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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:53 pm
Chryses stirred slowly, sitting up. The area around him was terrifying, foggy. This was strange, wrong. He should not be here, did not belong; he didn't understand where he was, but he knew he had to move.
He was totally alone, and somehow that made it worse. Where were Maggie and Alex? Had they abandoned him while he was still unconscious? It seemed the most likely circumstance. They were friends, he was a tagalong, and an unpleasant one at that.
Of course they had left him behind.
He wandered slowly, not looking in any particular direction. Time seemed to be getting away from him, a strange feeling. He checked his pocketwatch. It was working and ticking and kept him going, even as time slipped past.
He stop up, stumbled forward. There were two lights, one warm, one cold.
He moved forward, towards the cold light.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:55 pm
It was the wrong choice. Without realizing it, he had found the base that the Hunters had set up for themselves. It was clearly not going to go well.
There were Hunters on guard, and they responded predictably. He was shot, badly damaged, and staggered, terrified, back into the fog.
The fog curled around him, its silent presence his only company.
HP: 10/30
Insanity: 15%
Fear: 100%
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:56 pm
Suddenly, there was a jubilant, playful sound. He had not expected that, here in the depths of the Insanity-ruled Haunted House.
Already there were soft sounds in his head, assuring him over and over that he was alone and useless and that Maggie and Alex had made the clear and correct choice in leaving his useless self behind.
It seemed, to him, like he was in a strange version of Fright Night. He had avoided the original festival, but he could recognize the sounds of jubilance, of joy and cheer. He wanted that, badly, deep down. To have friends. But it was something he was not deserving of.
And suddenly, a figure, and he was frozen in place, and being informed that he had stolen something.
"I have taken nothing from you!" He protested. He hadn't, he was sure. He might be a thief, but how did one steal from an Insanity creature?
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:57 pm
"Stubborn, aren't we? No matter." The figure raised its weapon.
And then he was surrounded by fog, and when it faded he was alone. Again.
Somehow, the loneliness felt almost crushing.
He wished there was someone, anyone else with him... But it was his own fault they were not. He pushed everyone away. He had built walls to keep them all out.
HP: 10/30
Insanity: 20%
Fear: 90%
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:57 pm
The next thing he knew, he was kneeling. His hands were covered with something sticky and wet.
Blood.
Whoever was before him was dying, his examination of their wounds said. There was no choice. He had to heal them, as best he could.
"Please, hang on," he pleaded quietly, frantically scrabbling for bandages of any kind. There was nothing. He growled and grabbed at his shirt, tearing it to help this other person. A life was a life, and he was no killer. He had to try to heal them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:59 pm
But he could feel it-could feel this person's life slipping away.
"Thank you," the figure murmured, softly, weakly. And then they were gone, and his vision cleared.
It was a Hunter, wearing a gold-trimmed white coat stained with blood. An enemy. Had he done that? Had he made this person that way?
He didn't want to be a killer! And even if he hadn't made the wounds, he should have been able to save them! Someone more competent would have been able to save them.
Guilt tore at him. Failure, failure, failure.
Failure to save, failure to do anything useful.
Murder.
HP: 10/30
Insanity: 45%
Fear: 90%
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:59 pm
He was somewhere different. Again.
And someone was greeting him kindly, like a friend, it felt strange and wrong, but...warm. It was what he desired. He wanted to have a friend, someone to be close to.
Could he stay here and bake forever?
"Of course, happy to help," he said, more cheerfully than he had felt in a long time. It was wonderful. He turned to look at the counter, frowning slightly at the three shapes there. Odd creatures, with strange eyes, but it was insisting he pick....he took a closer look and sighed.
Well, the fish-thing seemed the most like something actually edible, so he offered it to his cooking companion.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 2:41 pm
He watched as the odd figure put the fish-thing into the bowl and the whole thing into the oven. And suddenly, a rich aroma wafted out. Much better than he would have suspected. A smile crossed his face, a real, genuine one; no hint of smirking or condescension. Just happiness, comfort.
It smelled-felt like home. Home when Mother still had time, before everything went to absolute s**t. Home when he was just the second child, with no obligations but to stay out of trouble.
There was a soft humming, which made it feel all the more right.
Even as everything blurred, Chryses was content.
HP: 30/30
Insanity: 45%
Fear: 90%
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 3:05 pm
When he could see again, he stood before a massive door. A frown crossed his face. Somehow, he knew he had to go through, to get to the other side. It was the only way. Maybe if he stepped through here, he would be able to escape. To find someone, anyone else.
He knocked.
The sound was loud, echoing in the emptiness, but no one came.
Until he felt a touch on his shoulder.
He turned. There, behind him, was a terrifyingly familiar face. The similarities between them were clear-same eyes, same hair color-but the person behind him was taller, older, far more confident.
Someone he hadn't seen for years.
His brother, long lost, who he lays suspected had run away from his obligations to the family, but who had always been personable, charismatic, handsome-everything Chryses was not and wished to be.
His idol, even still.
"Don't go. Please. There's still another way. You don't have to do this!" The apparition pleaded.
Chryses looked from the figure of his brother, back to the door.
He was silent for a long time.
Finally, he made a decision.
"I am going, for someone must."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 3:13 pm
The grip on Chryses's shoulder slackened as he reached for the door. He turned the knob and stepped through, as his brother let go.
The door vanished.
Once again, he was utterly alone.
Except for the soft whispers in his mind that told him this was what he deserved. To fade into the mists and be forgotten.
HP: 30/30
Insanity: 50%
Fear: 95%
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