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Duncan ran until he ran ourt of breath. Using the tree as cover he rested qith his hands on his knees as he panted and tried to quiet himself. Briefly he wondered if those girls were okay before he shrugged. They had major head starts. They were fine and long gone. Probably.

 

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Temperance put the keys in the ignition and started the car up. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest as she glanced back over at him, still smiling. "Of course we can, but I'm not really sure where we are. Could you point out how to get there from here?" She put the car into gear and clutched the steering wheel tightly.

 

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❝OH, YOU HAVE TO GO DOWN THE ROAD AND TURN RIGHT! YOU REALLY REMEMBER, DON'T YOU? I'M...REALLY GLAD, TEMPERANCE. IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY THAT THE BOTH OF YOU REMEMBER. I WAS AFRAID I HAD BEEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN. IT HURT. ❞​

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Thomas finally caught his breath but sitting up was a slight struggle. His clothes weighed him down and to top it off he felt so drained. Still he made his way up to his feet. Shouting out for Madeline, Bernadette and Harley. He couldn't see the other two but did spot his favorite blond and he clutched his left shoulder as he walked to her. Dropping to his knees he winced, shoulder throbbing with a heavy pain. His right glass lens had two cracks down the middle, but he could work with that. Thomas tools deep breath and said, "Can you tell me where you're hurt? I need to know if it's bad." He wanted to hold her so bad., it was not the time or place though so instead he began to gingerly take off his shirt and slowly wring the water out of it. He then began to gently wipe her face clean with his right hand before carefully dabbing at the red on her water and blood matted hair.

 

Temperance shifted the car into drive and pulled out onto the road. She took slow steady breaths to calm her nerves. This guy was not from her past and she could only imagine that he was also not from Quin's, but she would continue to play along. He knew who they were. He was clearly a creation most like made by Crestatia to trip them up. This was her game after all and these were just some of the chances cards they were drawing from the pile. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing really fair about competition. "Of course we remember. How could we forget you? It's just been such a long time, ya' know. It's amazing you remember who we are." Her voice was light and fluttery. She used her chipper cheerleader tone like she was invigorating a crowd of people. "I would never want to hurt you. We were just scared because you came chasing after us with those nasty weapons." She smirked at him and gave her best lighthearted chuckle. Her knuckles were white as she turned the car to the right and took the turn he directed. "Where do we go from here? I really can't wait to get there."

 

Harley limped over to Madeline, trying to figure out where they were. Things felt bad. The sun on his back thought . . . It was nice. He had to admit. That water had been freezing cold, and he thought he was going to die in it.

Thomas . . . Harley didn't think about it. He weakly bent down by M and ripped off some of the cloth on her clothing. "Your eye," he commented, though she probably knew since she was crying. "Sorry." There wasn't much else to say on the matter. He moved her hand and twitched uncomfortably at the site, but wrapped the extremely damp, but now-cool cloth so that it was covering her eye. "I can't do much to stop the blood." he told her, and then helped her stand.

Off in the distance, he swore he heard a car somewhere. "Where do we go," he asked, more to himself than to the others.

 

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❝JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES DOWN THIS PATH AND WE'LL BE TO THE RIVER! I'M SORRY ABOUT THE WEAPONS...I HAD TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM THE BAD GUYS. I KILLED A LOT OF THEM, YOU KNOW.❞​

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Kallisti raised an eyebrow, trying to remain calm, "Is that so?" she asked curiously. This was insanely ridiculous, "Tell us, what kind of bad guys were they?" The river. Hmm.

 

"I can see that. You're awfully messy. Maybe we should get you cleaned up once we get to the river. Are there any spare clothes in the trunk? We could rinse those off and get you changed and clean." She beamed her show stopping smile. She had never been to this river. Temperance could only hope that it wasn't a death trap, but... he seemed nice enough. She didn't want to let her guard down--she couldn't let her guard down--; he just seemed so traumatized and vulnerable. She could relate to that. Temperance pressed her lips together and shook off the thought. "Do you remember that nickname I had for you when we were little? I can't seem to remember what it was." She wanted to get a name out of him, but couldn't just blatantly ask. Everyone had nicknames, and hopefully he was no different.

 

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❝MM...THEY WERE IN CLOAKS. I DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT THEY ARE. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE CLOTHES, EITHER. MAYYYBE....MY NICKNAME? CHESHIRE! ❞​

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Cloaks? She hadn't seen anyone around inside that building, but he had said he killed them. "Oh, right! I remember that now. Thank you." She smiled at him, then had a terrible sinking feeling. "There weren't any other people in the hospital were there, like ones not in cloaks?" If some of the others had been in there and they just left them there while smashing windows and inviting crazed psychopaths into cars--she swallowed nervously--, Temperance wouldn't be able to forgive herself. As the river came into view, she pulled off of the road and over to a small dirt parking lot near the ledge.

 

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Bernie stumbled along behind Harley as he hurried to Madeline's side and tended to her with Thomas. Then, he helped her to her feet. It would probably be easiest if the two males carried her, but Thomas didn't look too good either. Bernadette decided to sidle up on his other side and wrap an arm around him so that he and Madeline were sandwiched in between Harley and herself. "Help must be up dare," she reassured them. Her body ached and she was pretty sure she was bleeding, but had little time to focus on the extent of it, even with a huge nasty gash across her chest.

 

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Madeline's fingers trembled. She heard Thomas' voice and immediately twisted her shaking body towards him. He asked where she was hurt, but couldn't he SEE her? Instead of answering silly questions, she was about to launch herself at him. She needed a hug, and a long, long cry. Grief and pain. Why was all of this happening? Thomas wiped a bit of the blood away and Madeline winced, sobbing.​

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Before she could break down, Harley approached them. He helped put something over her eye and apologized to her. It wasn't his fault, but...She wanted to say thank you, but she couldn't speak yet. ​

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The sound of a car alerted her attention. She turned with Harley and ...accent girl's help, finding her knees feeling weak like jello. Who was that? She sniffled. ​

 

Harley looked up in alarm when he heard a car pull up. Instinctively, he put himself in front of the others, and then the door opened, and he saw Kallisti. With raised eyebrows, he watched as her face turned surprised ( and maybe relieved ) to see him too, but she quickly put a finger to her lips, made a cutting motion across her throat, and then turned to the car.

"We're here." she said cheerfully, opening the passenger's door. "Do you remember all of the time we spent here? That was very nice."

Harley raised an eyebrow and was a little shocked by the sudden appearance of a blood-stained boy. All of his senses were on high alert because of it, but Kallisti, standing behind him, motioned for him not to say anything.

"Tell me," she began saying to the boy, "Do you remember what sort of things we used to do here? I'll be very upset if you do not remember. You have to guess."

 

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❝MHM! WE USED TO WATCH THE STARS HERE, AT NIGHT, AND WE WOULD TRY AND CATCH FISH, EVEN THOUGH THE RIVER WAS TOO--...WAIT... WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?❞​

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Kallisti flinched at the sudden turn in the boy's demeanor, but quickly thought, "Shhh, no . . . It's okay. Shhh, they're not going to hurt you. Come now, darling, don't you remember that they used to play with you too? If you don't remember it was because they didn't play with you as often as Temperance and I did." she explained, remaining calm.

She saw Madeline, alive, but not overly-well, Harley, and Bernadette. Thomas lay on the ground. Dead again? Useless.

"They are not going to hurt you, I promise." And she gave Harley a very pointed look, "They wanted to see you again, didn't you?"

Slowly catching on, Harley nodded, "Yeah." he said, slightly breathy.

"See?"

This boy was a dangerous ticking time bomb. One wrong move . . .

 

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When the breathing had started up again she had not expected such and immediate reaction from the kid. The words that came out of his mouth were... unexpected.
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"Where the hell? Are you the one that saved me?....thanks man."
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She turned immediately at the sound of singing, mainly because it came completely out of no where. She stared at him and went quickly from a calm state to a state of confusion and fear. According to this kid they were in the bedroom of a god... it just seemed like the bedroom of a girl with identity issues. She's been wrong before.
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Jessie shook her head at the scene and spoke, "Don't stress your heart out so quickly or you can go into a second cardiac arrest..." Jessie noticed the 4th figure in the room staying relatively distant from her. She wasn't going to bother questioning it. She walked across the room and attempted to open the door again.
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When he rounded the corner, he was happy, almost relieved to see Marina in this dark place. She was still alive, it looks like, and that meant that some proper progress could happen. Where were the others?

"Marina! Marina, great dandy to see you're okay. You aren't still sick, right?"

And--

Oh. Who was this?
Cherno paused.
It was a blonde--

Blonde haired--

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Cherno was frozen, isolated on a bed of time, where only he and the strange blonde-haired girl existed.

He reached out a hand.
It felt as if he had repeated this scene hundreds of times in the past. Often, but a little at a time. Yet the waning memory flew around like a butterfly in his mind. When he stared into the girl's eyes, he saw the world through a window; an almost significant past, yet one that seemed so ethereal, so distant, so inaccessible, because he knew that his life had change and would continue to change away from the life that his past had been.

And through the sanctifying, grim, murky darkness of this, he felt his mind clawing for a word. A single name that sent violent tears through his heart if his consciousness was ever able to recall it. But alas, try as he may, his tongue was not with him today.

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xxxxxSo it was naturally, instead, the young girl with her red hood who would react.

She glanced at Cherno, at first unable to recognize him. She scanned him to and fro, up and down, like a delicate computer reader. Her eyes played the air analytically, and as she began to pick through the puzzle, her face changed. It changed from surprised, to horrified, to almost sadistically joyous, to terrifyingly enraged. She pulled her knife away from the tramp and towards the lanky fool, but her hand was violently shaking with suspicion, fear and memory.

She looked up at him like a furious, cornered cat, but her eyes were wide with curiosity. Her entire face was a soup of mixed emotions, incomprehensible to the worldly mix and the thick cellar air around them.

"Ch--"

She mouthed out his name, as if gently touching the linen sheets of a memory, an angry memory, that struck thunder in her soul and lit it with a passionate fire. The type of memory that stuck with a person from what seemed like the beginning of time and dominated their personality afterward.

What was it? It was like a slow, oozing mix of despair, regret, and terrifying anger that moved like a thick black mudslide across the landscape of her thoughts. She tightened the hand around her knife, and her knuckled whitened.

Cherno.
Cherno.

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

She glanced up at him from beneath her hood, drawing out a sadistic crescent of a smile. Her teeth were white and bare and mildly sharp, and in the dim light of the cellar she could only be described as an imp.

She took the knife and swiped at Cherno. The feeble, foolish boy barely reacted. He stepped back quickly, but the tip of her knife still grazed him. She growled and let out a dissonant cackle. What was this, Cherno? Weak. Still as useless and inconsequential to the universe as ever. How many people have died by your hand this time, you incompetent bastard? Bitterness tinged her thoughts. This was perfect. She wanted to cry to the heavens and laugh at them at the same time.

She jumped at Cherno and thrust forward her knife, but as it sunk into his soft flesh, Cherno slammed her with the base of his palm. Marigold stumbled backward, falling into the tramp girl and onto the floor. Her red shawl flew around her violently like a column of fire, and her hood obscured her sinister eyes.

"You've changed, Cherno."

Marigold stood up, brushing off dust from her clothes, and spat at the ground.

"Look!" She yelled out. "I don't give no two shits whose here and whose isn't. We're getting on with trying to find a way to escape this place. Make one wrong move and I'll-- I'll gash your throat with my kniiiife.~" She ended off the last note with a mild sing-song-y tone. Marigold grumbled and turned away from the lanky fool. She could hardly believe it, and really needed to collect her thoughts.
"Hey! You feisty little tramp. You know a place that we can continue? Doors, maybe?"

"Her name is Marina."

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Marigold turned back to Cherno.

"And my name is Marigold."
Sorry, hun, didn't you remember that? Hahahaha." She tapped the side of her head with the flat end of her knife and winked. "A rotten egg by any other name smells just as goddamn terrible."