.

During that time she hid in a panic room and watched as the dark figures danced on the screen. It was a bit much to bear so she put in her headphones and listened to the many recordings she made with the computer. Among them was a strange email she had received a while back and, when she flashed back to it, she remembered that the list of names from it and the ones to be hunted were the same.

Were they connected?

Regardless, everything changed then. She could not stay in that house so she was moved to live with a relative at the shrine and there it was fairly safe. They had food, water, and protection against the radiation that tainted the air. She thought she could live out the bombings here, though this proved to be a false hope.

From the shrine to this unknown place within what felt like a second with no idea how. What woke her was a female voice calling out. Groaning, she sat up.

Someone sounded angry, the others confused. "Who's there?"

 

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Temperance and the other boy had followed. Splitting up . . . They would cover more ground, indeed, but this building gave her a feeling that was strictly bad. " We should stay together . . . For now. " she replied.

They looked around for a few more long minutes and eventually found a door that was slightly creaked open. Kallisti stopped, observed the dirty door, and then looked back at the other two. This was going to be a terrible idea . . . Or she felt it would be. Motioning to the other to, Kallisti took a step inside and found herself in a long stretch of hallway. It seemed that the only way to go was forward, and so that was where she went.

 

Thomas glanced up at the ceiling, while pushing against the walls and plunging into the waters depths until he couldn't anymore. While he caught his breath, a familiar voice that he pin pointed as Mr. Jackson's told them all that he needed help. Well he seemed to find what they all had been looking for. Thomas as so relieved, enough to finally give Maddy a reassuring smile before began to help with the lever below them.

 

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LEVER PULLED!! THE FLOOR CRUMBLES. YOU ARE DROPPED INTO A RAGING RIVER.

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"Marina? Marina, that's you?" The familiar voice filled her with joy.

"Y-yeah Cherno it is m--" Suddenly, a shadow was standing over her, only this time when she blinked, it did not disappear.

"Hey! Watch it, dammit." The little blond girl in front of her appeared to be holding a knife. Was she trying to threaten her? "Who the hell are you? Did y'bring me here?" Marina went to open her mouth, only to be yelled at some more by the child. "Talk, tramp. What am I doing here? What're you doing here?"

"Excuuuuuuuse me?!" Marina snapped. She swatted the knife out of the girl's hand before glaring daggers. "You need to take a step back child. I am Marina Sario and I did not bring you here. I just woke up here the same as everyone else." Marina groaned in pain. She shifted on the bench to try and reduce the pain in her legs.

Would you just be quiet.

"What did you say?"

"Who's there?" She wanted to respond, but was too preoccupied with the girl hovering over her.

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The floor crumbled beneath them and opened up into a river. Bernadette's arms flailed as she landed into the rushing water. She covered her head with her arms to keep it from hitting the rocks and kicked with her legs using all her might to keep her head above the water. She reached for one of the rocks as she passed by and used what little bit of strength left to climb onto it so that she was out of the water.

 

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The other three came over to help him and with enough force, they were able to pull the lever. Harley didn't even have time to check out when the floor just . . . disappeared beneath all of them and then they crashed down into a raging river of water that felt no ****ing better than the water from before.

. . . Maybe it was a little warmer. His body was being rushed and and he was running into rocks of different sharpness. Several cuts were being made on his body in the process.

" Madeline - Bernie . . . Tommy! " he screamed between mouth-fulls of water, " Gru-ab oooo - on! "

Harley threw out his arm to whichever direction and hoped that at least one of them grabbed it. Now the only issue was . . . Where did this raging rapid of frigid water run?

His head bobbed under once more and then he forced himself up. No one grabbed his arm. Fuck. The side of his head grazed a rock. He raised his arm once more, swallowing a ton of water, and then he latched onto something. A ledge. Harley held on for dear life, pulling and pulling against the rapids. His bleeding arms went up, then his torso, then the rest of him, and he was laying on a wet, flat surface, coughing out his lungs. His head hurt.

The others . . . !

 

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This was the second time he was woken up by that voice, only this time it was more clear. They had to be in the same room now. What this room was, well he couldn't tell. The lighting provided by the candles were hardly enough to get a good look at it and he couldn't move to do so, either. Wait...couldn't move...

The shock of the discovery caused the boy to fully awaken. He could not move much, only squirm as he attempted to break free of his binds. When it failed Elliot began to take in other facts. For one he no longer wore the suit. That was a relief, for the sweat would make it unbearable. And the radiation should not be a factor. The second was that he could starve on the spot, but that was quickly written off as an unimportant note for the time being.

Lastly, there were other voices, both of which he knew.

"Olivia? T-Theodore?" So his deal worked. But if this was the price then... He also wasn't sure how he felt about hearing that dolt's voice again, either. Out of all the places they could meet again... Well, at least she was no longer a bird.

 

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Nerves flooded her stomach as she dropped. A weightless feeling filled her. She was so oblivious to what was happening that she simply relished in the feeling of floating for a bit. Her eyes opened right as her back slammed into the river's surface, knocking the breath out of her. She expected to hit the bottom and come back up, but instead, the current dragged her further under the water. Her head spun, her body jolted this way and that. She tried desperately to climb up, but tumbled under the water instead.

It wasn't until her hip snagged on a branch that she was able to slow. The wood cut deep and she screamed breathlessly under the water, but found the strength to wrap her hands around the branch. Debris that had fallen from the floor and tumbled into the river with the rest of them whipped past her, one chunk pushed by the current and slamming into the right side of her face. She clung, though, and pulled herself up and onto shore. She could hear voices, but they were quiet.

Her hip was bleeding, and ... She reached up to touch her face. Pain shot through it. Her breathing was highly irregular at this point, coming out in wheezes. She brought her fingers away, noticing, from one eye, blood. ...A lot of blood. There was blood everywhere. Panic. She screamed.