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chriscdcase95 · 4 months

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Fanfic Preview: “Screaming Until Dawn”

This is for a spinoff to one of my current stories, Unlife is Strange. I've been cooking this one for a while, and should post the first chapter in the summer. Fall at the latest.

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Summary: In October of 2011, Kirby Reed was stabbed by Charlie Walker. While she ultimately pulled through, there was a point in her near death experience that she experienced what she thinks is a dream, but isn't sure; the life of a girl named “Sam” — not to be mistaken for that quiet Carpenter girl that Kirby sees around school — having a slumber party with her friends Jess, Emily and the Washington Twins. After she awoke, Kirby decided this was just a dream that felt so real, so she tried to put it behind her.

In February of 2015, Sam Giddings and her friends survived Mount Washington, but left with scars, as well as a target on their backs. As Sam tries to numb things and is caught up with the Federal Bureau of Control, she has recurring dreams that she’s not sure are dreams. In these dreams, Sam is a college student named “Kirby”, the only survivor of her friend group in what is called the second Woodsboro massacre. Sam thinks that she should know Woodsboro, but when she looks into it, she finds only dead ends. And so, she brushes these dreams off as just that.

In October of 2016, Kirby Reed started her last year at Bayfield University. With an aim to join the FBI, Kirby has been following True Crimes stories; before soon receiving a call to Maryland. There, she is attacked by other figures in black robes and white masks; and yet, they were not Ghostfaces. As Kirby looks into who or what called her here — often seeing the name “Ithaqua” — she finds herself more and more looking through the eyes, and walking in the shoes of “Samantha Giddings”.

In October of 2016, a year after she and her friends survived Mount Washington and signed up with the FBC, Sam Giddings has been taking a sabbatical, focusing on her college career. Sam attends Bayfield University, preparing to enjoy a much needed break with Emily and Jessica, while the rest of their circle are working on a case overseas. It isn’t long when Sam receives a call from “work”. Investigating paranormal activity in Maryland, Sam is attacked by a distressed girl, who mistakes her for someone named “Kirby”. As Sam looks into who or what called her here, she finds herself more and more looking through the eyes, and walking in the shoes of “Kirby Reed”.

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So let's break a few things down.

1. Set between Scream 4 and 2022, originally this story was going to be about Kirby's first case as an FBI agent.

But then I did the math on Kirby’s age — she would be 22 at the time of the story; to join the FBI, you have to be 23 at the time of appointment. So instead, this occurs in her last year at University. Where we see Kirby is somewhere between where Sidney was in the second and third Scream.

Being the sole survivor of her friend group, Kirby is nearly propped as a heroic survivor up the same way Sidney was, but ultimately shied away from the spotlight.

Unlike the more outgoing Sam Giddings, Kirby becomes more introverted as a coping mechanism; she's barely friends with her dorm mates; a lot of the people who try to befriend her do so for attention; and she developed insomnia from her near death experience, and has to medicate to sleep.

Her romantic life is almost non-existent; most dates she goes on fizzle out or just end up being one night stands. Which takes even more of a downturn when her medical professor made some “advances” towards her.

In her down time, Kirby has taken an interest in true crimes, cold cases and unsolved mysteries, and studies up on them while planning to join the FBI; especially for “Ghostface-like” murders. At the time of this story, she has a special interest in the Lakewood killing sprees; the case of Brandon James; and the arrest and trial of Kieran Wilcox.

However, when she gets a call to Maryland, Kirby quickly realizes that she has a stalker — or stalkers(s) — who have a special interest in her. But what has her curious is why they are calling her “Sam Giddings” and who this woman is. And with a growing supernatural presence surrounding her, Kirby finds herself a little out of her league.

Now would the supernatural be out of place for Scream ? Sure, but besides this whole “alternate universe/timeline” deal, I try to keep it mostly in the background or backstory. While this may be a Scream/Until Dawn crossover...It may feel more like “The Mothman Prophecies meets Borrasca”.

I also lean to the idea we can't assume a Ghostface is dead unless they're shot in the head.

2. So as I said above, this fic is also a spin-off to Unlife is Strange, and picks up after the “Flashback Arc” set in 2015. In that story, the Until Dawn cast are recurring/supporting characters who made a witness protection deal with the Federal Bureau of Control; which roped some into doing “scout work” for the FBC.

Sam and Emily both got involved in the Arcadia Bay case, soon investigating Rachel Amber’s presence in LA; and later uncovered vampire cult activity in Seattle. You can read their investigation here, here, and here.

Despite Sam and Emily being promoted to field agents after this case, Sam opted to take a sabbatical for college. At the time of the story, Sam hasn’t seen her friends in months. Mike, Matt, Chris and Ashley are overseas, looking into a cold case; something involving a different breed of vampires in Iraq.

Emily spent the summer in Japan for her own sabbatical; in truth, she got involved in investigating sightings of the “sea dragon” of Odo Island. Jessica doesn't officially join in with the FBC until 2019, and instead, attended Windsor College, before also taking a break.

Sam initially intends to take a “girls trip” with Emily and Jess, before all three are pulled into Maryland by this “call”. There, they find a girl in the woods, who mistakes Sam for someone named “Kirby”.

3. Like I said, I don’t plan to go overboard with the supernatural stuff.

While the wendigo may have some presence, I don’t see them being the threat. Rather they’d lurk in the background, being more of a spiritual influence than a direct menace. And it’s here where I do some education from growing up with these stories.

There are variations of the wendigo, with specific beliefs often differ by region or tradition. Some traditions say not to speak of them in general; some say only not to do so in Winter months; I've also been told it's directly addressing them that draws their attention.

Some portray them as pure evil, representing greed or selfishness, and even colonialism (which I lean too); or as tragic victims (like Hannah and Josh), with some writers using them as metaphors of addiction.

Some say that there is no cure; another says they can be cured by being force fed hot soup or grease from animal fat. Some say they can only be killed by fire, cutting out their hearts, or getting a living colonoscopy from a least weasel.

What I’m getting at is, there’s a version that might not be widespread, but still something I was taught growing up. If you kill a wendigo without the right precautions, its spirit will awaken, fixate on you, and make its mission in life to punish you.

To avoid this, you must dismember its body, burning the pieces, and scattering the ashes about. And even then, there's a story about one creating the world's first mosquitos from its ashes. So yeah, “killing” a wendigo does is make things personal.

Here, this occurred after the “They All Live” ending.

When the survivors escaped Mount Washington, the spirit of the Makkapitew followed after. Being an already powerful and vicious spirit — which possessed not one, but two victims who’d resent them — the Makkapitew wasn't content with just killing them. Instead it torments them with what I call “Eobard Thawne Buffoonery”.

So even if it's not the threat in this story, I can see its spirit having some presence in Sam's life, and that of her friends.

As with the mentions of Ithaqua, let's talk a little more about this verses’ lore.

4. Ithaqua is an entity originating from the Cthulhu Mythos, being the son of Hastur, and based on the wendigo and the yeti. Later writers depict Ithaqua as being obsessed with spawning a child that would help awaken the Great Old Ones.

I previously included Ithaqua as a Greater Scope Villain in Love’s Sacrifices (alongside daddy Hastur) and passing mentions in Unlife is Strange.

In Love's Sacrifices, Ithaqua was the “human” son of Hastur born to the Paleo Siberian people and was a mediator between his father and mankind. 10,000 years ago, his following spread across what would become Eastern Europe, Eastern Asia, and North America. His reign ended when Hastur was slain by an “Earthly Hero” and Ithaqua himself was bound to another world, unable to directly interact with this one.

In Unlife is Strange, Ithaqua is mentioned as having some ties to Mount Washington. While I don’t see Ithaqua being a direct threat, his followers are around in the present day. Albeit not as an apocalyptic threat and nowhere near as powerful as they were 10,000 years ago.

They exist with the guise of Christian based institutions, akin to prosperity gospel preachers and televangelists, obsessed with making money, and breeding prosperity. Modern followers don’t even believe in Ithaqua as an entity, but a concept/symbol to live under — ironically akin to how actual Satanists view the devil.

5. As for pairings and ships...I don't see this story being too heavy in the romance department.

However, write Kirby as bi, if only because she seemed somewhat actually interested in Charlie in Scream 4. Though bout the only character I actually ship Kirby with is Sam (Carpenter), but she ain't likely to be in this story.

But the way I see it, Kirby isn't looking for a relationship at this point in the story. A fling or two maybe, but nothing serious.

As for Sam (Giddings); I write her as being a lesbian and having a “friends with benefits” relationship with Jessica and Emily, both of whom I write as Bi. Sam may actually have romantic feelings for them, but in her mind they aren't dating dating.

In Unlife is Strange, it's mentioned that Sam took up a mild promiscuity to cope with her trauma. Besides Jessica and Emily, Sam also had a near fling with Rachel Amber. It’s also mentioned that during the Arcadia Bay investigation, Sam couldn't “keep it professional” with some of the witnesses/survivors, becoming very friendly with Max, Kate, Victoria and Chloe.

During her time at Bayfield, Sam had a few casual hookups with a couple of girls from her dorm. All this to say, this story probably isn't going to be too big on shipping, other than Sam, Jess and Emily's “girls trip”.

But even that may take a back seat to the actual drama in this story. Though if Kirby looks through Sam's eyes and experiences her life, I can see her experiencing Sam's relationship with Jessica and Emily. I can also see them catching on to Kirby if/when they see something off with Sam.

But who knows ? It'll be a while before it's up.

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Anyways, here’s a hypothetical soundtrack to cap things off

“Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men.

2. “Poison” by Groove Coverage

3. “Dark Horse” by Amanda Marshall

4. “Broken” and “My Hands” by Leona Lewis

5. “Losing Your Memory” by Ryan Star.

6. “Hero” by Toni Braxton.

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kyojirokagenuma · 6 months

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The Lost Twin Chapter Three

“At least it can’t be worse than last year.”

-Sam Giddings, 9:07 p.m.

-March 2nd, 2014

Emily Davis was just waking up. She had slept in late that day. It was nearly noon. She yawned, shielding her eyes from the sun shining in on her face through the window. She threw off her blankets, heading for the shower. She passed her phone on the nightstand, which had been set to vibrate all night. After turning the water on, she stripped out of her night clothes and stepped into the tub. Just a short shower to start the day. Her hair didn’t need washing. She let out a long sigh as she felt the hot water rain down like tiny bullets against her skin. After a quick wash, she turned the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. No one was home to see her naked, so she dint even bother wrapping body after drying it off. She still had a towel over her head, rubbing her brown hair, when she stepped back into her room and picked her phone up from the nightstand.

“Ten missed calls? What the hell? Who’s calling me at 3am?” she asked herself, scrolling down the list.

Josh three times. Sam twice. Josh again. Mike twice. Jess twice.

Weird. Did something happen, she thought? She would have to call one of them back and see what was going on. She finished drying her hair and tossed it on the chair in front of her desk as she scrolled through some of the morning news. She was hardly paying attention to them as she passed them by.

“Fuckin’ great, more cold?” she thought with a frown, placing a hand on her bare hip as she passed by the weather. “Politics, boring,” she sighed, combing past a story about the president. Next was something about sports. “I think that’s the team Mike likes. I wonder if he’d like a jersey or something for his bir-.”

BREAKING UPDATE: Miracle on Blackwood Mountain! Daughter of Hollywood Mogul Found Alive!

Emily froze. Her mind just stopped working for a few seconds. Then her hand began trembling uncontrollably.

“No fucking way,” Emily said out loud, quickly clicking on the article.

She held her phone with both hands, her whole body shaking while she waited for it to load. Of course her internet had to suddenly crash now.

“Fuckin’ come on! Hannah or Beth?”

Suddenly she was shivering, like she had just gotten out of an ice bath instead of a hot shower. Finally, the page loaded. She read the first few lines of the article.

In what can only be described as a miraculous turnabout, the once grim case of the missing Washington twins has had a stunning breakthrough after nearly an entire month, when younger sister Elizabeth was found alive late last night by Blackwood forest rangers.

Underneath the paragraph was a picture of a ragged and injured Beth, a selfie that must have been taken with one of the ranger’s phones. She was smiling.

She was okay.

“Holy fucking shit!” Emily all but screamed. She clicked off the article and flew right over to her contacts.

There was no way Beth still had her working phone after missing a month. Josh was probably busy as hell dealing with all of it.

She called Sam. She picked up on the first ring.

“Emily, finally!” came her excited voice from the inherent end.

“Sam, I just saw the news!” Emily asked while hurrying to her wardrobe. She held the phone between her chin and shoulder as she started to get dressed. “Have you talked to her yet?”

“No, not yet. It’s a media frenzy over here. Only family can get into see her right now. She’s in the hospital. But she’s alive! She’s really alive!”

Emily pulled a pair of jeans on over her underwear. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this shit!”

“I know, it doesn’t seem possible.”

“Where are you? Right now?”

“I’m at the hospital. It’s St. Mary’s.”

“I’m on the way.”

“Alright, see you.”

Emily hung up and shoved her phone in her back pocket, then picked a clean bra out from her wardrobe. Once she was finished dressing, she hurried down the stairs and out the door. It took her until she jumped into her car to come to a sudden realization. She stopped, and turned off the car. She just sat there, sitting in her seat for minutes on end. A deep, troubled frown had replaced her once exhilarated expression. She took out her phone again and dialed Sam back.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, it’s me again. I . . . I just had a thought.”

“Yeah?”

“What if Beth doesn’t wanna see me? Or the others? I mean, the whole thing was my idea.”

“Emily, we talked about this. You couldn’t have known what would happen. Yeah, it was mean, but-.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me,” Emily said with a sigh. ”But, but I can’t shake it! I thought it would be funny. I told myself she deserved it for wanting to get with Mike, but don’t know if Beth will see it that way. What if she’s mad at me?”

“Well, she might be at first, but I also think she’ll probably forgive you if she really thinks you’re sorry. She’s not vindictive like that, and I know you’re really sorry.”

“Yeah, I am,” Emily said, her eyes falling. “You’ll tell her I am, right?”

“Of course. It’s your boyfriend that I’d be worried about.”

Emily’s frown deepened. She said nothing.

“He hasn’t changed his tube, huh?” Sam asked, noticing her silence.

“No, he still hasn’t even said sorry to Josh. He says we shouldn’t apologize just cause Hannah overreacted and went nuts. Says it’s her fault.”

“Asshole. No offense, Emily.”

“Whatever,” Emily deflected, not even having the energy to get angry.

“Emily, just come over, okay? We can figure this out when you get here.”

Emily pricked her lip, but nodded. “Yeah, okay,” she said, restarting the car.

“You’ve really surprised me on this Emily. You’re actually pretty sweet when you want to be,” she said in an almost teasing manner.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, cut out. I’ll be there soon.”

She hung up her phone and pulled out onto the road. The hospital was a good half-hour away, right in the heart of LA. Beth must have been doing alright if they transferred her there already. Emily wanted to get there as soon as possible, so she got on the expressway. She was approaching her exit when she got another call. Caller I.D. said Mike. She hit answer and brought it up to her ear.

“Hey babe, you heard about Beth, right? I’m headed there now.”

“Yeah, I heard. That’s, uh, that’s not why I called though. We gotta talk, Em.”

Her car rolled down the exit ramp towards an empty intersection. No one was at the light.

“Well, can it wait? I’m kind of driving to-.”

“Emily, I wanna break up.”

Emily's eyes shot wide. Her mouth fell halfway open just of shock. “What? What did you just say to me?”

“Sorry, Emily, but things just aren’t working out. I asked Jess out today, and she said yes. It’s over between us.”

Emily’s world was suddenly crumbling. Jess was her best friend. Why would she do this?

Emily didn’t even notice the light in front of her turn red, or that she was speeding up. This was about to get loud.

“What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You prick!”

“See, that’s part of the reason we’re breaking up, Emily. You’re also so nasty, even to me.”

Emily was clutching the steering wheel so tight it was hurting her hand. She was flying in that little car now, the speedometer was going wild. Every ounce of blood in her body was burning red hot. “So you ask out my best friend? You fucking, you motherfucker! That’s why she’s been ignoring me! Fuck her! And fuck you! Sam was right about you, you piece of-.”

It took a blaring horn to finally break her focused rage. Her head twisted around to see an eighteen-wheeler on her left, barreling right at her through the intersection. Her heart stopped, her eyes wide.

She pulled the wheel as far right as it could go.

The truck slammed on the breaks.

The semi struck the front of her car. The whole engine block was ripped right out, her BMW torn in half. Emily screamed. Louder than she ever had before. What remained of her vehicle was spinning like a runaway tornado. Emily's head whipped side to side, trapped in spiraling metallic coffin. She caught a glimpse of what looked like a telephone pole as she spun across the intersection.

Emily finally came to more than an hour later. Her eyes fluttered open, her world totally out of joint.

“Emily?”

The voice sounded as if she were underwater. Emily was still swimming, about to break the surface. The light was so close.

“Emily?”

Emily found herself blinded by the light shining down on her from the ceiling. She tried to bring up her arm to shield her eyes, but found it restrained.

“Unhhhh,” she groaned.

“Emily, can you hear me?”

The brown-haired girl turned in the direction of the voice, the woman’s figure slowly coming into focus. A young blonde woman. She looked scared.

“Sam?” Emily finally said, managing to recognize her.

“Thank Christ you’re awake,” Sam sighed, a relieved smile forming.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked weakly, still unaware of her surroundings.

“You ran a stoplight and crashed into a huge truck. That’s what the doctor said anyway. Broke over a dozen bones.”

It was then Emily realized her arm was in a cast. So was her left leg. It was all coming back to her. The pain was coming back to her, and not just from her broken body.

“Oh, fuck. My car?” Emily frowned, already knowing the answer.

“Totaled. They said there was pretty much nothing left of it. You’re lucky to be alive, Emily. You really had never scared.”

A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Wait, is this the hospital Beth is at?”

“How do you think I got here so fast?” Sam snickered. “Don’t tell me you almost killed yourself trying to race to the hospital.”

Emily looked away. “No, that wasn’t it,” she said.

She bit her lip, feeling tears coming on fast. “That son of a bitch.”

“Em? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, tilting her head.

Sam rose from her seat and came closer as Emily began to cry. “H-he broke up with me. Over the phone.”

“What? You mean Mike?” asked a stunned Samantha.

Emily nodded weakly. “He asked out Jessica, who’s supposed to be my best fucking friend, and guess what? She said yes! So yeah, he called me on the road and he dumped me!”

Sam put the pieces together quickly. “He made you so upset you crashed your car?”

Emily said nothing. Sam made fists with her hands.

“What a bastard. I’m so sorry, Em.”

Emily didn’t offer a response, she was just sobbing. Sam looked to the open door, then stood up.

“Em, I’m gonna find a doctor. Tell them you’re awake. I’ll swing by later, okay? After you’ve got some rest.”

Emily managed another nod, but said nothing back. She watched Sam leave with a smile and a wave.

Emily faded back out shortly after.

By the time she woke up again, she had no idea what time it was, but the sky was dark. She had passed out for who knows how long. She lifted her head, looking out into the darkened hall. The was a light on somewhere out there. She didn’t see anyone though. There was a few empty chairs at a reception area outside. The hospital was dead quiet. All she could hear was the fan going from the vent on the ceiling. Must have been pretty late. She turned her head the other direction. just enough for her to barely make out a shrouded figure sitting in the chair. Someone was in there with her? She had a visitor this late?

“Sam? Is that you?”

Suddenly Emily heard the sound of helicopter propellers outside. Must have been someone being airlifted to the hospital. The chopper’s light shined bright overhead, illuminating a small streak across the room. Her visitor’s face was lit up for just a split second. Long enough for Emily to at least spot her dirty, ragged brown hair. Eyes cold and dead. Her once lively olive skin was badly decomposed. She wore a pair of mangled glasses. An unnerving smirk lay painted on her maggot-infested face. She rose to her feet, stepping out into the dim light.

Emily’s visage twisted with dread. She just kept coming. Emily was immobile. She could do nothing but watch as the dead twin advanced, until she was looming over her hospital bed. A deafening shriek echoed through the emptied halls.

Emily shot upwards in her bed, drenched in sweat. Sudden agony shot through her system from straining her broken body. The brown-haired girl fell back against the bed, groaning and writhing in pain and discomfort. Her eyes darted about the room. It was day now. The next day? Or the same? She wasn’t sure.

“Fuck, was that a dream? Fuck me,” she said, short on breath.

She slumped her head back on her pillow, trying to get a hold of herself. That was new. That had never happened before. She hoped it never would again.

“Christ. What the fuck? That sucked.”

A nurse came to the door, having heard her cries of pain. “Miss Davis, you’re awake again. That’s good,” she said with a smile, coming to her side.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” said a breathless Emily. “What day is it?”

She gave Emily a drink of water before answering. “Friday,”

Emily’s mouth fell open. “D-did I pass out for two days?”

“Yes, you did. Your body needed the rest. Your parents were here yesterday, but you were asleep. Two other women came to check on you. The nice blonde girl, and that woman from upstairs, the missing one they found.”

Emily blinked. “Beth? Beth came to see me?”

“Yes,” said the nurse, fluffing her pillow and doing a few other things Emily wasn’t sure of. Checking all the nonsense that was attached to her no doubt. “Would you like me to tell her you’re awake? She seemed very interested in speaking to you.”

“Uh, yea, sure,” Emily said, an anxious feeling taking over her.

“Okay, I’ll let her know. I’ll go get you some food in the meantime.”

Emily tried her best to relax after the nurse left the room once more. On top of being stabbed in the back by both her best friend and her boyfriend and a victim of a major car accident, now she had nightmares to deal with. Emily sighed in exasperated disbelief.

“Fuck my fucking life.”

#beth washington #until dawn #sam giddings #emily davis #horror #josh washington #fanfiction #gay women #survivor guilt #romance #fluff #hurt/comfort #alternate universe

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therulerofallpotatos · 8 months

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Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Until Dawn (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Giddings/Josh Washington, Ashley Brown/Chris Hartley, Mike Munroe/Jessica Riley, Chris Hartley & Josh Washington, Mike Munroe & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Josh Washington, Matt Taylor & Josh Washington, Emily Davis & Josh Washington, Jessica Riley & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Emily Davis Characters: Sam Giddings, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis (Until Dawn), Matt Taylor (Until Dawn), Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley (Until Dawn), Josh Washington Additional Tags: Post-Until Dawn (Video Game), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Wendigo Josh Washington, Josh - Freeform, Josh Washington Has Mental Health Issues, Blackwood Mountain (Until Dawn), Everyone Lives (Until Dawn), POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Character Development, Trauma, i don't know the tagging conventions super well yet in this fandom i'll update this as needed, Josh Washington Deserves Better Series: Part 1 of Blackwood Mountain Summary:

A year has passed since they all made if off Blackwood Mountain alive. Well…not all of them. One by one, each survivor decides to go back to the mountain. They don’t tell anyone where they’re going, and they’re all looking for the one left behind.

CHAPTER TWO IS UP BITCHES!! Chapter 3 on Friday the 16th! Next up? Matt’s pov with The Quicker Man.

#until dawn #emily davis #ashley brown #sam giddings #josh washington #chris hartley #jessica riley #matt taylor #to be clear i'm tagging the main characters i've just never had a cast of equally main characters this large before #mike munroe #my writing #Blackwood Mountain #until dawn fanfiction #jossam

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 6 months

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Heart of the Weave (a fanfiction by Emmy-Dekarios aka Emily Davis)

CHAPTER 1

My name is Emmy Dekarios. I’m just your average woman trying to survive each day, although my days are more intense than most. A little background about my life: I’m an adventurer who was born in Baldur’s Gate, a large city full of opportunities for many, both good and bad. This means religious temples, from worshiping wholesome goddesses or the gods of death and murder. I started worshiping Sȇlune as a young child and grew up researching her practices, and I solely became dedicated to her as one of her clerics. She is the goddess of silver, the moon, and light, and having her as my goddess has kept me shielding from the worst of evils; plus, I have special abilities and powers thanks to her. Well, I’ve always practiced them but because of her, I’m more powerful than I’ve ever dreamt of being.

A year or so ago, I was on a large ship – a nautiloid – where I found myself abducted by demented creatures known as mind flayers. They are disgusting, vile creatures with tentacles where their mouth is, and I guess a good way of putting it is that they wanted to start a “cult” by infecting every human, elf, or what have you with a tadpole in the brain, which would cause them to eventually turn into a mind flayer as well. The process is known as ceramorphosis. The tadpoles would crawl into the eye-sockets, digging their way into our skulls and plant themselves within the brains. Once turned, the mind flayers would feed off helpless humans or the deceased’s brains, which is how they survived. In the process, they would gain the memories of those they ate, basically reliving their entire life before death.

Roughly seven months ago ended an intense journey for my friends and I, but in the end, I married my husband Gale who I met along the way. It started off intense; none of us knew each other. We were all strangers terrified of our unknown fate and speculated it would end in death, but we were determined to make it to Baldur’s Gate alive. The gore I’ve seen. The people that were killed. The amount of times I almost lost my own life. Needless to say I’m traumatized but surely overcoming the perplexity of the situation.

I was one of the lucky ones that never turned and ended up cured from my infliction, along with the friends I encountered during my journey. I met Shadowheart and Lae’zel amongst the ship, who both hated each other for months but now are very close. Shadowheart is a cleric like me but at the time, she worshiped an evil goddess known as Shar, the sister of Sȇlune and admires pain. She inflicts pain on her followers that don’t follow her “rules” if that makes sense. Lae’zel is our githyanki friend who also worshiped a shitty goddess, but found her way out of that hole and is now fighting beings up in space, living the dream she always wanted. Like I mentioned before, none of us knew each other. The beginning of our journey was rough, because we were all skeptical of one another, unable to trust or confide in anyone. We had to keep our thoughts to ourselves, until we all realized we were reaching the same cause: going back to Baldur’s Gate and destroying the evil that kept finding us along the way.

They weren’t the only friends I made, but definitely the most special ones I think about all the time. I rescued my husband Gale from a magical portal within a rock, and boy did that take me by the biggest of surprises. It was a terrifying time because if I never rescued him, he would be dead. But now we’re married and oh-so in love. I never imagined my life being where it is now, but I overcame so much in the past year and a half, that it would scare the average person.

Gale had an orb within his body known as the netherese orb. At one point, he had to consume magical items to keep it contained, such as an enchanted pair of boots or a weapon of some sort that contained traces of magic. If the orb was not contained, Gale would have erupted into smithereens, an unfortunate and disturbing outcome that could have killed not only him, but everyone around him. Thankfully, this issue was remedied. We defeated the creature of the mind flayers – known as the elder brain – that contained a crown that we needed to retrieve to give to Gale’s goddess, Mystra. This was the only way to cure him of his affliction. I keep my hatred of Mystra hidden from Gale, because she technically tried to convince him to blow himself up, and got mad about it when he didn’t. A manipulative goddess not worth worshiping, in my opinion.

Anyway, enough about my chaotic background for now. I think about it constantly: the mind flayers, the people killed, the close encounters with death myself, and saving my friends from a catastrophic end. They saved me, too, and I’m forever grateful for them.

I awaken to the sun beaming through the glass windows, being reminded by the Earth that I’m still alive. I made it another day. I’m still not accustomed to being in an actual bed, for all the adventures I had involved sleeping outside, camping with the unknown around us. I’m thankful for being away from all the lurking dangers that thirsted for my death.

“Good morning, my love,” Gale says with the sleepiest voice, his face nuzzled into my neck as he spoons me in bed. I smile, feeling his comfort and warmth against my body in the earliest of mornings. “I hope you slept well.” His warm skin is pressed against mine, and it could honestly put me back to sleep. My eyes try to adjust to the morning light, focusing from the blur as I try to full awaken.

“I’m…starting to,” I murmur, stretching my body as I turn to face him. I stare deep into his dark brown eyes which are heavily defined by his long lashes. I could stare into them all day. “How about you?”

“Oh, definitely the same. I wake up everyday thinking how happy I am, how lucky we are to be here. More importantly, I’m grateful we’re alive.” His hand is on my naked waist, holding me close to him. “Oh, how I wish we could participate in some romantic coitus right about now, but unfortunately, I have to be at the Academy in just a little over an hour. I slept in just a tad later than I anticipated.” I kiss his lips delicately and close my eyes, wishing he wasn’t leaving so soon. He has been doing some heavy research the past few days and coming up with new strategies to help his students learn magic, so having this time together, no matter how long it is, means the world to me.

“I understand completely. Maybe later, then. We are married after all and have all the time in the world.” He chuckles and proceeds to kiss my forehead. His tressym, Tara, flies in the room and nearly scares the daylights out of me. I’ve been living with Gale for a year and I’m still not used to his flying feline, though I absolutely adore her to no end. I never had cats, so it’s an adjustment for me.

“Oh, Professor Gale Dekarios, it’s time for you to get at it!” she says, landing on our bed. “I’m glad you two weren’t in the middle of…well, you know.” Gale and I look at each other, fighting laughter but blushing from mild embarrassment. Only once has Tara intruded on us and it was a moment I’ll never forget. That moment included her staring at us with eyes full of horror, but she didn’t want to turn away. Gale caught her, and she screamed, flying rapidly out of the room at high speeds.

“Yes, yes, Tara. I’m getting out of bed. Now shoo, I’m indecent and I’d rather you not look at me.” Tara flies out of the room, with Gale getting his naked body out of the bed shortly after. I am so thankful and blessed that this is my life now, and all the worries from before have faded away.

I’ve adjusted to Gale working at the Academy, and I love that he enjoys doing what he does. For ages, he’s always wanted to accomplish being a professor and teaching magic to others, and that it will be more recognized. He gets ready and begins to head out the door, but pauses for a moment to give me a kiss. The softness and perfection of his lips is enough to get me to go back to sleep, but I have to tend our garden.

“I hope your day is wonderful,” I tell him, staring into his eyes. He gently brushes my dark curly hair out of my face with his fingertips, smiling at me with contentment. The way he touches me, even after all this time of marriage, feels absolutely incredible. I can’t get enough of him. Stop it, Emmy. You will have time alone with him soon enough, it’s nearly the end of the week.

“And yours as well, my love. I will be back before you know it.” My heart already misses his body and soul as I watch him walk out the door.

Waterdeep is still quite an adjustment, but a wonderful one nonetheless. I grew up in a large city, constantly around big parades, circuses, and a bar at every corner. There were children performing magic outside, and vendors selling weapons all throughout the area. Waterdeep? Well, it’s quiet and serene, filled with vast opportunities for knowledge in the arcane and experiences as well. On top of that, it’s spacious and we don’t have to live too close to others, making it a wonderful time for me to start our own garden. I’d also like to point out that the crime rate is ridiculously low.

As Gale is gone for work, I head outside to attend to our garden, growing fresh fruits and vegetables that seem to be growing beautifully. I can smell the intensity of the fruity aroma lingering around in our garden. Our tomatoes and squash are finally grown so I can cook them with our dinner tonight. To the left of our home is the beach, where cobalt blue waters are peacefully residing, the clarity of waves putting my mind in a calm place. I suddenly remember about my strange fear of Krakens, but it hasn’t been as bad as I’m adjusting here with Gale. Waterdeep is much different from home in Baldur’s Gate. Then, out of nowhere, I begin to dissociate as I’m staring deep into the ocean waters. It seems trauma can’t seem to leave my mind. All I can see are the countless bodies I’ve seen, all the innocent lives lost to the Shadows, all the evil that found us no matter where we turned…and how many times I was resurrected from the clutches of death. Emmy, no. You saved Baldur’s Gate. You helped so many people. Think about the lives you’ve saved. I take a deep breath, thinking to myself that it’s all over. I won’t have to deal with that ever again.

Tara flies up next to me as I am harvesting the vegetables from the vines, admiring all the hard work I put into it. Her company fills me with joy, not only because she’s a talking feline, but because she’s so kind. Funny. Wholesome. Oh, and a good species to have for company overall. The very moment I met her I just knew we would get along.

“I know I don’t say it enough, but I am so glad you are part of this family! You are one of the very best things to ever happen to Gale. You’ve kept him alive. You have inspired him to come out of his shell. He’s no longer hungry for power, to become a God. He would’ve left me behind. Power gets the best of us, unfortunately. For that, you are the best to happen to me as well. Thank you.” Tara’s voice is full of gratitude and sincerity, making me love her even more than before. Such a delightful little pet.

“It’s good to hear those words, Tara. Thank you.” I stare deep into the distance where the ocean lies, noticing a strange calmness overwhelm my body as I relax from the tranquility of the environment. Serenity. Peace. That temporary clarity leads to sudden lightheadedness, as if the world around me is spinning aggressively and won’t stop. Every object, every part of nature in front of me, is all a blur and I’m afraid to stand up. I try but end up falling in the dirt. The vertigo only lasts a moment, and I believe it’s because I haven’t eaten yet today. The sudden shift from calmness to feeling extremely dizzy was rapid, making me feel just a little sick to my stomach. I realize shortly that I completely skipped breakfast and it’s almost the afternoon. Where did the time go?

“Emmy, m’dear, are you alright? I think you’ve harvested quite enough today. Plants are watered. The sunshine is out. Let’s go inside, get you some water to drink, hmm? Maybe some lunch?”

“You’re right. I need to eat something.” I don’t think anything of the strange feelings within me, so I manage to get up and walk inside to cook a delicious breakfast for Tara and myself.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #baldurs gate #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #astarion #halsin #minthara #lae'zel #karlach #wyll ravengard #orin #ketheric thorm #gale x tav

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Micheleamidalajedi's fanfiction and moodboard masterlist! 💫

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Shuri

Thor

Okoye

Luke Cage

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Peter Parker

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Nakia

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Cloud Strife

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Squall Leonhart

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Jubliee

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Warren Worthington

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Walter Simmons

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Don Billingsley

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Robert Lewis

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Will Miller

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Jane Vaughn

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Ryan Dunn

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4 6 27 & 40 ❤️

HIIIIII! Oh boy, the Writer Questions. Let's see, let's see...

4. What is a word that makes you go absolutely feral? I love the word "devour". I have no reason for it. I also love "brilliance" especially when used in relation to ANYTHING but intelligence.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? That I might write something that hurts someone, or teaches them the wrong thing. I... Some people take stories and writing way out of context; and although I try to write uplifting things, I worry that people might read something else in it or... I don't know how to explain it. But words have power and I worry about that.

27. Who is the most stressful character you've ever written and why? From a Dasey fanfiction standpoint, both George Venturi and Emily Davis have caused me an equal amount of stress. George because I find his character... sometimes polarizing? Because most of the time, he's very chill and laid back and oblivious and nice, but every now and again, he'll actually take Derek to task -- and in fairness, Derek DOES need to be disciplined. He's a little out of control as a teen; but the infrequency of George's discipline bothers me? I mean, no wonder Derek as a teenager has trouble understanding the limits of his actions -- George is very lax with his judgement calls! So... I find that difficult to write; and that scene in Hand and Hand in Glove when Derek and George have that fight was very difficult to write because of that. AND Emily Davis was very stressful to write because I'm not super fond of her as a character, and it had been so long since I'd watched the show that I had kinda forgotten a lot of her... *sweatdrops* AS A WRITER who has actually done original characters, I usually find parents stressful. They're a lot.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

"Everybody Tells Me" by Lady Sono No Omi Ikuha

Everybody tells me My hair is too long I leave it As you saw it last Dishevelled by your hands.

#asks #this was fun!!#anyone want more poetry?

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Unlife is Strange: Chapter 23 is up “Help From a Friend”

It's me. Hi (I'm the problem, it's me). It’s been a while, but I wanted to wrap up my current arc of Love's Sacrifices before I get back to this story.

This chapter isn't going to be action oriented or anything, with the last three chapters being a three part battle sequence. I think the story could have used a breather after that. We'll be picking up where we last left off, with Max meeting Sean.

We do get some character interactions I've been wanting to get to for a while so there's that. I'm also announcing a spinoff for this fic; Screaming Until Dawn - of course, a crossover between Scream and Until Dawn; the events of that story get a passing mention in this chapter.

Link for Screaming Until Dawn’s preview here

Content warning: This chapter contains mild vampire related violence. I say mild because the worse will be left to the imagination. The next chapter is partially written; may be more brutal in the violence department and will also feature our favorite teacher.

Anyways I hope you the enjoy the read

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The Lost Twin Chapter One

When the missing and presumed dead Beth Washington is suddenly discovered alive a month later, no one knows what to think. There's no sign of Hannah, and Beth appears to have amnesia, remembering nothing of how she survived or where she had been. Her friends are overjoyed at her miraculous survival, but Beth remains haunted by the loss of her sister and scattered, horrifying images of her lost memories. She has Sam. She has Josh. Whether she'll be able to forgive the others remains to be seen.

Then Josh convinces everyone to return to the lodge in honor of Hannah. Beth must now revisit the site of her disappearance, and confront all the madness that comes with it.

Beth/Sam Pairing

"Only one way out. Only one way.”

-February 2nd, 2014, Sometime Around Midnight -

- Beth Washington, February 3rd, 2015, 5:48 a.m.

"What’s going on, where's my sister going?” Beth asked, pushing her way through the group. She reached the front and looked out into the woods, to see nothing. No Hannah. Visibility in this blizzard was next to zero. She turned to the others with a harsh glare. “What the hell did you guys do?”

“She's overreacting, it was just a little prank, Beth,” Mike shrugged.

“You know how upset she gets!” Beth screamed at him, and he took a startled step back.

“Beth, calm down.”

“Calm down? She could die out there, you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Beth stepped forward and drove her fist into Mike’s stomach.

Mike hadn’t seen it coming. Every speck of air fled his lungs at once as he doubld over, his eyes wide in astonishment. Beth spun around, sprinting into the woods after her sister before Mike dropped to his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“Hannah! Hannah!” Beth called out in desperation as she too vanished into the storm.

“Jesus, what the fuck,” Mike coughed, spitting in the snow.

“Damn, she got you real good, huh?” Matt asked with a grin while a few of the others snickered at his expense. He knelt down to see if he was okay.

“That girl hits fucking hard,” Mike said gasping.

Sam crossed her arms, looking unsympathetic. “You had that coming, dude.”

Beth ran into the blizzard after her fleeing sister. Hannah always had a history of behaving irrationally and getting herself into trouble. This wasn’t the first time Beth found herself running after her. She was never crazy enough to run into a damn blizzard before though. Beth held her hand in front of her face to shield her from the snow. She could hardly see a thing.

“Hannah! Hannah? Where are you, sis?” Beth called out.

No answer. All she could hear was the howling wind crashing against her own skin. It wasn’t long before Beth realized she wouldn’t grt far without getting lost herself.

“Fuck, this is not good,” said Beth to herself.

All she could do was keep going. She couldn’t turn back. She couldn’t leave her sister out here. If something happened to her, she’d never forgive herself.

“Hannah! Come on, Hannah! Please come out!”

Despite Beth’s begging, no response came. She trudged on, muscling her way through the snowstorm. She came to a choice between two paths. She cast her gaze down, spotting Hannah’s barely visible footprints in the snow. Headed left. Another few seconds and they'd have been completely covered.

“Hannah! Hannah?”

Still no answer.

Beth pressed on, fighting the frigid cold and stinging gusts of wind. If she didn’t find her soon, she didn’t know what she’d do. She was getting desperate, fearful that she would never see her sister again. She had to keep going. Her sister needed her. She called out one more time.

“Hannah? Hannah!”

“Beth?” came a weak, but audible reply.

Beth’s face lit up. “Hannah! Where are you?”

Beth just followed the sound of a young woman’s cries and sobs. “God, those assholes are gonna pay for this,” she mumbled to herself. “They’re so dead.”

As she neared the source of the noise, her sister’s silhouette came into view. “Hannah! Thank God.”

She took off running towards Hannah, throwing both arms around her. Hannah leaned forward, crying into her shoulder.

“Beth, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot,” she said through her sobs.

“It’s okay, Hannah. Really.”

“It’s not okay. I ran out here and made you chase me through a blizzard. I’m such a fuckup.”

“Come on, you must be cold,” Beth said, stripping off her own jacket and giving it to Hannah. “Let's get you back to the lodge, we ne-.”

A series of loud growls cut her off. Beth and Hannah spun around to see a pack of wolves coming straight for them, baring their teeth as they stalked their prey.

“Oh, shit!” Beth pulled Hannah back, trying to flee.

Hannah almost fell over, scrambling away. “Fuck!”

Neither realized they were right on the edge of a cliff until it was too late. The storm had cut off almost all visibility. Beth backed off the ledge, slipping on the icy rock face. She shot one hand forward and latched onto a root before she fell any further. Hannah came next, screaming and tumbling off the edge just as her sister did. Beth grabbed Hannah’s hand, holding onto to the root with one hand and her sister with the other.

“Hannah! Hold on!”

“Oh God, Beth! This is all my fault! We’re both gonna die because of me!” Hannah cried in despair.

“No one’s gonna die!”

The wolves were advancing, their growls growing louder. The sisters were cornered by predators, ready to fall to their deaths. Then they heard a strange noise. It sounded like fire. Like a blowtorch. The wolves suddenly began whimpering, and their presence faded. The next second, an unknown figure entered their view, looming over the both of them. A frightening masked man with a flamethrower on his back. Beth’s eyes widened in fear, only for the man to bend down, offering his open hand.

“That root won’t hold!” he yelled at them.

Beth looked down to her scared sister, then back up at the man. “I-I can’t! Help us up!”

“I can’t lift the both of you!”

Hannah’s face fell. She already knew, even if Beth didn’t. There was no way both of them were making it out of this. Only Beth had a chance, but not so long as she was holding on to her. Hannah had a choice to make, and to her, it wasn’t a hard one.

“Beth,” came Hannah’s voice from below.

Beth craned her head to look down at Hannah, dangling who knows how high in the harsh winds. “What? What is it?”

Hannah said nothing at first. She looked strangely calm. Resigned. Then she smiled.

“I love you, little sister. Please forgive me for this.”

Beth blinked. “What?”

Hannah reached upwards with her other hand, prying Beth’s fingers loose from her arm. A horrified Beth could only watch as her sister slipped from her grasp.

“Hannah! No!”

Hannah fell into a white void, plummeting out of view without a sound. Beth screamed loud enough for them both. Hannah was gone just like that, and Beth was in tears.

“Hannah! Hannah!"

Beth suddenly felt a hand reach down and grab her own, pulling the sobbing sister upwards. About half of Beth wanted him to just let her fall too. The stranger hoisted her to safety. As soon as she was on safe ground, she threw herself back against him. Back towards her sister. She cried and struggled in his grasp.

“Hannah! Hannah! Let me go! That’s my sister!”

The stranger pushed Beth away from the cliff and onto the ground. “Your sister’s gone, girl! You can either join her, or leave with me.”

Beth frowned, shaking in the cold snow. “I, I, can I trust you?”

“You don’t have a choice. Those things are on their way. They’re out in force tonight.”

“What, wolves?”

“No, worse. Come on.”

The man took Beth by the arm, pulling her along. Beth realized they were headed in the wrong direction.

“Wait, the lodge is the other way!”

“Your lodge isn’t safe. They’re swarming all over it. Follow me.”

Beth did as she was told, brushing the tears from her eyes as this man she didn’t know guided her further into the mountain wilderness. Behind her, she heard strange howls and shrieks echoing out. Nothing that sounded human. Or natural.

She almost didn’t care if she lived or died. Hannah was gone. Her sister. Gone. All over a stupid prank.

All Beth could do was hold out hope Hannah somehow survived the fall, and someone would come find her before it was too late. Hope for a miracle.

The impossible.

“My sister is dead,” Beth said in dismay, tears welling up again. “She’s dead!”

“Keep your damn voice down,” he hushed her. “Stay with me and you might just make it out of this alive.”

Beth squashed her cries, pressing on. She had to keep going. If not for herself, then for Hannah.

#until dawn #beth washington #sam giddings #josh washington #emily davis #romance #horror #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #fanfiction #survivor guilt #survivor #gay women

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Until Dawn (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Giddings/Josh Washington, Ashley Brown/Chris Hartley, Mike Munroe/Jessica Riley, Chris Hartley & Josh Washington, Mike Munroe & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Josh Washington, Matt Taylor & Josh Washington, Emily Davis & Josh Washington, Jessica Riley & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Emily Davis Characters: Sam Giddings, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis (Until Dawn), Matt Taylor (Until Dawn), Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley (Until Dawn), Josh Washington Additional Tags: Post-Until Dawn (Video Game), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Wendigo Josh Washington, Josh - Freeform, Josh Washington Has Mental Health Issues, Blackwood Mountain (Until Dawn), Everyone Lives (Until Dawn), POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Character Development, Trauma, i don't know the tagging conventions super well yet in this fandom i'll update this as needed Series: Part 1 of Blackwood Mountain Summary:

#until dawn #josh washington #emily davis #ashley brown #chris hartley #sam giddings #mike munroe #jessica riley #my writing #until dawn fanfiction #jossam #Mike Munroe/Jessica Riley #Chris Hartley/Ashley Brown #gen fic #mostly #it's the most gen fic i've ever written #Blackwood Mountain

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Curveball - UNTIL DAWN REWRITE Chapter Four

[UNTIL DAWN-MASTERLIST]

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Summary: Things escalated extremy quickly and the things they found out... well, it was a hell lot of hard pills to swallow for a bunch of young adults that thought they were going to have a chill week end in their friend’s lodge. There was no time to waste crying and complaining. Synthya had made up her mind, she was going to find Josh no matter what, even if it led to her ultimate demise, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t try to save him after he turned out not to be dead... and then was snatched away by a Wendigo. She would get the both of them through the night, or she’d rather not survive this. Her thoughts weren’t really with her family on that one.

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Warnings: Until Dawn spoilers (chapter 8), lots of dialogues, stress, angst, blood, wendigos, blood, severed head, trauma, chase, death

Mount Washington’s Lodge, 04:23 AM

THREE HOURS UNTIL DAWN

After the bloodcurling revelation in the basement, where Synthya and Mike found Chris and Ashley tied to chairs with sawblades hanging down from the ceiling right above their heads, they had found out who was hidden underneath the psycho’s mask and it was a shock for all four of them. They saw Josh die in a gruesome and traumatic way, screaming to death only to find him laughing erratically at the whole situation. He seemed so detached from what had happened. About fourty minutes ago, Chris and Mike led him to a shed further away from the lodge. The two argued with Synthya as she wanted to come with them, fearing something might happen outside but she ultimately stayed at the house, keeping company to Ashley until Chris came back alone, having left Mike to guard Josh there. She was restless, to say the least, extremely worried and unable to sit down, she kept walking back and forth in the living room of the lodge, fidgeting her fingers nervously. The cold was the least of her worries right now. The three of them just stood there, in heavy silence until they heard a high-pitched scream outside the lodge, echoing through the mountain and a minute later, Emily was screaming frantically, pounding on the door, begging to be let in.

“Is that—?” Ashley timidly wondered, sitting on the edge of the couch.

“It’s Em!” Synthya stopped in her tracks, and the two girls ran to the door with Chris.

“Let her in! Quick!!” He opened the door and she fell to the floor, gasping.

“Shut the door! Oh my God—Shut the door!!” Chris closed it right away and Synthya and Ashley dragged her inside and helped her get back on her feet before leading her to the living room as she caught her breath, recovering from what had happened to her out there. Seeing her like this instantly reminded Synthya of her own state after she was chased by this creepy stranger a year ago. “I didn’t think that I’d make it—”

“You were screaming bloody murder.” Chris said.

“You look totally wiped—” Ashley observed.

“There was something—” Emily spoke, cut off by her sobbing.

“Where’s Matt—"

“Come sit down, sit down--” Synthya advised, sitting beside her as they settled her on the sofa. Ashley kneeled in front of her, a hand on her lap, concerned for her friend. Synthya wasn’t really close to anyone but Chris, Josh and Ashley but still, she was a quite sympathetic and forgiving person and never liked seeing anyone being completely freaked out like this.

“Did you guys split up?”

“A monster—It’s a monster--!” Emily cried out, too freaked out to hear Ashley’s questions.

“Are you okay?” Chris inquired, standing in front of the three young women.

“I’m fine, I don’t feel anything. I just need to calm down. It was moving so damn fast—”

“What?”

“I just had to get away—”

“Away from what?” Synthya asked.

“Th-there was this thing, whatever it was--!” Ashley straightened up and sat next to her.

“Em, Em, you can relax… Josh was messing with us… but we—”

“You’re not listening to me.” She shook her head, letting it fall forward.

“Wait Em… Where’s Matt? Is he okay?” Chris wondered. She looked up at him.

“Matt, oh, God…” She lamented. “We couldn’t use the cable car, so we climbed to the tower and then it fell and we were down in the mine, like way down, down in this terrifying freaking mine shaft…”

“Hold on, hold on…” He tried to slow her down.

“And then, it was Matt and me down there and… Oh, God, I think that Matt might be dead.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what mine shaft?”

“I— I was walking down there, in the mines, and it was dark, and I found this pile and… there was Beth’s head!” Synthya felt a cold sweat running down her back, staring at Emily, processing what she just said. She knew they were dead; she saw them fall down a cliff but hearing that was rather unsettling and upsetting. Beth, and Hannah, were her best friends.

“Whait, what?!” Chris exclaimed while Synthya now stared into space. She softly closed her eyes for a second, swallowing harshly.

“Beth’s head. I found it.”

“Oh my God.” Ashley curled up on the couch. They were all shocked and taken aback by her statement.

“I think they fell down there.” She continued, in a lower voice. Synthya thought of saying that the twins fell down a cliff, but she let the words die in her throat and remained quiet. “But the worst part is I don’t thnk Hannah died, like, from the fall, not right away…”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know… I feel like she was down there… like, starving to death… for weeks… when we were all up here looking for her… we had no idea!”

“Jesus, that’s… horrible…” Chris shook his head, sighing. He glanced at Synthya who was staring at her feet, her jaw clenched. She looked even paler than before, troubled by the discovery. “Are you okay, Synthya?”

“Uh?” She raised her head, snapped out of her thoughts. Ashley and Emily were looking at her and she nodded, trying to get her shit together, clearing her throat. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Listen.” Emily spoke. “In… In the tower there was a radio and I—I got through to someone, but that was right when the tower collapsed!” Out of the blue, Mike ran in the room and Synthya stood up at the sight of him. The only thought that crossed her mind was that he left Josh on his own in the shed. She felt a sudden urge to yell at him, but she was so dumbfounded and disturbed by what Emily had told them, she just stood there as they hugged. He seemed relieved to see her safe and sound.

“What about Matt?” He frowned in worry, looking around.

“We’re trying to figure that out…” Ashley replied.

“Mike—”

“And there was this “monster” that was chasing her…” Chris added, inadvertently speaking over Synthya trying to get their attention to ask about Josh.

“She’s all messed up, guys.” He held her shoulders somehow tenderly.

“Mike!”

“What?” The moment he looked at Synthya, someone banged on the back door of the lodge and every single one of them turned their head in confusion kind of freezing in place for a second. Mike lowered his voice, glancing at Chris from the corner of his eyes. “Who the fuck can that be?”

“Josh?” Synthya and Emily looked at Ashley.

“Jess?” Chris thought.

“It’s not Jess.”

“Sorry man… but who is this?”

“I don’t know… We should check it out.”

“I got your back.” Chris said, touching his shoulder. Synthya stared at the back door, taking a step forward. When no one moved along with her, she gazed at Chris and Mike, motioning for them to come and even though she knew Chris would probably want to ask her to stay there with the others, she wasn’t about to wait for something to happen again. Mike pulled out his gun and the three of them carefully made their way to the back door. He held up the weapon, pointing it at the door. “Uh… let me have the pistol. Cause you can take whoever it is through sheer good looks. And muscle and all that… Just, uh—”

“I think I should have the gun.” Synthya cut him off with a straight face and Mike looked at her.

“Actually, yeah, no you’re right, give it to her.” Chris agreed. “I saw her at the shooting range, she… she can definitely hold a gun.”

“All right then.” Mike handed the gun to her, and she aimed at the door, one finger right above the trigger in case she had to shoot whoever was out there.

“Okay, I’m gonna open the door. You ready?” Chris asked and both Mike and Synthya nodded. His arms hanging down his body, he fidgeted his fingers nervously and jumped when Mike urged him.

“Just do it already, whoever it is has probably gone by now.” Chris eventually approached and the moment he turned the doorknob, the stranger kicked in the door and Chris fell backwards. A man walked in, staring at Synthya who held him at gunpoint, even though he didn’t really seem that impressed. She frowned, uneasy as she glanced at the weapon in his hands.

“Stop right there! Freeze—" She tried raising her voice, but he suddenly reached for the gun and almost twisted her wrist. While Chris was getting up, Mike grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the stranger.

“All right, all right… take it easy grandpa.”

“Okay. Everybody just calm down.” The stranger spoke. Synthya noticed he had a scar across his right eye, the pupil of which was milky white and when her eyes lingered on his weapon and clothes, she noticed a pair of goggles around his neck and a flame thrower in his hands and suddenly, it all clicked in. The man that was chasing her and the twins in the forest a year ago with the flame thrower. She shook her head as she stepped back, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. He walked towards them, pushing them back to the living room and she felt threatened, and when he rose his voice, she couldn’t help but be startled. “Now just move over there. Go on, move! Let me say what I came to say.” She stared at him with restless eyes, uneasy. “I’m just here to tell you what you’re up against being back on this mountain. You should never have returned. I don’t know why you did after what happened last year.”

“You mean with Hannah and Beth?” Ashley asked shyly.

“Yeah, how could you know without being involved—” Chris added. Synthya parted her lips to say something, but she gulped and let herself fall on the couch, staring at the floor. The stranger turned towards them.

“You hold onto your horses. I don’t take kindly to you kids coming back up here on my mountain.”

“Your mountain? Huh, I’m sure the Washingtons would be very surprised to hear that.” Mike retorted and the man laughed.

“Well, this mountain don’t belong to me, it’s true. But it don’t belong to the Washingtons. This mountain belongs to the Wendigo.” He went on to explain.

“What the hell’s a wendigo?” Mike wondered. There was a brief silence of confusion among the five friends and Synthya raised her head, glancing at the stranger. She looked away when she crossed his gaze and he narrowed his eyes, staring at her. She was quite uncomfortable with the man that chased her in the forest just glaring at her. She was also very confused as to why he would be there trying to give them advice and why he looked somehow less scary than in her memories.

“I knew I’d recognized your face.” He took a step towards her, and the others turned their faces towards her. She eventually held his gaze, frowning. “You’re the one that was with the two Washington girls that night. You fell over the cliff, and I pulled you up.”

“What is he talking about?” Chris wondered.

“Why would you chase us down and then save me?”

“I wasn’t the one chasing you in that forest.” She was a little dumbfounded at his answer. “It was the wendigo.”

“What—?”

“That’s what I’m trying to warn you about and listen, because I’m only going to tell you this once. It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. I got reasons I want to… Get it off my chest…”

“See? I told you!” He waved at Synthya and the Stranger. Synthya was still trying to process what the stranger said and trying to understand that he was never the one after them and that all this time it had been some monster was very hard. “He’s guilty as shit! Guilty of something!”

“There is a curse.” He said, his back to them. “That dwells in these mountains. Should any man or woman resort to cannibalism in these woods the spirit of the wendigo shall be unleashed. You’re gonna need to fing somewhere safe.

“Wait…” Synthya spoke, starting to grasp how bad the situation was if there really were creatures roaming around. She stood up and faced Mike on her left. “Josh… What about Josh?”

“I… ran off and left Josh when I heard screaming.”

“Where did you leave him?” The stranger inquired.

“In the shed…”

“Your friend will already be dead.”

“No…” Synthya brought her hand to her hair, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe Josh might be dead, really dead this time.

“No… No, he can’t be… We were just with him!” Chris got up.

“A lot can happen quickly on this mountain.” The stranger shook his head.

“No. I’m gonna go get him.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“You can’t go out there!” Ashley disapproved.

“I’m supposed to be his best friend and I let him down.”

“No… he let you down, Chris. You too, Synthya – he let all of us down.”

“I don’t care.” He retorted.

“We’re going to get him.” Synthya added, her jaw clenched. “And y’all can hate him, when he’s safe and sound too.”

“I’ll go with you.” The stranger calmly said, stepping forward.

“We don’t need your help.”

“Going alone is suicide.” He warned Chris and he and Synthya just shrugged agreeing to go with out there with him. “The rest of you- get down to the basement. Be safe. Don’t go outside until we’re back.” He came in front of Chris and Synthya and they held his gaze. “You don’t seem to understand the magnitude of the situation.”

“Well, we’re going to get Josh, aren’t we?” Chris replied.

“No, I’m going to get Josh. You’re going to help me. Do you understand?” The two friends glanced at each other and slowly nodded. “You need to follow me. And do everything I tell you.”

“Okay.” Synthya mouthed, looking at Chris, shooting up her eyebrows as they followed the stranger to the front door in silence, leaving the others in the living room. He stopped before opening the door and got a shotgun hanging beside the flame thrower tanks on his back and turned to them, handing it out to Synthya.

“That’s the end you point towards the thing you want to kill.”

“Yes. I do know how to use a shotgun, man.” She sighed, annoyed.

“I know. That’s why I gave it to you.” She was surprised by the confidence in his voice. He had probably heard Chris say she knew how to hold and use a gun, or maybe he was up there on the mountain and saw them at the shooting range earlier in the evening. He opened the door and Synthya took a step forward to follow him when she heard Ashely’s voice and she glanced to her left. The latter came up to Chris, worried, and kissed him and Synthya was torn between being excited for the two as they finally shared a kiss, and being saddened by this sight, reminding her of her own relationship with Josh. She wanted to find him, and she wasn’t even religious, but she never prayed so hard for something. This was the only thing left to do, hoping he wasn’t dead, and she and Chris would get him back and then, she would get him the help he needs, even if it means that he’ll hate her for it. She was ready to do anything to help him and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she just waited for dawn with the others, safe in the basement. She was going to face her demons and she didn’t like one bit, but it was for something worth fighting for. Synthya stepped outside and the stranger glanced at her, noticing Chris was still inside. She looked around at the dark woods surrounding them and swallowed harshly. “We need to hurry, son.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He said to Ashley before heading out, joining Synthya and the stranger in the snow. “So… so tell us. You’re the expert on these things. What’s… uh… What’s a guy gotta know…?”

“You just be careful. You follow my lead. And you stay near your friend, she’s got the gun.”

“Yeah, I’ma breathe down your neck. I’ll become like your shadow.” He joked, trying to hide how nervous he was feeling, and she briefly chuckled. Normally, she would have laughed because it was funny but right now, they were both extremely worried and anxious, unsure about what was going to happen. Nonetheless, it was reassuring to have one another to go and rescue Josh, if he was still alive.

“So, how do we kill these things? How many times do I have to shoot it before it’s dead?” Synthya asked as they climbed down the stairs.

“Well, you’d be shooting a long time.”

“You mean this shotgun won’t even kill it? Is it why you have a flame thrower? They’re sensitive to fire or something?”

“Right on the mark.” He nodded, walking down the path in front of them. “The shotgun will slow it down. The fire, they fear it, and it can kill them if you have to… See their skin if like… it’s like tough armor, unless you burn it off first.”

“That’s gross…” Chris remarked. “What are these things like? I mean, are they just crazy unpredictable or can you figure out what they’re gonna do?”

“Well… they adhere to some patterns… like any animal… or human.”

“Wh- you mean, like how? Ike they’ve got schedules?”

“Well, they only hunt at night.”

“Why?” Synthya asked after being silent for a minute, listening.

“I didn’t ask.” The strange responded.

“Any, uh, pro Wendigo tips? Like if I rub garlic all over me, they won’t be able to smell me or something?” Chris then went on to ask, his uneasiness growing as they got deeper in the woods, and close to the shed.

“They’ll still smell you.”

“Anything like that?”

“They can’t see you if you’re standing still. It’s like toads… sight is based on changes of movement in their field of vision.”

“So, if we don’t move… We’re basically invisible.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t recommend testing it out… unless you have no other choice.” They then fell into silence for a moment until they were about 60 feet from the shed. They walked around it and Synthya tightened her grip on the shotgun, ready to pull it up and shoot it a wendigo appeared in front of them.

“If these things… Wendigos… are, or were human… do they still have some aspect of humanity in them?” Chris wondered and they stopped in their tracks for a second.

“Well, they retain certain things.”

“I mean is it really right to kill them?” The stranger tittered. “Maybe they can be cured or—”

“They surrender human rights the moment they eat one another. There is no cure. There is no redemption.”

“I mean if they’re still human I don’t know if it’s a right to hurt them—”

“If they’ve done anything to Josh, I’m not gonna hold back. That much I know.” Synthya declared and the stranger gave her a glance before looking at Chris. Good thing she was the one with the gun.

“You’ve got good survival instincts. Lucky your friend’s there, cause when you’re staring one in the face, it’s them, or you. You feel free to take the high road. You won’t be on it for long.” they resumed their walk and came to the shed door, wide open and inside, a broken stool was knocked over next to a wooden a lamp oil and a pool of blood. Synthya widened her eyes in panick, assuming that it was where Josh was supposed to be.

“Oh my god… is it his blood? What the fuck happened?!” She inquired in fear, staring at the ground and Chris squeezed her shoulder, looking around.

“He’s gone…! We’re too late!”

“Shh! Quiet!” The stranger suddenly shushed them, and they turned to him as he lowered his voice, taking a look outside the shed. “We gotta go. Right now.”

“We gotta find Josh – he could still be out here!” Chris insisted.

“Ha-ha! First, the Wendigo, he’ll render you immobile.” He approached them, almost whispering before gradually stepping away again. “And then he strips the skin off of your entire body, piece by piece, and then he keeps you alive and aware and feasts on your organs, one piece at a time.”

“So, the Lodge, then.” Chris said, reluctant to go back just now. Synthya sighed, closing her eyes shut for a second. She couldn’t believe they were giving up so quickly and that they were leaving Josh out there on his own and in the confused and disorientated state he was in.

“Let’s go now, it might still be near!” He instructed and quickly jogged out. Chris and Synthya joined him and the moment they got near him; he ordered them to stop moving. They glanced at each other as they stood as still as a statue and after a few seconds, the stranger decided to take a careful step forward. Synthya’s heart missed a beat when she saw this slender and inhumanely tall figure in the distance. “Run! Go! Now! Now!”

“Holy shit what the fuck?!” Chris swore, stopping in his tracks abruptly when the stranger used his flame thrower and the Wendigo jumped away. Synthya was feeling this lump in her stomach again and her throat was getting sore and uncomfortable. She wanted to dig a hole and break down but there was absolutely not second to waste, and she just tried to get a hold of her breathing accelerating, getting prepared to shoot at the creature if needed. She had the gun, and she needed to be ready to use it, no matter how scared and frightened she was.

“We’re right out of the pen— We gotta get out of here!” The stranger peeked around when suddenly, the Wendigo came out of nowhere, jumping right on him and sliced through his throat, cutting his head off. Synthya screamed at the top of her lungs to the point her whole mouth felt completely dried, her eyes widened out of terror, his body fell down to his knees and then lied flat on his stomach while she stared in absolute shock at the head and the pool of blood growing around it. When Chris rose his voice and called her name, she just pivoted her body like she was on auto mode and shot in the Wendigo’s direction, pushing him away from them. He then grabbed her arm as she sobbed frantically, this vision of horror engraved in her mind, and they ran back to the lodge as fast as they could. They ducked underneath a fallen tree, and she turned around to see the Wendigo on it, ready to jump at them and end them the same way it killed the stranger. She immidietaly shoot and they resumed running to the lodge like they became track stars. As they approached the front of the house, another Wendigo popped out of the blue. She shot it without wasting time, sniffing, and they made their way to the door and Chris started banging on it. Ashley arrived and opened it for them.

“Guys!! Oh my god, what happened?”

“We gotta go, that thing was like right behind us—” The Wendigo hopped over to the door and jumped on it, breaking through the glass as they fleed.

Old hotel, 04:47 AM

“Oh my god! Guys! Thank god!” Emily sounded overly relieved to see Chris and Synthya walk pasted the door along with Ashley. They were all in a sort of small room in the basement, closed by thick mesh walls. Opposite to the door, there was a desk and half a dozen screens displaying CCTV footage of the cameras set around the house. Mike closed the door behind them. Synthya took a deep breath in; she wasn’t sobbing like crazy, but her eyes were red and despite being naturally pale, she must have looked like literal corpse, staring into space and just following Chris to sit down.

“It’s not so good up there right now…"

“Understatement of the night.” Mike said, he was exhausted too. Synthya rested her elbows on her laps and cupped her face in her hands, letting it all sink in. She was already traumatized enough, she didn’t want the sight of the stranger’s severed head to be there when she would cose her eyes because until someone came to get them out of here, she had to be fully there in order to survive and help Josh as well. She could work on everything that happened that nigh when she would see her therapist again. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate and raised her head. “Where’s the flame throwing guy?”

“Ah… yeah… He, uh… He didn’t make it…”

“Oh no… What happened?” Emily slightly shook her head, resting her hands on her hips.

“The thing it… it tore him apart… Right in front of us…”

“All right… these all the doors?” Mike inquired, walking around the room, warily looking around.

“Yeah.” Ashley nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“What are you looking for?”

“Another way out.” He walked to the screens and watched.

“Mike… I don’t think that’s a good idea. We should stay put until dawn. At least we’re safe down there—" Emily stated worriedly and he turned to her instantly, cutting her off.

“Oh? Yeah? All wrapped up like a little present with a bow on top for that thing to tear us apart on Christmas morning?”

“People will come for us. In the morning.” Ashley said.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“That is what will happen… right, Em?”

“Uh, yeah… I mean…”

“Well, you can wait.” He retorted. “I’m leaving.”

“Mike… There’s no key for the cable car—” Emily said.

“Josh.” Synthya glance over at him as he mentioned his name. “He’s gotta have it. One of his dirty little tricks. If that fucking thing got a hold of Josh… then… we’re shit outta luck.”

“I don’t know, Mike… it’s possible…” She shrugged.

“What’s possible?” Synthya stood up, staring at them.

“It may have taken him down to the mine… I saw some horrible stuff down there… I think it’s where that thing lives… and…” She turned to a table along the wall and bent over a map spread over it, taking a look at it. She went silent for a second, picking up a book to see the map better but didn’t say anything else. Synthya walked over to Emily.

“Fuck it.” Mike exclaimed. “I’m gonna get that key. Right from that thing’s goddamned bedroom, and then I’m gonna get us all the hell out of here.”

“What’s all that?” Synthya asked, seeing a whole bunch of stuff over the table.

“It’s that old guy’s bag.”

“That guy was prepared for anything…”

“Not quite.” Mike commented.

“What is this place?” Emily wondered, pointing at an old map.

“Oh my God. I was down there. It was horrible.” He explained. “There had been a cave-in. In the fifties I guess, and these miners got trapped down there. Some of them survived but… like… fifteen of ‘em didn’t make it. There was this reporter and I think he figured out there had been some, like, big cover-up going on. I found these plans – they knew the mine was a death trap, but they let the miners keep working anyway. And… I’m not sure what it means but I found this chair, with dried blood all over the place… like somebody’s been tortured…”

“Michael, I’d like to maybe focus on how we’re going to get the fuck out of here please?”

“I’m just saying it’s weird how much crazy shit’s gone on up here…”

“What’s weird is that there’s a tunnel leading from the lodge to the Sanatorium, see?” She pointed at it on the map.

“That’s how I got back here.”

“I saw this. When I was down in there. That’s where it lives.”

“Em…” Ashley stood behind Emily and brought her hand to her shoulder, worried, for some reason and she then pointed at her, walking away. “Em, what is that…? What is that? Em, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—”

“It’s nothing.” She tried calming her as Mike and Synthya stepped away from her as well. “I just – it bit me, and—”

“It bit you? What bit you?” Ashley cut her off.

“The, uh… the Wendigo. It’s nothing, really, it’s not a big deal—”

“Are you okay?” Synthya asked.

“Yeah. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Really. It’s not that bad.”

“Em… if that thing bit you…” Mike frowned. The situation was already tensed, learning that Emily got bitten by a Wendigo didn’t help lighten up the mood. She tried assuring him she was fine, but he didn’t seem to want to hear it or believe it. “Emily, if the Wendigo bit you… You could turn into one of those things.”

“I don’t think it works like that, Mike. It’s not fucking vampires.” Synthya came to stand next to Emily. She had no idea how this whole Wendigo thing actually worked but according to what the Stranger had told them, it wasn’t this way. One had to eat another human’s flesh in order for the spirit of the Wendigo to possess their body, or something like that. And with everyone really nervous and scared, regrettable mistakes would easily happen, so she watched Mike.

“He said it was from eating each other, remember he said that!” Ashley cried out. “It happens if it bit you, you’re gonna turn into one and—"

“Yeah, Ashley, from eating each other, not biting each other!” Synthya cut off Ashley, raising her voice in annoyance. She could see where this whole argument was heading from a mile away. “Emily didn’t eat fucking human flesh; she’s not going to turn into a Wendigo! Think for a second!”

“Emily… you can’t stay here. You’re putting us all in danger!” Mike yelled.

“Hey, Mike, just cool your head, okay? It doesn’t work like that. It’s definitely just a bite.”

“I’ve seen what these fuckers can do. I don’t want to see it again.” Chris spoke in a calm voice, seriousness on his face.

“Chris, come on, man!” Synthya looked at him in disbelief. “I’ve seen what they can do too, but the stranger never said you coud turn into one with just a fucking bite!”

“What is this, guys? What are you doing?” Emily asked, looking at each and every one of them.

“Door’s right here.” Mike pointed at the door on his right. “I’m letting you do this voluntarily.”

“Oh no,” Emily walked up to him. “you’re just making yourself feel better about sending me to my death since you know there’s a Wendigo out there ready to rip me to pieces like it did with—"

“Okay, oh my god! Will you just go!? Go! Get out of here!” Ashley aggressively told Emily and Synthya sighed. She so wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up but when she saw Mike grab a gun and aim it at Emily, she widened her eyes.

“Mike… calm down.”

“You’re going to shoot me?” Emily couldn’t believe it. “Mike…? Me?”

“This is the safe room, Em.” She started crying and begging him, but he wasn’t listening. “It’s not safe as long as you’re in it. Not for us. I’m really sorry.” He held the gun up, clenching his jaw, distressed at what he was about to do when suddenly, Synthya just stepped in front of the gun, staring at him. He grumbled, trying to get her to step away and just let him do this but he could see that she wasn’t moving any time soon and he let his arms fall down along his body, letting out a heavy sigh and walked in a circle. “Shit… Fuck… Fuck…”

“You did the right thing.” Synthya declared before checking on Emily, who was wiping away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

“Alright, you keep an eye on her… if you see anything weird… you guys know what to do. And no one leave, okay?” Mike instructed. “It’s not safe out there. I’ll be back soon.”

“Hey, Mike. Wait a sec’.” He was about to leave the room and looked at her, stopping in his tracks. “You want to find the keys and I want to find Josh. I’m coming with you.”

“Synthya, you’re brave and all, but you just came back, I don’t think you—”

“It doesn’t matter what you think about it. I’ll rest when I find Josh.” She declared and he knew there was no way he could talk her out of it so he just shrugged, reluctantly inviting her to leave the safe room with him. She knew very well that she was still a little shaken from what happened with Chris and the Stranger, not so long ago but she couldn’t just wait around, until dawn finaly came and just pray that Josh would come out safe and sound. She woud rather die along with him if something happened, than never know what his fate ended up being. Either she saved the both of them, or none at all. Living with the fact that she preferred to save herself rather than go after him would be worst than having to become his caregiver, whatever other serious underlying menta illness he had. She didn’t know what to expect of him and their relationship once all this shit would be over, if they did survive until dawn, but whatever it would be, she woud live better knowing he was alive.

[To be continued…]

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Published (09/21/2022) by Andrea

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