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Once Tamora left the room, Cristina jumped off her bed to lock the door. There was no way that lady's going get in here. Mrs. Kerring was bound to come upstairs soon and try to drag her down- and she did.

Cristina could hear her trying to turn the knob a couple of times then pounding on the door. "Cristina! You get out here this instant!" No. "Cristina! If there's something wrong you need to get it checked out!" All of this shouting went on for at least ten.

Then she heard Tamora's whiney voice, "What if I get sick too?" Who was asking you? Cristina was forced to suppress the urge to walk out just to slap her. Soon after this, the pounding and yelling stopped, and she heard footsteps leaving down the stairs. Did they give up? Please give up. She sighed in relief.

Click. What was that? She heard the knob turn. Oh my god, she had a key. Where could she hide? The washroom? But there was no lock on that door. There was no where safe to hide. Cristina found herself running into the closet and closing the slide door.

Within seconds, Mrs. Kerring slid the door open and found her. She grabbed her arm and pulled her out, but Cristina began kicking and flailing her arm. She opened her mouth to scream but of course no sound came out. Somehow, she had managed to be pulled out of her room. No. No. No. "Jeremy! Help me carry her down!" Mrs. Kerring ordered. Cristina had tried to run back into her room while she was doing so, but Jeremy had already picked her up. She continued kicking.

"Cris, calm down. We're both going to fall down these stairs if you continue!" Jeremy said. She continued kicking, hoping that he would be to scared to continue walking. He wasn't. He carried her all the way to the car and put her in the backseat. "This is for your own good, Cris." He closed the door.

What good? Cristina slumped back onto her seat. Mrs. Kerring threw a bag at her and started driving towards the hospital. In it was her keyboard, sketchbook and pencils. At this point there was no point to flailing and kicking. Cristina just remained silent, like she always had. She wanted to scream. She wanted to let everyone in the world know that she hated hospitals.

Driving into the hospital parking lot, Cristina read the sign. Bitter Point Hospital. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Mommy? Daddy? Looks like I'm here after all...A tear rolled down her cheek.

 

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Heidi's eyes slowly fluttered open in a groggy haze. The room was filled with light, causing her to blink a few times in order to adjust to it, and there was an uncomfortable chill throughout her body. The room was cold and the blankets on top of her were thin. the top one was a pale blue and as her head rolled off to the side, she noticed the familiar crumpling sound of a paper pillow case. A faint beeping rang through her ears as the heart monitor keeps pace. A needle was stuck to her hand, connecting to an i.v. drip filled with water.

The railing on the bed were propped up and leather cuffs were bound to her wrists and ankles. Her head lulled back to the other side and she stared glossy-eyed at the nurse checking her vitals. Heidi couldn't feel her body. Everything was numb. She felt like a rolling head attached to a lifeless body. She glanced down at her right arm and tried to lift it, but to no avail. What was going on? A bright light flashed in her eyes as the nurse checked her vision. "What...what's..." she muttered, before losing the words all together.

The nurse smiled kindly at her. Her cheeks were rosy pink over dark complexion. Her curly black hair was pulled back into a loose messy bun. The lavender scrubs contrasted nicely with her bright green eyes. "Hola Heidi. My name is Nurse Gonzez, but you can call me Carmen." She had a Spanish accent. If Heidi hadn't been sedated, she probably would have found it amusing. She liked listening to the way people talked. "Do you know where you are?"

Heidi gazed at Carmen, disoriented. Where was she? She had seen rooms similar to these hundreds of times. "...ho...hospi...tal...?" She asked. Her voice soft and coarse. She felt parched, even with the running i.v. Carmen smiled politely and held a cup of water up to her mouth, pointing a straw in her direction. This was the most humiliating thing about the hospitals. They were too afraid to let her feed herself. All her food and beverages were force-fed for safety concerns.

"Good job. This is Brookeridge Memorial Hospital. Not exactly the one you're used to, but we manage. You'll be staying with us for awhile. Then, once the on-site psychiatrist has finished his evaluation, they'll decide what they'll do with you." Her voice was cool and soothing, like when speaking to a small child, but her words made Heidi feel anything but relaxed.

She shook her head slightly, feeling the gauzey texture on her throat. They had bandaged her arms and neck. She didn't want to be here. "N-no...can't stay...have to...have to solve case.."

"Sure you do sweetie. Just relax and go back to sleep." The nurse was placating her as she injected something into the i.v. in her hand.

"N-no...no...more...slee..." her eyes closed slowly, shutting out the outside world once more. no more sleep. No more. she begged, but by this point, no one could hear her.

 

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3 Am: Twisting, turning, twisting, turning. ​

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Then Crestatia's email popped into Alyssa's mind: ​

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Hello. ​

Do you remember me? ​

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"No, I don't." Alyssa replied in her head. ​

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"Whether or not you create or possess the gameboard has little to do with your ability to control it."​

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"This gameboard, this game, this haunting game, this haunting game with a ruthless demon under the name of Crestatia." ​

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Regardless..... ​

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Welcome to the last 100 days of your life! Don't look so disappointed! It's important to live like you're dying, right? Right? I wonder how you will spend these next 100 days? Wisely, I hope.​

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"We all are dying, we are all preparing to die since our first day alive. But not each day can be spent wisely, there must be some action in these days, which is where I guess you get the idea of entertainment." ​

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Your deaths will be short and painless, so long as you follow these very important rules: ​

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- Do not tell anyone about me. ​

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"With the exception of anyone else who got your email." ​

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-Do not attempt to take your life before Day 101. ​

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"That's what you possibly made the deaths of Madeline and Temperence look like, but I guess I know better, since those two were on the list." ​

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- Do not make a deal with anyone but myself. ​

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"What do you mean by 'deals'? I can tell this isn't like those 'Help me with this and I'll help you with your homework' kind of deals." ​

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-Absolutely NO Romance ​

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"I can tell this rule has been broken before, because of Thomas." ​

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- infoehfjdsnvkjenvjkfev ​

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"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" ​

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After that, Alyssa couldn't think about much stuff anymore, and eventually drifted back to sleep.​

 

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John woke up and grunted at the prospect of starting another day in this 'game'. He draped one arm across his forehead and used his other to fish out his phone, with one hand he checked his inbox, responded to lackeys and got nothing from Cherno. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He blinked them back. Yep, definitely dead. He sat up and slipped his phone atop his bed. Forgetting his little charge until he nearly finished his shower. His palm lightly struck his forehead and he left the tiny bathroom built into the rooms. He had a small talk with his mother, letting her know that he was okay and that he was not one of the dead at Trembling Mountain. Now that he had his possible witch in his 'house's he could ask her the questions he had been mulling over since he left the resort.

John said a quick prayer and softly knocked on Eleanora's door as hunger struck him. He had a few bucks left, but the cathedral was offering free food, but he needed a smoke and some coffee. So after waking and feeding her, it would be time to smoke and drink. "Time to wake up Eleanora"

 

Allison woke up still feeling kind of jetlagged and tired, but she was starting to get used to the current day and night cycle of home. Since she never got a day to rest and be lazy on account of the sudden hot spring trip that ended up with death, Allison took this day to be lazy and just watch Utube videos to catch up with her subscriptions and browse her favorite webcomics for updates. Her parents especially didn't mind this as they were shocked that such a tragic thing could happen at the resort while she was staying there for a night. She was almost afraid that they'd be too afraid to let her go out anymore, but thankfully it didn't come to that. At least she hoped so. That wouldn't be cool. While she was bumming out, she hoped she would receive a text from Harley soon or she would text him first asking how he was. Of course, it would be a while later before she actually acted on this decision because the internet just makes time pass by so very quickly.

Hey dude. How's Quintus? And how are you? Also do you know where Heidi went?

She hoped she would get to see the girl some time soon. She even asked her mom for a spare pair of gloves to "give to someone" and she allowed it. Though it looked like Allison would have to always keep that pair and the bandages on her at all times from now on in case she encountered the girl again. She hoped she was all right. It didn't look like she was doing so hot the last time she saw her.

 

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A yawn escaped her, but her eyes were already open. It was morning now and time to get up, as John put it. She twisted underneath the blankets and stared at the mirror before her. Hmm...The presence was gone now...She pulled herself out of bed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. The floor was cold against her toes and she shivered, wishing she had slept with her socks on.​

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She pulled the door open and smiled sleepily.​

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John looked down at her and smiled before speaking. "They have breakfast going on in the kitchen, I was wondering if you will join me in eating." He had to time this right. He couldn't just spring it on the poor girl. He would let her recover from the stadium disappointment.

 

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Eleanora hadn't noticed it until he said something, but she was terribly hungry. It had been a while since she had a proper breakfast...or meal in general. She was still wary about being around off of the strangers, but John seemed comfortable enough. ...Though, she didn't know for sure if he could trust him with his murky aura. Timidly, she nodded, closing the door to her room and walking out with him.

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Alyssa woke when the sunlight of her window reflected on her eyes. ​

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"Ugggh." She grumbled while getting up. ​

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Then she remembered: Today was the 15th. Two Days: the day of the Youth Music Contest. ​

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She walked downstairs to get some breakfast when she saw Lisa at the piano. ​

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"Morning Lisa," Alyssa smiled, "Practicing for the contest in two days?" ​

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"Yeah." Lisa replied. ​

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"When do you have to be at the rec. Center?" (The original location for the contest was Sealand Park, but they moved it to Glendale Recreation Center due to the flood.) ​

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"The contest doesn't start 'til 6, but they want all of the bands competing to be there at 2:30." ​

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"Did you get a second guitarist?" ​

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Lisa paused for a second before answering, "Yes, her name is Renee Kim." ​

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How useless.

Cherno held the letter in his hand, letting the lights of the elegant subway station turn the paper mildly translucent. The words continued to be heavily opaque, as if they were a weight on his soul. He sighed.

The Brookridge police were intent on the messages of the text. He couldn't get anything out of them. Suchet could have helped. Where did he go, anyway? It only took a few hours of back-and-forth questioning in circles until the police decided to drop him back off in Coy City. Uneventful and problematic. Cherno had no idea where Altair or Heidi went. When he woke up, it was only him and Theodore.

It was a suicide. It was a homicide.

How useless.

Cherno did not want to think right now. Why did he have to think so much? He tucked the letter in his pocket and laid down on the subway station bench, looking up at the elegant pioneer-life frescos of Sealand Station painted delicately on the ceilings. Chandeliers of a modernist, Art Deco taste hung gently but powerfully from them, their lights unable to be shaken regardless of the force of incoming trains.

He would ... he would just rest here. For a bit. At least he was back in Coy City.
But what good would that do? His ... his house was flooded, right? He didn't know where any hotels were, and he had no idea where the others' homes could be. Being in this station, they were probably in dire states of disrepair as well.

He coughed.
He suppose he would enjoy the drifting subway life, right? A new adventure for someone with a clean slate. Cherno rested his body to the side, away from the subway tracks, and closed his eyes. A nap would be nice. A nap to settle everything.

 

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Sunlight poured into the room and woke Aileen up. Sitting up, she yawned and stretched her arms upwards. She scanned the room, only then remembering that she was at Brian's house. For some reason, she found yesterday's deaths were bothering her. A lot. Was it because didn't know who died? Was it because she didn't see them personally? She didn't know.

Maybe I'll talk to Brian about it when he wakes up... She decided that, that was what she was going to do. Maybe it was too early to talk about something as sensitive as death, but she had something else that had been bothering her- her family- that she did not want to talk about. She got ready and dressed, then proceeded to walk to the kitchen.

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The sick people in the hospital bothered her. The nurses bothered her. The white walls of the hospital bothered her. The hospital smell bothered her. Everything about the hospital bothered her. She sat in one of the chairs waiting to get checked up. It had been at least three hours since she had sat down. One hour in, Mrs. Kerring had already fallen asleep beside her. When she had asked the nurse how much longer she would have to wait, she pointed at everyone else sitting down and said it would be at least another two hours. She had tried sketching the room she was in, but looking at it made her angry, and she ended up ripping the paper out of her book, crumpling it and throwing it in the garbage.

I can't take this anymore. She wrote a note and left it on the chair. Cristina stood up quietly with her things and decided to walk around the halls of the hospital to find something better to draw. She thought that maybe the Children's Ward would be more suited for her. There were always bright drawings on the wall, perhaps she could ask to add something to it? She began walking down the hall looking for signs to guide her there.

Eventually, she made it to the ward. Seeing the colorful images on the wall made her feel a bit more at ease. To get to the receptionists' desk here, she had to walk past several rooms. Hearing sobbing and arguing coming out of one room, Cristina stopped and listened. The door, for the most part, was closed but there had been a crack of it left open.

"What do you mean she won't be able to walk again?!" Cristina assumed that this was an angry parent.
"W-w-we're awfully sorry. B-but there's nothing we can do..." said the nurse.

Cristina felt tears welling up in her eyes again and continued walking down the halls. Memories from several years ago were slowly being replayed and she didn't like it. It bothered her, too. It bothered her more than anything else in this hospital.

 

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Brian tossed and turned in his bed. His bloodshot eyes cracked open wildly as he rolled onto his side, and eventually off the bed entirely. He was so tired he didn't even care as the dulled pain shot through his torso and chest. He found comfort on the icy floor as he finally drifted to sleep.

Footsteps. Brian's eyes opened again. His face, smashed against the floor, was pointed towards the door. It was closed, but he saw the shadowy steps pass by. His eyes widened. Who was in his house?! He quietly lifted himself up and threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. And of course, he couldn't forget his scarf.

The door creaked open as Brian pushed it and left the room. He didn't bother to close it. He looked around the hallway hurriedly for something to defend himself. There was nothing. Brian sighed. Maybe he should just stay in his room... but if the intruder came in, he'd be trapped. He gulped and tiptoed down the stairs as quiet as possible. He peered through the banister into the living room. Empty. Then the kitchen. There he saw the figure. It looked familiar... Brian rubbed his eyes to clarify his vision. It was... Aileen! Oh. My. God. How stupid could he be?!

He completely forgot Aileen was staying over for the night! He shook his head in disappointment as he forced a smile on his crazed face. He walked into the kitchen nonchalantly and greeted Aileen, "Good morning Aileen. Care for some breakfast?"

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Beau stretched his aching muscles as he stood up slowly off his bed. He had to support himself by placing his hand on his knee. Swim practice yesterday was brutal. Yes, the school was closed, but he still needed to practice. Soon enough, spring swimming would be upon him and he needed to be ready. Last year when he was a Freshman, he was the star of the swim team. He wanted to keep that reputation up.

He looked out the window to his swimming pool. He suffered in that pool, he rejoiced in that pool. He felt so lucky that the storm didn't sweep his prized pool away. Beau was that pool.

Throwing on a pair of slippers, Beau walked into the kitchen. His house was only one floor, and he lived right by Lake Bellhurst. It was insane that his home only suffered minor damages and flooding. His mom was in the kitchen, cooking up some bacon. He couldn't see what was in the skillet, but the smell was undeniable. He approached her and kissed her cheek. "Good morning Mom," His voice rang. She greeted him back and he took a seat at the dining room table. He was sitting opposite his father. Beau avoided eye contact at all costs.

 

As Alex slowly opened his eye to the new morning, he slowly made his way out his bed. Wearing some lounge pants and a t-shirt he went downstairs to eat some breakfast. He was usually the only one awake around this time of day so he didn't have to worry about waking up anyone. He was more concerned with how he was going to keep his mind off the events that had happened yesterday. If he'd stayed home, then he'd probably wouldn't be able to keep it out of his head all day. Maybe I'll go for a walk, I'm sure something will help occupy my time.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Eventually, Harley had decided that the best course of action was to take Kallisti home, explain the situation to Lee, and then spend the night. He was nervous for her condition, though . . . She had yet to wake up. For a simple passing out, she sure was taking her sweet time on coming to.

The doctors had yet to say much on what might be wrong with her, but every once in a while, he could see them take apprehensive glances at her, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever did, and it bothered Harley. When was she going to wake up?

About three hours later, at around one o'clock, Harley got his answer.

Kallisti sat up in the bed and looked around, her face stuck in a quizzical expression, she then looked at Harley. At first, he expected her to sneer, or flinch perhaps, but she just raised an eyebrow at him, " What's going on? " she asked, " Is this a hospital? " Right off the back, Harley knew something was wrong with her. Kallisti never used contractions in her speech, " I've got . . . the worst headache. " . . . Her tone was still elegant, her facial expressions were still smooth, but her speech . . . She hadn't spoken like this since she was ten or eleven, " Harley . . . " she said, slightly pleading, " I wanna go home . . . "

. . . Almost childish.

A memory lapse? No, can't be . . . MPD? Possibly . . . He wasn't expecting this, not at all.

His mind then flashed to the woman whose hair seemed to change color all of the time. She was big-boned, had pretty-ish eyes . . . Oh, damn, what was her name . . . She was Kallisti's therapist - Melissa, that was it. Could she know something about this? Harley didn't know anything about her sessions with her therapist, only the things that Peter or Lorinda found out.

Just thirty minute later, he alerted the doctors of her awaking, telling her not to say anything to them beforehand, and said that they were ready to go home. The doctors didn't like the idea, but they couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. She seemed healthy, physically, but what about in her head? They dare not comment on that. After all of the proper paperwork was done, Kallisti was signed out of the hospital and Harley brought her home.

Lee didn't seem to be home, again. Where was he? Of course, Kallisti didn't need taking care of normally, so he didn't expect his uncle to be hanging around the house all of the time, but this was kinda serious - to Harley anyway. Everything that came out of this girl's mouth wasn't anything Kallisti would say. She sounded almost tomboyish, like a girl who wore t-shirts and jeans and was one of the guys. Normally, Harley wasn't one for gender profiling, but Kallisti had most definitely always been an elegant girl, both in style and behavior.

Not only that, but she was . . . nice to him. Acted like she didn't hate him, and for the life of him, he didn't know why . . . Did this have anything to do with what happened at Trembling Mountain? The deaths of Madeline and Temperance couldn't have affected her this much.

So what should he do for the rest of the day? He was too worried to leave her side. Maybe if she fell asleep again, she'd return to normal . . .

" Harley. " Kallisti said to him, in a demanding tone suited to that of a seven-year-old, " I want to play a game. Let's play Super Mario Bros. "

. . . This was going to be an interesting day. He was definitely going to give Melissa a call.

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"Good morning Aileen. Care for some breakfast?" Brian greeted. Breakfast wouldn't hurt. She turned to face him, smiled and nodded.

As she walked to the kitchen table, she bit her bottom lip. I have to remember what I came down here for. She also had to find a way to start this conversation. "Hey Brian? Uh..." she paused for a moment to gather the appropriate words to use, "What do you think about...what happened yesterday?"

She pulled the chair outwards and sat down. Aileen looked at her best friend's facial expressions curiously to see how he would respond.

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Eight year old Cristina sat on the hospital bed staring blankly outside the window. She was worried about her parents even though they told her not too. They were supposed to undergo surgery that day. She normally trusted her parents, but there was just this feeling...

Her throat hurt. The doctor that was taking care of her told her not to talk. If she talked it would "hurt so much" that her "parents would cry" for her. Cristina did not really understand but she did not want her parents to be sad so she decided to cooperate and not speak for a few days.​

Cristina continued walking down the halls of the hospital. Where's that counter. Where's that counter. She saw a bed being wheeled down the hallway. A person was sleeping on it.​

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Cristina walked down the hall with the nurse. The nurse had offered to take her to visit her parents. Cristina entered their room and sat on the comfy chair inside. Her feet dangled off the seat and she kicked them forward and backward as she waited for her parents to return from the OR.​

Five minutes passed, then ten minutes, then half an hour. They were supposed to return the first five minutes. Cristina looked outside the door, then tugged on the nurse's sleeve with a worried expression. The nurse nodded and went to inquire. A few minutes later, Cristina didn't feel like waiting in the room so she decided to follow the nurse. She was about to turn the corner when she saw the nurse talking to another nurse.​

"...couldn't survive the surgery. It was a dangerous one, and you knew it. It was a miracle that they didn't pass during the accident," Cristina heard the other nurse say. She stood still where she was and covered her mouth so that they did not hear her. Cristina heard something being wheeled down the hall so she quietly moved aside. Two beds. Faces covered. Her eyes widened in fear, and she fell to her knees. ​

"What was that?!" Her nurse said, running towards her. "Cristina!" I want to know. I want to know what happened to Mommy and Daddy!

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She tried to speak louder, still no sound. She kept trying. She felt that she was practically screaming, but there was no sound. Only air. ​

"Cristina stop! You're going to hurt yourself! I'll explain everything when we get back to the room!"​

Cristina could not stop her tears from pouring down her cheeks. She ran towards the nearest washroom and constantly wiped her eyes. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place and every-fucking-one in it.​

 

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Anthony found himself having nightmares, causing him to wake throughout the night over and over. Most were just of his mother not waking while some even had her body rotting away quicker than possible. There was one dream, unrelated but still horrible, that they were trapped in a room again and he was the one who had to make a kill. Before he could do so though he awoke.

He gave up on trying to sleep rather early, deciding to play the game again until his aunt was up. And together they went back to the hospital.

Hospitals. The place was so foreign to him, as he almost never been before. Only once, four years ago, when he managed to rack up a month's worth of stay.

It was hard to remember anything from that time. Though it was around then when Sophie started calling him a hero and he went along with it.

Visiting hours were ending and still Karen did not wake. So he had to leave her, in her sleeping near death form, and return with Victoria. They did stop on the way home though, grabbing some fast food which he actually ate. It felt nice for his stomach not to be so empty anymore, having missed every meal for a few days now. That breakfast at Brian's was actually the last time he ate a whole meal now he thought about it.

With the bit extra energy he had he managed to play with Sophie in the backyard, sword fighting with some fallen branches. There were plenty laying around after all, so it was easy to find decently sized ones. However it did not last long as he decided to turn in early, spending the rest of the day in bed until trying to sleep once more.

 

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"Alyssa, can you run to the supermarket to grab some milk and bread? We're out of both."​

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"Sure Mom." Alyssa grabbed her purse and walked out the door. ​

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While walking, she noticed someone familiar: Alex, she believed? But she didn't know for sure. But she couldn't help wondering as she walked closer to him.​

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The washroom was empty. Thank god. Cristina stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess. Her hair and pajamas were still a mess from the struggle in the morning, and her eyes were becoming swollen. She splashed water onto her face and looked at herself again.

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The nurse carried her back to her room even though she was panicking, kicking and flailing. Putting Cristina down, the nurse sat down and sighed. Cristina sat on the bed and sobbed. "I really don't want to be the one to tell you, but you've already heard....you're parents...are gone."

NO! Cristina covered her ears and tried to scream. She kicked the blankets off the bed. Tears running down her pale cheeks. The nurse stood up to stop her, but sat back down instead. "Cristina...I'm sorry...The doctors...they tried their best."

NO THEY DIDN'T. With her hands still covering her ears she shook her head vigorously and tried screaming again. Nothing. She took a pillow and cried into it. She continued trying to scream and make noise.

Someone else walked into the room. It was her Doctor. The doctor ran to Cristina's side. "What's going on here?!"

The nurse stood up and reported, "She-uh- her parents..." The Doctor shook her head and pat gently Cristina on the back.

"Cristina...It's going to be okay..." The Doctor reassured. NO IT'S NOT. IT'S NOT. IT'S NOT. IT'S NOT. Cristina pushed the doctor's hand away and tried to scream. Only air. The doctor frowned and looked back at the nurse. "Does she know about her voice yet?" Cristina looked up in confusion. The nurse shook her head. The room was silent for a minute or two. Cristina wanted to know what they were talking about. What about her voice?

The doctor took a deep breath in, "Cristina, we're afraid that you...won't be able to speak again..." Cristina's eyes widened. LIARS. YOU'RE ALL JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME BE QUIET. She tried screaming again. And again. And again. And again. Until she ran out of breath. Nothing. Why? Why? Why? Why?!

Cristina walked back to the waiting room, slowly and solemly. Mrs. Kerring was still sleeping. She picked up the note that she had written early and crumpled it up. She sat down and opened her sketchbook, taking out a pencil. She started sketching a large teardrop that took up the entire page. Then a girl trapped within it, with a half-hearted smile. It was a simple sketch. She shaded all of the shadows and made the tear look more rounded and realistic. Before she could finish, however, she was interrupted.

"Cristina Shannon Wilson? The doctor is ready to see you."

 

[/url]Matt's day was uneventful. That pretty much tells you all you need to know. It didn't help he only woke at two in the afternoon and never even got dressed. The events of the previous day were still so vivid in his mind, he doubted he'd ever forget what he saw no matter how much he wanted too. It felt weird to be back in his own house and wake up in his old bed after being away for months. It was all so familiar and yet...he couldn't quite find words to describe the sensation. It was weird. That more or less worked.

When he finally managed to get out of bed, he flicked his laptop open and stared for a good half an hour at the strange email he'd received nearly two weeks ago now. He hadn't thought much of it at first but it was striking home that it wasn't the joke he'd first assumed it to be. He'd seen news reports before he'd returned about the deaths of several names on the list, plus the two girls from yesterday were both on it. It seemed like a rather big coincidence for it just to be suicide but what did he know? Though whenever he looked, he couldn't help but see his and Zoey's names screaming out at him. It gave him shivers.

The rest of the day he just spend arsing around. He managed to find several people on the list's tumblr pages and he'd sent anonymous messages to a few, nothing bad at all, just a little bit of harmless flirting/complimenting them. He'd also found the girl who he'd tried to help the day before, it had shocked him to find her on the list too. Anyway, he'd sent her an anonymous message wishing her well with all the best of intentions. Other than that, he did just about nothing. He promised himself he'd meet up with Zoey tomorrow.

 

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Location: Brookridge Memorial Hospital
Mission: Rescue Heidi without attracting any attention
Time Limit: Till the end of the day
Biggest Threat: The Damn Old Man

Morning had come at last and the teen had finally awoken. Brookridge wasn't the greatest city around and Altair really wished to get Heidi out of the hospital before anything unfortunate happens to the girl's mind. For a while Altair began to compile himself a plan. After a while the plan was set and the teen was set to go. Altair had checked out the police station to check up on Cherno. He was worried about the teen's state of mind after reading the letter. Upon realizing Cherno had left Altair continued on with his mission. Soon enough he reached the hospital and stared at it. "Mission...begin" Altair muttered as he walked in

Mission Start!

Secondary Mission: Obtain a disguise without being caught

Altair entered the hospital like any other would. With his usual smile on his face, Altair calmly walked on. The secretary asked if he needed any assistance but Altair merely said he was visiting his grandfather and that he knew were to go. With the first step out of the way Altair just walked on down the halls of the area, observing what he needed to know. Many nurses continuously asked him if he knew were he was going but Altair simply replied with a calm yes.

Once he got a good feel of the hospital's location the true action began. A mere fatigued doctor walked on near the designated spot that Altair had planned. The hallway was empty and the doctor just walked on ignorantly ignoring the area. Silently Altair followed the man, not making a single sound. When the doctor reached the designated spot, Altair immediately lunged forward. From behind the the teen immediately placed his right arm around the doctor's neck and his left hand over the doctor's mouth. Swiftly he immediately dragged the fatigued man into the designated spot (Janitor's closet).

"Shit I can't believe I actually this actually worked" Altair muttered quietly as he struggled to hold down the doctor. "Now how do I do this again?" Altair mumbled

Spoiler: The Assassin's Mentor

"Alright kid its time I show you an interesting trick on how to make your opponent loose consciousness"

"really now?"

"Yes really, here I will show you how"

"Wait wha-"

"You just do this and TADA you've got an unconscious foe"

"..........................."

".........oh right I shouldn't have done it on you"

"...........well that didn't help" Altair muttered as he groaned "sorry" Altair said as he immediately let go of the doctor. Before the doctor could do anything Altair had quickly grabbed a nearby broom and smacked it against the doctor's head. The forced caused the doctor to loose consciousness and Altair sighed "oh god the guilt...it kills" Altair said as he began to take off the man's clothes. In a quick while Altair was soon dressed in the doctor's outfit, his usual red cloth was tied around his arm. Taking a glance back at the doctor that was in his underwear, Altair took out some one dollar bills and put it on him "there...at least if anybody finds you they will think your a male stripper or something" Altair said as he rushed out.

Secondary Mission Complete!


Tertiary Mission: Locate Heidi
Now with the disguise of a doctor being placed on, Altair calmly walked down the hallways of the hospital with a friendly smile on his face. Passing by, Altair would calmly wave hello to the other members of the hospital and let out a nice hello. With his disguise a success Altair moved on his next step to locate Heidi. He began questioning many of the different staff until at last he was able to find the room. Finding the location was excellent, but Altair thought ahead. Altair proceeded to ask a nearby nurse if they had any spare nurse outfits. His excuse was a simple on involving a nurse's one being ripped by some mad pervert. Luckily the nurse was gullible enough to listen and hand the teen the outfit.

The plan went very smoothly and Altair quickly walked on to the room of Heidi. Closing his eyes Altair merely walked into the room. The room was empty excluding the teenage girl that was bound to the bed. Locking the door behind him, Altair walked up to the bed and glanced down at the girl. "Hey sleepy head...get up" Altair said with a smile.