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Temperance smiled at the twitching finger. She smiled. " come on. I know you can hear me. You can do it." She gave him another kiss on the forehead to reassure him that it was okay. She glanced up at the sound of quin's voice and stared blankly at the items. That was a bad sign. Temperance quieted as quin read the note aloud.

Marina listened to the shouting and then the sound of him crumbling to the floor. She groaned and slid out of the crib, yelping in pain as she hit the ground. Marina crawled on the floor army style until she rounded the corner and found him lying there. "Hey, she said and sat with her back against the wall. She weakly pulled him to her so his head rested on her thigh. "Hey it's okay. Shh..." she had no clue what might be wrong with him. "You are not alone." Marina stroked his head.

 

It got really bad, you know? To a point where I was always angry at everyone.
I couldn't stop thinking about killing people. Hurting people. Making them suffer.
I wanted the world to die.

Thing is, I knew it was wrong, you see?
I knew it wasn't their fault.
There was only one person to blame.

So, I had to die, instead.

But, you see, I came back.
Things were different, but I did.

I looked different and spoke different.
I had a new family, and new friends.

But I was still angry. I couldn't forgive her.
The feeling haunted me. No matter what new memories I made, I couldn't forget what she had done.
It possessed me. At night I would wake up screaming from nightmares of her. I would become overwhelmed with sudden rage without warning, and I would hurt people. People who loved me.

So I killed myself again. I was scum. I didn't deserve life, or a second chance. I was an angry, cold, beast.

...But I came back, to a second new world.

I think...

I think I can't die.
I've tried time and time again. The memories all stay, and I'm brought to a new, different world.
No matter what method I use, I'm always forced back...I've even lived to be 74, once.

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You know, the worst part about all of this, though, is that I'm still angry. ​

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THE BOY GROANS AND SHIFTS.​

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❝STOP, MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT--AAAGH!! PLEASE. IT HURTS.❞​

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Temperance shuddered at the note, but before she could really think about it, there was a groan beside her. "Hey there," she greeted him softly. He was beginning to stir. Hopefully he wasn't angry like the note said, id they were even the same person.

Marina clutched the boy and grit her teeth through the pain. "Hey, it is okay. You will be all right. Tell me what hurts so i can help you." Her voice was smooth and soothing, but she was frantic. She felt desperate to help him. He was clutching his chest. His heart maybe? What could she possibly do? If only the others were helping. Marina help him close and whispered to him. "It will be all right... you will be fine... i am here with you... grab my hand. Let me help take the pain away." She held her hand out for him to clutch.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . .} • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : !! // CAUTIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ MULL NOTE. WAKE BOY.​

Kallisti took a breath after reading the note. That was . . . interesting - had this boy written it?

"Temperance," she said with sudden realization, "the boy, and Cheshire . . . They look similar, don't you think? That is where I have seen him before. What if they are the same person?" She hit the note with the back of her hand, "And this, this seems to be some sort of . . . scorned-person note, and it seems to be his. The question present is, who is the 'she' he keeps mentioning?"

She mulled over everything for a moment, and then bounced her finger as she began to talk, "What if he is somehow related to Crestatia - not in the same way the players are, but something more . . . Do demons have families, lovers?"

There was no sure way they could get final answers without waking the boy. He groaned, and that was sign of him not being in a coma, "We must wake him." she said, "There is not much he can do to us, especially since we have weapons and he will be weak from his rest." She slipped the note into her pocket, and looked down at the other items. The ribbon was tied securely around her wrist, for now.

The only question was, how were they going to wake him?

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 100% :: MENTAL: 89%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ _____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ _____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

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▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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❝I-...I feel better now. ARE YOU THE LIAR FROM BEFORE?❞​

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THE BOY STANDS UP AND REACHES INTO HIS SLACKS, PULLING OUT A PISTOL AND PRESSING THE BARREL TO MARINA'S FOREHEAD. HE SIGHS, SHAKING OFF THE FEELING OF BEFORE.​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . .} • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CAUTIOUS}​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ MULL NOTE. WAKE BOY.​

Kallisti patted the boy a few times on his face, "Hello," she murmured gently, "Is anyone in there . . . ?"

After patting his face a few more time, she resolved to shaking him on the shoulder, a little less gentle, but nothing to shock him so much if he woke up, "I would like to talk to you," she said again.

 

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THE BOY OPENS HIS EYES.​

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❝I CAN'T STOP...MY ... NAME? YOU REALLY...WELL,
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BEFORE HE CAN GET ANOTHER WORD OUT, HE DROPS TO THE FLOOR AGAIN. HIS EYES WIDEN AND HIS BREATHING TURNS TO GASPING. HE REACHES UP FOR SOMETHING, BUT CRUMBLES BACK DOWN INSTEAD. HE SCREAMS INTO THE FLOOR, IN CLEAR AGONY, BEFORE GOING COMPLETELY MOTIONLESS.​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CAUTIOUS // SURPRISED }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. SPEAK TO HIM.​

Suddenly, the boy's eyes opened and Kallisti pulled back. She looked at Temperance with surprise, and then back at the boy with a gentler look. He definitely - she was sure of it - resembled Cheshire, except he didn't have a tortured, crazed look on his face, and he was actually quite . . . ahem. Well.

"Good afternoon," she said to him with a soft tone and a hint of a smile, "it is nice to see you have finally woken up." She looked at Temperance with a hint of caution, but then returned her attention to the boy, "I am Quintus, and this is Temperance. We found you here, sleeping . . . What is your name?"

Hopefully, the boy was as calm as he looked.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 93%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

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▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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Temperance jumped when the boy finally woke up, but did not leave his bedside. She smiled and nodded at him as quin spoke before taking his hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Hello there."

Marina watched in horror as the boy crumbled a second time and had apparently died. Her blue eyes were wide and dark as she reached out to him and pulled him pulled him close again. He had tried to kill her, but something inside him had refrained from doing so. He seemed so hurt and broken. She could not fight her nature to help men in need. What is it called? Stockholm's syndrome? She definitely was not afraid of the person that attacked her. She felt bad for him and wished she could have done more for him. Her hand reached out to the gun and pulled it close to her side. Tears ran down her face and her whole body shook. The gun was clutched tightly in her hand. "Will you all get down here so we can leave?" Her voiced quavered and she buried her face in his hair.

 

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▌ This is terrifying... ● Location Unknown ● No OOC ▐​

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After helping Marina into the crib Hazel started to hear a crying child. Since there was a crib...it wasn't too surprising. But the fact all of them were being held here in such a suspicious way had made it seem unlikely such a small thing would exist here. A stuffed animal... If a child was crying then perhaps one would help it. All were torn but she found one in a better condition than the others. If they found the kid she will give them this.

Either way if it was in this room they would have noticed it already so they left, Hazel pushing Marina along. At least the dangerous took the lead so Hazel could follow her figure. Normally she would not follow one armed and seemingly insane, however here Marigold seemed like an asset...


A threatening voice kept calling out to them. Marina called back, causing Hazel to cringe. She did not want someone promising to kill them to follow her voice straight to all four of them. Especially when what Marina said only seemed to make things worse.

Marina actually went to him. She followed, worried what he could do to her, but kept her distance. But, after a short series of events, he fell to the ground and remained motionless. So she approached,

Was...he really dead?

"Is he really..." As much as she longed to help people there seemed nothing else to do if he was already dead. She could help the living, though. "I'll help you back into the crib..."

 

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That Hazel girl seemed to join Marina while she sat on the floor holding the boy. "Is he really..."

Marina inhaled and let out a deep saddening sigh. "Yes," was all she could say.

"I'll help you back into the crib..."

She did not wish to just leave him there, but there was not much else they could do. They could not carry him with them and there was nowhere nearby to place him so that he did not look like garbage. They seemed to be getting pretty good at leaving bodies behind. Marina nodded and delicately slipped her legs out from under his head. She set his head down gently on the floor and brushed the hair out of his face. A smile played at the corner of her lips and tears flowed slowly down her cheeks. The salty water dripped off of her chin and landed on his face. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and moved him so that he appeared to just be sleeping. "Rest well," she told him. Even for him being a complete stranger whose initial intent was to kill them, her heart still ached. She knew what it was like to no longer exist. He went out so painfully, that she only hoped he did not after suffer when his very essence was ripped away from the world they lived in. This is a cruel cruel game. . .

Marina reached up and set the gun carefully in the crib, checking to make sure the safety was on. Then, with the help of Hazel, she very painfully climbed back onto the grotesque wooden surface with the musty thin-layered mattress pad. She glanced back behind the young girl and then to the hall ahead. Her trembling hands scooped up the gun and held onto it firmly. "We should go now." The hall veered to the right and she directed Hazel to push her that way. The sound of the baby crying echoed loudly, but she pushed it out of her thoughts. There was no time for it. It would most likely only mean danger.

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[OOC: --- ≈ Wearing ≈ Client: Hazel ≈ Location: Basement//Cellar//Hall ≈ Day: 53 4/3 ≈ Monday January 21st, 2013]​

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Duncan had his head swivel in time to the car that drove down the road and past him. They didn't even stop or slow down, not that he would in the same circumstances. But he still groaned at his luck. His gaze sought to find something ahead of him and after several moments of looking, he found nothing. Immediately he turned on his heel and went in the direction of the mysterious car. After all, they might have been heading towards somewhere, and anywhere was better then here. Huffing, he walked back and eventually found himself right in the woods again. He groaned aloud again, turning towards the hospital and thinking that maybe, just maybe, luck was with him and there was a working phone inside. After all, who did the hospital workers call for help out here in this service less forest.

Was that the same car that seemed to have ignored him earlier? 'Why yes,' he thought, 'it is!' With somewhat righteous indignation, he banged on the nearest window of the car. "OPEN UP! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I just want to go home.." His fist eventually slowed and he brought it down to his side gazing blearily into the car and seeing that those in it, looked way worse then he did. One of them looked like a bloody dead girl. He wondered if they were ghost hunters looking to sacrifice this girl to the white haired boy. That thought let him remember that there was a white haired ghost maniac still roaming around. "HEEEEEEEEELP!" Was his more desperate plea.

Madeline needed help, more so then the rest of them it seemed. Where was the kid with the glasses when you needed him? He kept checking her over and over with his eyes, it was all he could do, touching her may make it worse, and there was no ice machine to give her ice, or pillows for comfort or a cup for the ice to even be held in. He did jump however, when his gaze was away from the window and suddenly. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Hit his exposed ear drum, some maniac with a black skully was pounding on the door, screaming something about wanting help and wanting to go home. Had he seen this boy dressed in all dark before? Maybe, but still, he'd come out of the blue, and there was no way they were just going to let someone waltz into the only transportation they had. He gritted his teeth, a headache brewing as this kid kept pounding and screaming at them, mixing in with the unbelievable pain in his left arm. "We can't let you in man, we just can't risk it. If you want us to trust you, we'd have to bind you up or something before trusting you in the car." He said it as a joke, a silly, random, and useless thing that held no merit, but the boy nodded an affirmation and turned on his heel, walking back into the very hospital he escaped from. Thomas couldn't roll down the window, and so he stepped out of the car, yelling for the boy to come back and stop whatever he was doing. But he was paid no heed and Thomas dare not leave Madeline in such a critical condition, as the boy stepped into the hospital's doors, Thomas sat back down and closed the door, praying for the safety of all in the hospital.

A hospital had to had some kind of ropey, binding material, right? A straight jacket, maybe. Hmm. The only way to know was to go back inside and he even had enough courage to pull the door open and peer inside into the now somehow lit interior. These strange factors were making him more and more hesitant to enter the place. He took a deep breath and shook it off, in here was the rope, out there was his ride. Get the rope. Leave the building. Escape in car. Simple. Duncan entered the hospital, contemplating which area held a janitor's closet. A janitor might have duct tape, or some other form of tape. Tape could bind him, and then he could finally go home. Happy end and normalcy, right? He went deeper into the first floor, and only opened windowless, and small seeming doors that were in the hallway. So far, only pill rooms. Duncan paused in the middle of the first floor hall.

 

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Bernie had crawled through the gap in the backseat and was now stationed uncomfortably in the trunk of the car. At least this way it provided a little more room, but still wasn't nice. She found some car stuff back there: tool kit, jack, jumper cables, and tire iron; but was having difficulty seeing if anything else was inside. She was lying on top of the spare tire compartment, so if anything was inside there besides the tire, she would remain unsuccessful at acquiring it.

"OPEN UP! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I just want to go home.." The sudden shouting startled her and she hit her head hard on the roof of the trunk.

"Ow," she complained while rubbing the back of her head.

"HEEEEEEEEELP!" More shouting. If there was anyone around, they were bound to come find them. All that shouting was going to draw too much attention to the nice car outside of an Abandoned Hospital. All right--she had to admit that they already looked rather inconspicuous, but this was only going to make it worse.

"We can't let you in man, we just can't risk it. If you want us to trust you, we'd have to bind you up or something before trusting you in the car." Thomas spoke up. She was amazed he was even still alive. It seemed as if he was near death. To remind her of just how bad they had been beaten in that river, her body ached. Her muscles were sore and she was covered in cuts and bruises. There was dried blood on her forehead from a cut just above her eyebrow. Bernadette had refused to check it out, knowing it would only cause her further distress. The sound of the car unlocking and a door opening up brought her back to the present. She poked her head into the backseat and glanced over to see Thomas standing with the door open. What was he doing? Quintus had said they needed to leave the doors locked and not let anyone in. So what does he do?--gets out of the car. When he climbed back in and relocked the door, she exhaled in relief.

Her eyes drifted to Madeline whom appeared to just barely be hanging on. "How's she doing?" she asked. It was pretty clear how bad she was doing, but was hoping it didn't have to be that way. Temperance and Quintus had been gone for quite some time now. She nibbled nervously on her peachy pink lips and her electric blue eyes watched the front doors of the hospital in anticipation. "I hope they are back tsoon," was all she had to say on the matter.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. SPEAK TO HIM.​

As time went on, Kallisti was beginning to have other theories about the boy and who he was. When he pointed to his throat and then shook his head, she looked at Temperance, and then wondered if he knew Sign Language. She did, but she wasn't very good at it, and usually butchered sentences.

She sighed an then pulled the note from her pocket. "But you do have a name, yes?" She decided it would be better to stick to yes and no questions. "Are you the one who wrote this note? Do you know why you are here?" Kallisti held up the note with the hand that the red ribbon was tied around, "Sorry if I am inquiring so much, but I feel that we may need to get to know you a little, and we would like to help, if you are in any sort of trouble . . . I wonder if there are pen and paper around . . ." She looked at Temperance meaningfully about the pen and paper.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 93%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

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▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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HE NODS HIS HEAD. HE FROWNS AT THE RIBBON BUT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING. (BCUZ HE CNT)​

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[OOC: --- ↯ Wearing ↯ Location: Abandoned Hospital ↯ Mood: Cautious ↯ Day: 53 4/3]​

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The boy pointed to his throat. Could he not speak? What good would he do them if he was mute? Temperance sat back a little, putting some distance between him and her on the bed. "But you do have a name, yes?" Quin began to question him. She was always to the point. "Are you the one who wrote this note? Do you know why you are here?" She held up the note with the hand that the red ribbon was tied around, "Sorry if I am inquiring so much, but I feel that we may need to get to know you a little, and we would like to help, if you are in any sort of trouble . . . I wonder if there are pen and paper around . . ." She looked at Temperance meaningfully about the pen and paper.

Temperance nodded and stood up. "I'll be right back. Trade me?" She held out the machete and swapped it for the gun before disappearing out of the room. Quickly, she stalked down the hall until she reached the lobby for that wing and scrounged around at the nurse's station for a pen and piece of paper. She was only gone for a couple quick minutes, but it felt like an eternity. The whole time while she was out there along, she never stopped glancing over her shoulder. Something was so very very ominous about this place. Faintly, she thought she heard some sort of noise, but could not distinguish what exactly it was.

When she returned to the room, she slid a small table to the side of the bed and sat back down. "Here," she smiled at him and held out the paper and pen. Then, she flipped the gun around and gave it back to Quintus. Her nerves were on high alert. The sooner they took care of things here, the sooner they could leave. She just really wanted to get out of this building, but she still felt like they were missing something else. I'll have to bring it up with Quin when we're done with him.

 

"She is losing a lot of blood, but given that the others are in a hospital, I'm sure we can patch her up and she will be okay until we get to a real doctor and hospital. " he nodded as if to reassure himself before gazing at Bernie, trying to are how badly she was hurt as well. "How are you? You need to be need a bandage too?"

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

With a small bit of satisfaction, Kallisti leaned back; the boy did have a name. She kept a mental note to ask him about Cheshire. Her curiosity grew when he frowned at the red ribbon on her wrist; recognition, maybe?

He had made no reply to her last two questions, and if he . . . really didn't know, then he was of no use for gathering information. If he and Cheshire really were the same person, then perhaps the former had written it in a spell of calmness?

Temperance left the room with the traded gun in search of communication utensils. Kallisti thought of a few more questions to ask him in her absence, and then she returned ( Kallisti was glad to see her unharmed ) with pen and paper, giving it to the boy. She took a breath and then began the questions again. "What is your name?" she started, "Might you know anyone by the nickname of 'Cheshire', and who he is? . . . " She bit her lip at the thought of the next question, but she couldn't wait much longer to bring up her suspicions about his identity. She would let him answer these first.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 92%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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My name is Chester, I think.​

I think I was called Cheshire, once, because I hated my name.​

Maybe I wrote that note...A long time ago.
I woke up here after attempting suicide. ​

I've been here for...a very long time. ​

She's been taking care of me. She wears a bag over her face, and a red ribbon around her thigh.
By the way, I'm not a mute. It's just easier to write. ​

I'm so thirsty.​

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THREE HOODED FIGURES, ALL ARMED, LEAP OUT OF THE FOREST AND APPROACH THE CAR. THEY SHOOT OUT THE PASSENGER AND DRIVER'S WINDOW AND COMMAND EVERYONE TO GET IN THE BACKSEAT. ONE OF THEM CRANKS UP THE ENGINE AND SLAMS ON THE GAS, DRIVING AT MAXIMUM SPEED AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL AND INTO THE DISTANCE.
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THE CAR SWERVES DOWN THE LONG DIRT ROAD AND PAST AN UNFAMILIAR BUILDING.
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The sound of gunshots nearly gave Bernadette a heart attack. Glass shattered and she was thankful for being in the trunk. She scurried further back in it so that she was pressed against the back of the trunk. Her hands wrapped around the tire iron as three hooded figures climbed into the car. They started the engine and she slammed against the wall as it sped out of the parking lot. Taking a shaky breath, she started smashing the tire iron into the trunk latch.