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Her eyes widened in horror as the little demon child took an unprovoked swipe at Cherno with the knife she was weilding. He did not even seem to react to the cut, but then hit her when she lunged forward at him. Marina was speechless, that was, until the demon child fell back on her and crumpled to the floor. Cherno seemed to know the disturbed girl that had held her at knife point. Marina was not sure if that was necessarily a good thing. She screamed out in agony as pain radiated from her calves. A heavy flow of tears began to leak their way out of her eyes and she hugged her thighs as if it might help take the pain away.

"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. She grumbled and turned away from him. "Hey! You feisty little tramp. You know a place that we can continue? Doors, maybe?"

"Her name is Marina." Under normal circumstances, Marina would appreciate him running to her defense, but right now she was in too much pain to care about anything at all.

"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."

What was wrong with this child that called herself Marigold? Marina took painful breaths and choked back a sob before pointing to a door off to the side. "It looks as if there is a hall or some sort on the other side of that entrance." Her hand trembled feebly and she retracted to continue hugging her painful legs. They were still missing the girl that had spoken up a few minutes ago. "Dear, wherever you are hiding in here, you are best to come out and over here right now. We will not be staying here much longer." She just wanted to leave. It was all so confusing. They already had her captured. They were going to hand her over to that crazed woman and then this? She was shoved into this disgusting creepy basement without even a second thought about it. Her mind had barely any time to process what even happened, let alone that they managed to find others and shove them down there with her.

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The warmth of before left her. She was losing blood quickly, and it needed to stop before she fainted. She looked around. Harley's cloth would help slow it down a bit, but it wasn't enough, and it hurt so badly. It was a pain she hadn't ever experienced before. She wanted to die--and not have to feel it. Still, she could survive this, she thought. She just needed the right tools...and they had a car. They could leave, couldn't they? She needed a hospital.​

Madeline watched, though, as a clearly unstable boy left the car. She took a step back, just in case. Could it not get any worse? She wondered where everyone else was and her stomach twisted in a knot. She needed a hospital. She needed bandages and disinfectant and painkillers. As the boy ran off into the forest, she took a shaky step forward towards Temperance, and Quin (very glad to see she was alright).​

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Cherno, Marigold, and Marina. She matched the names with voices while they spoke but when one attacked, Marigold she assumed, Hazel backed away and began seeking a way out. It was hard, being who she was, though with a hazy image she would have to manage.

Though before any progress was made Marina, the reasonable sounding one thus far, called out to her. That was the same one that cried out in pain, she thinks.

"Hazel... My name, if anyone wanted..." she muttered, moving over to Marina. The girl seemed to be hugging her legs so she reached out, figuring she could help the other walk while having her lead the way, for the most part. She didn't want to reveal that she was pretty much blind, not here and to these strangers. So she really hoped Marina would take her offer. "I can help you walk."

 

Duncan sighed in relief when his heart rate finally slowed down. He simply wanted a talk with the ghost, not to be dismembered or something. Watching it pass him in the closet was truly an...electrifying experience, and he wanted to feel it again. But right now, he had somethings to do, like getting out of this forest and into a nice bed. He wondered if his parents were still looking for him, though he couldn't figure out why they would stop. Unless they were dead, he didn't care either way, despite not caring he still shut his right eye and brushed the corner of it, finding a bit of his finger to be wet as he trudged up the river and out of the woods.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the woods turning into road, so he stayed between the two, road on one side and beyond that trees, with the cool river on the other side. He didn't think the woods were haunted, though it would be cool if it were, he did wonder why the hell army men would allow this to happen to a group of high schoolers, but he shrugged, guessing they didn't care as long as the baglady stopped bombing them. He wished for a flare gun, or a candy bar, a Knickers would be nice, some nice chocolate Knickers bar. He sighed and hungrily moved forward, keeping a more open ear out for anything that wasn't the sound of rushing water. A breeze kicked up, cold due to the weather and the river. Duncan shivered.

 

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Kallisti paled when the completely unstable boy declared that he definitely would have remembered the others. She glanced over at Temperance and knew she would be bitched at, but she didn't care. Before any of them knew it, the boy was gone, disappeared into the forest. "Wait!" she said, calling after him. If she were honest, she felt bad for the boy, but what worried her was who he was going to kill. Were there really other people in that abandoned hospital?

After a long moment, Kallisti looked at the others. They were soaking wet . . . One of Madeline's eyes was covered with a cloth that appeared to come from her drenched clothing. Harley was covered in cuts. They all looked very worse for the wear, but she was thankful they were at least alive. "What . . . happened to you four?" she asked them tentatively, but Harley shook his head, motioning to the shaky girls.​

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Quintus tried to pass off the others as his childhood friends as well. He clearly didn't believe her and before she could stop him from running off, he was gone. A terrible sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Temperance felt like throwing up--actually, she did throw up. Her hand gripped the trunk of the car until her knuckles were white again and she heaved in front of all of them. Her emotions were going haywire and the anxiety level was through the roof. She clutched her stomach when finally done and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand absently. His words words echoed through her mind and she barely heard the conversation in front of her. Who did he have to kill? Something was telling her they should probably go back to that abandoned hospital. She absolutely did not want to, but the churning in he stomach was saying she needed to. Temperance took short shallow breaths before finally lifting her head. "What . . . happened to you four?" It wasn't until Quin pointed it out that she noticed just how wet they all were.

"...C-can we leave, with that? The car? I...We need help." Anger began to burn again at the sound of Madeline's voice, but quickly disapated upon further inspection. She looked like hell. As much as Temperance would like to kick the shit out of her that very second, it would have to wait until she didn't appear to be near death.

"Water..." Bernie muttered. Her eyes blue eyes were vacant and a shiver went down Temperance's spine. She never recovered from that flood. "Room full of water und den fell into da river." She pointed back behind her, while still helping support Madeline. They all looked like they were freezing. Temperance took another deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, the car is a working one. We do need help. Have you any news of the others?" Quin lead them all to the car. No one seemed to have an answer to that question. That was disheartening. It was too small for the number of passengers, but they managed to make due. The wet ones piled into the back and Quintus resumed her shotgun seat beside Temperance who climbed into the driver's seat trembling. "I am sorry," Temperance glanced over at her. She never expected to hear those words come from Quin's mouth. True, she blamed her for everything that had happened, but they were at least still alive. She took another calming breath in order to keep from tearing Quin's head off right then and there as the other girl continued. "It would have been ideal to come to the car in the first place. But we are here now, and we need to get away."

Temperance nodded and put the key in the ignition, starting the car. Her hands were still shaking and her green eyes drifted off to the foresty surroundings. She was waiting, but for what? "I feel bad for him." she finally said. The doors were locked, protecting them from the outside world. Her voice was softer and full of vulnerability. She ripped her gaze away from the window and back to her co-captain. "I think we should go back to that abandoned hospital. I have a feeling there is more there waiting for us and I didn't like Cheshire's departing words." It felt strange to refer to him by the nickname he had told her, but thought it might be the least she could do. She honestly wanted to help him. After all, he did kill all the bad guys in cloaks. He was crazy, but he helped them significantly. "We left that guy back there and that gun and machete might still be on the ground where the car was parked. Those could be useful." Her voice was stronger now as she stared out the windshield with the car still in park.

"I just..." she trailed off. She knew she needed to drive and get as far away from that river as possible, but her hands weren't obeying her commands. Tears slowly began to streak down her face and she had to wipe away at them vigorously. There had been a lot of terrifying things to happen to them in the last fifty-three days, but somehow, that seemed to be the worst in her opinion. "I just..." she tried again, but couldn't make the words come out. "We could probably help Madeline there too. It was old and creepy, but there has to be supplies left over. She could get fixed up and we can check to see if anyone else is there. If he really did defeat bad guys in cloaks, we might not have been the only ones inside."

 

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She crossed her arms and stamped one of her legs.
"Righto."
"We ain't affording to have any of us dilly dally. You three follow my lead. I have the weapon, not that I'll bother protecting you if y'all prove to be worthless rascals."
To her, only one of them seemed to be so far. But they all seemed so helpless. Like little kittens. Hahahaha. Marigold snickered and took out her knife again, mildly stained with the rust of red blood.
"Let's go, then--"
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"Man, shut the fuck up you ratchet bitch."
Cherno was tired of this shit. The doll head rolled back to his feet and picked it up. Blood dripped to the ground from a small wound by his leg, and he had a slight limp. But his face? He scowled menacingly at this girl.

His head hurt.
His head hurt so much. So much. All of this was so confusing. Marigold. Marigold, that name. Marigold. He knew it before. He did. He met this girl before! But how significant was she? Ugh. Why was she like this?

As Marigold turned around, Cherno could have sworn there was, for a split second, an expression of frightened surprise that melded immediately into a gnarled fury on the girl's face. She began slowly moving towards him.

"Stay put.
The amount of ridiculous this fucking situation is is reaching the levels of a tangent asymptote. And you, Marigold-whoever-you-are, are making it worse."

Cherno limped closer to the girl and stared her down. Marigold, from below, growled like a vicious wolverine.

"Are you challenging the only able-bodied one here, you bastard?"
"Able-bodied? I'm looking down at the least able right now."
Marigold jumped. "I'll stab your goddamn face to swiss cheese! I'll do it!" She punched Cherno square in the stomach. Cherno let out a yelp and doubled back in pain, but he let off a smile smile back at her.

"Do it."

"What?"

"Fucking do it. I dare you."

Cherno smiled viciously back at Marigold.
Marigold let our an ear-shattering yell. She drew her knife, but her hand was shaking.
"Cherno! You deserve all'a this, I swear it. By the time we escape, you'll already be dead. Hahahahaha!"

Cherno did not say a word and continued to stare at her, crouched by the floor.

Marigold's hand continued to shake.

"You're a coward."
"What? What the hell did you just say?!"
"Ugh--" Cherno brought his head down in pain. His wound continued to bleed out. "Y--you're a goddamn coward. You can't even stab a crippled idiot of a boy, can you?"

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Marigold grumbled to herself. Her hand kept shaking. Why was her hand shaking? Ugh. She stuffed the knife back in her pocket and looked away, huddled almost in a ball like a goblin. Her cape fluttered around her in her quick turn. She let out a small chuckle.
How surprising. Cherno, having a bit of bravery in him? That was the best joke she heard this month! He was still as sharp-witted as ever, and the bravery she could use to her advantage if needed be. A sacrifice, especially. Marigold cleared her throat.

"I'm only sparing your life, Cherno, so I can torture you first, when we get out of here."
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"This is going to take a thick out of me dandy-soon, ladettes. Marina, do you need some assistance walking? We'll get a move on with the flower set sprang rang so we can leave-- ugh-- leave soon."

Cherno limped slowly over to the door that led to the hall and opened it, keeping the doll's head close to him and trying to tiptoe around all of the other strewn mutilation that covered the floor.

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It was a bit of a shocker, Kallisti had to be honest, that Temperance had not lost it with her. Even she had to admit it was her own fault they were in this situation to begin with.

"I feel bad for him."

With a slightly confused and surprised expression, Kallisti looked at the girl; they both felt bad for that boy - but neither of them knew who or what he really was. If she had to pin it to a finality, she would say that he, 'Cheshire', was a work of Crestatia's own creation, just as they all supposedly were ( as she didn't completely accept that theory, yet ).

". . . Same."

It was quiet, and then her co-captain went on, "I think we should go back to that abandoned hospital." For a moment, Kallisti thought she might laugh at the suggestion - but then she remembered the other boy that had been with them. Was he still there? "I have a feeling there is more there waiting for us and I didn't like Cheshire's departing words."

Well, when it was put that way, it made a bit of sense. That building had been rather large. With a long sigh, she gently patted Temperance's shoulder and then nodded. At least they had something of a mutual understanding . . . For now. She glanced over he shoulder at the four freezing souls in the back and then returned her attention to Temperance. With each word, the return trip was making more sense.

"I just . . ." She trailed off. Kallisti didn't do well with emotional people, but she patted the other girl's shoulder again and it seemed to help. "We could probably help Madeline there too. It was old and creepy, but there has to be supplies left over. She could get fixed up and we can check to see if anyone else is there. If he really did defeat bad guys in cloaks, we might not have been the only ones inside."

Honestly, going back . . . seemed like a bad idea - what if they couldn't find any supplies that would help Madeline . . . and the others? If they got trapped again, and another psychotic boy showed up - or the same one showed up again - she didn't know what they would do. She stared at the road ahead. "What if . . . this road takes us to the others?" she asked, slightly doubtful, "I am not sure we would be able to handle more trouble if we ran into it." Still.

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Marina watched in horror the exchange between Cherno and the demon girl Marigold. She could barely process what was going on. It was not until the end of it when the little girl Hazel pipped up that she snapped back to reality. "I can help you walk." Marina felt horrible, and not just from the physical pain. She sat up cautiously and rested a hand on her stomach. It was horrendous.

"This is going to take a thick out of me dandy-soon, ladettes. Marina, do you need some assistance walking? We'll get a move on with the flower set sprang rang so we can leave-- ugh-- leave soon." Cherno limped slowly over to the door that led to the hall and opened it, keeping the doll's head close to him and trying to tiptoe around all of the other strewn mutilation that covered the floor. He turned back to them. "Will be going, then?"

Marina sighed reluctantly and winced in pain. "I cannot walk, not at all. When we were at the Heckle's Manor that pigheaded soldier broke both my legs in order to break my spirit. Unfortunately for him, he got nothing that he wanted." She smirked for a moment, proud of herself, then frowned. "We do need to leave immediately." Her eyes roamed the room. There was no way she could stand. They would have to carry her and that would only be an inconveinence on them. She had already burdened the rest of them enough when she was sick. Her eyes rested on a large crib and wrinkled her nose. "That crib over there," she pointed, "it has wheels on it. If you can clear the things out of it and lower the side railing, I could probably sit in that." Pain crossed her face both physically and emotionally. "If not that, then you would have to leave me behind..."

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Temperance waited just a minute longer before finally commanding her hands to work and shift the car into drive. If they were lucky, that guy was still hiding in the closet of the room they escaped through. Steady rythmic breaths passed through her. Her chest rose and fell as her nerves calmed slightly. She veered the car onto the road and began to retrace the route back to the abandoned hospital. The drive was quick and silent and as they neared the spot that it had originally been parked, she pulled off onto the side of the road. The car idled as she unlocked the door for Quin to lean out and scoop the items up. They would need everything they could get in order to be safe.

There was no way she would leave it parked so far away this time. As soon as they had everything, she would bring it right up to the building. That would make for a faster escape. Her head was throbbing and she clutched her temples in one hand. They had to make it through this alive. They all did. They needed to figure out where the others were and put a new plan into action. She had her own agenda to accomplish, but there was no way she could do anything about it while everyone could potentially be dropping like flies. "If there's nothing here, then we'll head back down that road and see where it leads. Hopefully we can at least get all of you patched up and Madeline attended to for now."

 

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Cherno looked solemnly at Marina. Both of her legs were broken? Jesus christ, and here he was feeling terrible about his own injuries. How selfish of him. He slowly turned back towards her.

"Yeah, no, we aren't leaving you for the dogs, no matter what the blonde psychopath says."
"I never said that." She interjected, winding back at Cherno. "The strumpet is good for something, unlike you."
Cherno ignored her immature, youthful whines, and looked at the crib. "Hazel, I'm limping for now, so it'd be best for you to roll the crib mayhaps? I'll uh, I'll help carry her into there." He was weak as a twig, but he couldn't leave someone who had helped him so long ago just to die here.

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"I'm not helping you bozos lift tramp-stamp into her unicorn-drawn carriage. I did say everyone was good for something here, except you stinky-faced idiot."
She looked away. "Get the plain girl to carry her. My job's killing things that get in our way. That's all I'm good for, right now."
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Marina narrowed her eyes at Marigold. She thought she had managed to get over her annoyance of other females given how much time she had been forced to spend with them as of late, but this little monster seemed to bring out the full force of her detest. "I am not making anyone carry me, especially someone so small." Maybe if Harley was here...--but she did not voice that thought. "The crib will be fine. If something does come chasing after us, which I do not doubt, then I will just be counting on you to give them a real good stabbing." What was she saying? The pain must have been making her crazy. Marina took Cherno's outstretched arms and cried in pain as she clung to him in order to get in the crib.

"It is nice to know that all those gun shots we heard yesterday did not result in your death." She beamed a smile up at him through gritted teeth and took a sharp breath, fighting off the pain. "This little monster's words mean nothing. You have done a lot to help everyone and I know we are all grateful." She gave him a curt nod before settling in on the padded wooden baby cage. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the wooden bars and she situated herself so that her legs were flat. The pain outweighed how disgusted she was by what she was sitting in and nodded that she was ready to vacate the room. "Let us get this going."

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They hit the road, and then the car was coming to a stop, soon. Kallisti quickly opened the door and scooped up the lethal weapons that were just . . . lying there, and put them on the passenger floorboard. She looked back at Temperance with a nod, and they drove back to the abandoned hospital.

"What are we doing here?" Harley asked, shivering a little.

"Seeing what we are able to find," Kallisti replied, opening the door and stepping out. She looked around the day-lit forest. There seemed to be no sign of Cheshire . . . Whether that was good or bad, she didn't know. Before even thinking about going inside, she looked for the broken glass window they had originally escaped through; good, still broken and they could get through it if needed.

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"Are you ready?" Quin asked her.

Temperance nodded reluctantly and held the large bloody machete in her trembling hands. She glanced back at the car and grimaced. "You guys can stay there if you want. We'll bring back what we can. You should try getting dry and warm. Check the trunk. Maybe there will be something in there. We'll be back soon." She took a shaky breath before walking back inside the building. That sense of dread washed over her again, but she did her best to not let it bother her. She and Quin were killers now. They could handle this. They could take down a couple thugs if they got in their way. As much as she despised the other girl, Temperance was glad to have her watching her back.

The familiar musty smell of a run down building permeated her nostrils and she made a face like sucking on lemons. When they approached the hall they were in last time, she stopped and stared at the open door that had trapped them. "If we want supplies, we should look for a closet or something... but both of us shouldn't go in. We don't want to get stuck again. We could have one go inside and gather everything, while the other stands guard with their foot in the door or something." The familiar ebb and flow of power that she always got when being in charge coursed through her. It made being in this dimly light scary rundown building slightly less terrifying. "If anyone's here, then I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say they're going to be about as far away from the entrance as possible. Wherever that may be..." She sighed before ripping her gaze from the room and heading further down the hall.

 

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xxxxxxxxx By the minute, our minds slowly fade . . .
xxxxxx There is no time to stay around, we must move.❞

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The others were directed to stay in the car, and Kallisti told Harley to lock the doors and keep the keys with him, and to make sure that none of the others ran off. Hopefully, they would be safe in there.

Before anything else, she checked the amount of bullets she had in the gun; seven, and one in the chamber. She had eight shots. Her aim would be only decent because of her archery skills, but she hoped that the kickback wouldn't hurt her too much.

The two girls then stood at the door that had previously trapped them inside. "If we want supplies, we should look for a closet or something . . . but both of us shouldn't go in. We don't want to get stuck again." Kallisti looked at Temperance, then at the gun in her hand. It was obvious which one of them would go in - if Kallisti did, she would have a better chance at surviving.

She took a deep, shaky breath, "Very well . . . I will go in," she began, "If I call for you, please hurry to come, and tell Harley to watch the door. Even in his worst state the boy is of some use." Her electric blue eyes trailed down the hall that slowly turned to darkness as it went on. ". . . Wish me luck?" she said with a weak smile, and then took a step in.

Her first direction was to go to the room they had escaped from. All around her was quiet, and the room was lit by the three very dirty windows and the one broken one. She looked around for anything that might be of use to them; gauze, weapons, any other medical supplies. Once she had discovered only a small roll gauze, she moved on, going further down the hall. The decrepit smell of the building made her a little light headed, and she was sure that, at one point or another, chemicals had been spilled around.

After traversing through three more rooms in the entrance hallway, she had come up with only a bottle of painkillers.

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL LOBBY​

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I N V E N T O R Y :: ​

> GAUZE x1​

> SMALL ( HALF EMPTY ) BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

> .44 COLT MAGNUM [[ 8 BULLETS ]]​

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> WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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"yeah your right..." Casey said attempting his best not yell even more at the idiotic teen. With a sigh Casey watched as the feminine boy yelled out and attempted to call somebody to open the door "hm I'm guessing it won't be as easy as that" Casey said closing his eye with a sigh. This place was certainly odd and Casey knew that caution was something they really needed. "we need to be careful" Casey said standing up "there may be traps around so we shouldn't touch anything. I believe we shou- DAMNIT LAURENCE WHAT THE HELL?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH" Casey began to say but began to yell the moment he noticed Laurence on his feet and holding the handled of the drawers

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After having endured the pain from Casey's kick, Laurence slowly rose up to his feet. He heard Casey grumbling about stuff but he really didn't pay attention to it. As he stood his eyes caught the sight of something glorious. It was a drawer! a drawer that held clothes! it was glorious! He would surly be able to see the clothes of god...no that was incorrect....this room was not the room of god...but the room of a goddess! As he walked up to the drawer and attempted to open it, Casey's loud yelling reached his ears. Raising an eyebrow, Laurence glanced over as Casey yelled at him "B--b-but goddess' panties may be inside..." Laurence said as he turned his attention back towards the drawer.

And so Casey froze on the spot as his eye twitched "D-did he just say...goddess' panties..." Casey said in disbelief as he watched Laurence open it and check what was inside.

 

Goddess's, singing boy was a pervert looking for panties in this situation, John's lips clenched slightly as he quietly laughed and did his best to hold it in. Mission accomplished, he figured that the canopy felt very unusual in a situation like this so without much ardour he began to rummage his hands through the blankets and pillows before getting onto his knees and using his eyes to search under the bed, eventually going under it to check deeper into it. He was on the floor on his belly. Gross.