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Post by Reaper on Aug 23, 2009 9:24:51 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mikey and smiled as she patted his arm. "Easy," she said lightly as she pointed to the elevator. "We go down. You said it was in the basement. So we hit the basement, and go from there," she said as she moved to the elevator. She pushed the button, but nothing happened. With a quick wave of her hand the doors swung open. She looked up and down, and smiled. "The elevators at the top of the shaft, we can use the ladder to get down," she said. She waited for Mikey to start climbing down before she followed after. Not for the fact that she wanted him to come in contact with what ever was waiting for them, but she wanted to stop the elevator encase it decided to fall.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 23, 2009 9:50:08 GMT -5
"This is a bad idea..." Mikey said, grabbing the ladder and overly carefully stepping onto one of the rungs. "Probably a bad time to mention this." He said, looking up at Jack as he started down. "But uh... I'm afraid of heights..." He told her. Heights and open motion, such as a motorcycle. Both things that couldnt be controlled, both things that scared the crap out of him. He had to admit, the things that were lower on his list of fears were pretty much gone anymore, but those two still nagged at him.
"What happens if that car falls down?" He asked, his steps quickening at the mention of the thought. She could probably stop it, but that didnt stop him from getting the lead out of his ass and moving.
Sure enough, Jack could hear the creak of metal above her. She had a nagging feeling that it wasnt coincidence...
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Post by Reaper on Aug 23, 2009 16:59:46 GMT -5
"Yeah, elevators, always bad," she mumbled as she looked down at Mikey. The bottom was only a few runs away, but the elevator wasn't wanting to wait. Jack looked up as she seen the sparks come from the secondary breaks trying to hold it in place. Then just like that the elevator was falling. Jack put her hand against the wall causing it to freeze over, and several shards of ice protruding from the wall. Each just shattering under it's wait. She waved her hand and the bottom floor elevator door opened. She put her hand against the wall, and the elevator seemed to weld into place. Still there was a creaking noise that was unmistakable. Jack jumped down the remaining few feet, grabbed Mikey by the hand and pulled him into the room. She turned back at the resounding sound, and watched the elevator fall into place. "Yeah, bad," she growled as she turned to look down the hall. "Alright. Start searching rooms," she said as she started going down the hall.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 24, 2009 8:03:49 GMT -5
"Thats going to be easier said than done." He said. There were at least a hundred rooms down here. Who knew who or what was waiting for them. No, he thought it was better to go with a variation of his original plan.
"She's in room B93. If we start going down that way, look at the numbers, and find her that way." He said. He pulled out the maglite from his backpack and his Glock 17. He pushed the button on the flashlight and the bright beam illuminated the darkness of the hallway. He looked at the door to his side and saw that is said B12. "Got some walking to do." He said, walking to the first turn and looking at room numbers to determine what way to go.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 24, 2009 8:21:41 GMT -5
Jack looked around the hall. She felt . . . she felt rather misplaced in a place like this. Like she was walking right up to her own casket. She looked at Mikey, and then at the signs on the wall. "Down here, rooms 80-100" she said as she turned the corner. She looked around keeping her eyes open. She could feel her heart pounding, and it almost felt like she was going to have an anxiaty attack. She had never seen her mother, except for the little girl that was helping them, but she was almost scared as to how her own mother could do something like this. She felt sorry for her, that people could do something horrible to a child, but for the child to come back and create something like this. It was almost as if she had help in that matter. Even now she had problems using her powers, but her question was how well could her mother use them. Jack stopped when she seen the room B93. She swallowed lightly as she panted heavily. Looking to Mikey. "This is to easy," she mumbled under her breath. Surely that crazy lady would have been here to stop them.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 24, 2009 22:47:46 GMT -5
"Ya, looks like it..." Mikey said, his gun further in front of him, the flashlight tighter against his wrist as if it would somehow help. The halls were empty, the air silent. This wasnt right... Or, it was too right... They both knew how good these guys were at hiding, at setting up traps. Maybe they were doing that. It made sense, and somehow it made him feel better and worse at the same time at the silence and emptiness around them.
Finally, they reached the door they were looking for. Not only was it labeled B39, but it was latched shut from the outside. Chains were mounted to the door and led out in a huge mess, connecting to the wall and bound at the center of the door with a huge padlock. For some reason, he found something that seemed mundane compared to everything else they had seen disturbing.
"It cant be that easy. A bunch of chains wouldnt hold her." He said, looking over to Jack. "You feel anything?" He asked.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 25, 2009 4:22:18 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mikey and shook his head. "No," she said lightly as she ran her hands over the chains. "An these seem like ordinary every day chains," she said lightly. She knelt down and ran her fingers along the edge of the door and ground. "An I'm not sensing any pentagrams. Though we seen how well that went last time," she said lightly. Waiving Mikey back a few steps. "Stay back encase something happens," she said lightly. His safety and his mother's freedom was all she was ever worried about, and she would see to it no matter what the cost. She ran her hand over the chains as they became chilled, cold and brittle. Breaking in place from just the bare touch. She reached for the door throwing it open into a small room. It was almost suspenseful in her heart, and holding her breath lightly she stepped into the room.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 25, 2009 5:07:32 GMT -5
"This is wrong..." Mikey said, looking around the room. It was empty. Not totally empty in the sense that it was bare, but empty in the fact that it was a hospital room with no patient in it. It wasnt right... " I got a bad feeling about this..." He said. Had to be a trap. He knew what he knew, and he knew that she was in room B93. If this was B93...
It got him to thinking, and he walked back to the door. He picked at the number plate on the door, and he got both a shock and what he was expecting. It came off, falling to the ground like nothing was holding it in place.
"Jack." He said, a bit too late. He could hear running footsteps. Coming from down the halls. He moved into the room and looked at her as he pulled one of the bottles out and lit it with his lighter. "Go, I'll be right behind you." He told her. He saw her resistance in leaving, and he spoke again. "It's gotta be you. I'll be fine." He said. For the first time in a while, he was believing that. He wasnt sure why.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 25, 2009 5:21:09 GMT -5
Jack looked back at Mikey. She didn't want him to stay behind. . . the main fact was she was scared to lose him, and if he stayed to fight she surly would lose him. Yet those looks in his eyes had an all new determination to them. She sighed a bit and nodded. "Becareful," she spoke lightly before running down the hall. She came to another intersection and frowned. Looking around there wasn't anything directing her to go somewhere. A gentle breeze made her turn down he right hall, and she took a left at the next hall.
There seemed to be a set of steps leading down, and she looked back. Still no footsteps from Mikey. She had thought about turning back, when a high pitched scream brougt her to her knees. She gripped her ears tightly as she cried out. Shaking her head, and as the thought of turning back left so did the scream. Jack staggered to her feet, and moved down the steps. She touched the door, and the feeling was almost overwhelming. She flung the door open, and stepped inside.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 25, 2009 6:33:42 GMT -5
Mikey stood at the doorway of the room, taking in breaths as he thought about what he was going to do. He no longer cared about leaving, for a reason unbeknownst to him. For some reason, he wasn’t that worried anymore about leaving. Going back to normal life, seeing his family. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be normal. Never normal. He’d still have a dead end job, be a nobody, always aware of what hid in the shadows. But here, he had a chance to do something that mattered. Even if he didn’t make it out alive, he was going to make sure he made something matter. Made sure that this b*tch never got out of there to do this to anyone else.
With one last breath, the bottle almost burning to the end of the rag and into the bottle itself, he spun out and looked. Very close, less than 20 feet away, were the cultists in their mining suits. They kept their charge going, unaware as the ones before them were of what the bottle was. Mikey threw it with all his might, shattering the now fragile heated glass against one of the men. It exploded in a ball of flame, dropping the man to the ground while he tried to put out the flame. Screams of agony sounded in his ears, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He thought it a bit psychotic that he was laughing at the pain of them, but he was beyond caring as he lit another rag. He had six bottles left and he was going to make them count. He wound back and threw, shattering the bottle on one of the men trying to help his fallen and burning friend. Another fireball ensued, and Mikey lit another, checking the hall to his side and seeing several miners. He threw, lighting them up and blocking the way.
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As Jack entered the room, she felt the screaming stop. She felt something she hadn’t felt since she had gotten here. A feeling of… peace. Harmony. Something that she found pleasant. When the white light that blinded her started to fade, she could make out a hospital room. It was normal, white paint, green floor. Sun shone through the open window, and in drifted the smell of fresh air. On the bed laid a woman, in her 20’s. She looked a lot like Jack, almost identical. The woman looked over at Jack and smiled a warm smile.
“Hi Jacqueline. Glad to meet you in the flesh.” She said, motioning Jack to come over and sit in the chair beside her.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 25, 2009 6:44:59 GMT -5
Jack was a bit taken back. She never realized how much she looked like her mother, and yet there were differances. She stood there in the door shocked to see her laying there. She looked around the room almost terrified that she was dreaming again, but yet she couldn't feel it. She smiled as she walked slowly and stiffly into the room. She was nervious, scared to death, and she really didn't know what to say. In all her life she never even dreamed of ever meeting her mother again. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at her mother.
All those years with those people who called her their daughter. Who raised her, and refused to tell her where she had come from. They called her their daughter, but they never really treated her like one. She finally sat down. Her hand shaking as she reached out to take her mother's hand, but stopped. Finally she reached out far enough to at least grip the bar. "M- mother?" she spoke her words almost a whisper and quivering as she did.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 25, 2009 9:20:42 GMT -5
“Yes dear, its me.” Alyssa said. She reached out to touch Jack’s hand, but it didn’t feel right. Her touch was rough, like her skin was scarred. Jack couldn’t see it, but she knew. The scarring from the fire. Even if everything looked fine, Jack knew it wasn’t. Alyssa could see Jacks face, her reaction, and pulled her hand away.
“I’m sorry. Soon, it will all be over.” She said. “Soon, I’ll be able to leave. But I need your help.” She said.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 25, 2009 10:13:25 GMT -5
"Please," Jack said lightly as she stood up from the chair. Her tears were evident. They were both scared and happy. Yet she also knew that once her mother was free that once they were away from this place she would never see her again. Jack reached out and took her hand. She held it tightly between her hands and smiled lightly. "I always dreamed that my real mother was beautiful," she said lightly. She brought her hand up a bit, and kissed it gently. "I knew I would love her from the first moment I saw her, and I was always scared of what to say and what to do around her." Jack sighed as she lowered her head. "An I'm still at a loss of what to say. So I'll ask. What do I need to do to set you free?" she asked lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 27, 2009 9:51:15 GMT -5
Alyssa looked her daughter in the eye, and Jack could see her look change. The mere thought of Claudia put Alyssa into the frame of mind that had caused all of this. The walls shook, the air became dark. The room started to decay to what it really looked like, as did Alyssa. The beautiful young woman who laid on the bed turned to a horribly scarred and burned one, hooked to what looked like a life support machine. The bed turned to what looked like a pod, made of barbed wire.
“Claudia.” Alyssa said. Her voice raspy and rough now. “She must die.” She said, resolute in her decision. “You must free me. Take me to their church.” She said, gripping Jack’s hand tighter. A black mist started to seep from Alyssa and pass onto Jack. “You…” The raspy voice from Alyssa said. “…must die there.” She said.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 27, 2009 10:42:15 GMT -5
Jack looked at her mother for a moment, almost shocked as to what she was asking. Then her looked had softened, and she smiled lightly. Despite what the room looked like, or what her mother looked like. She leaned down and kissed her mother on the forehead. "To free you I will do anything," she said lightly. She smiled as she looked around the room. Her hand gripping her mother's just as tightly, and she waited until the black mist was gone. Jack smiled lightly, and then turned to leave the room. Walking up the stairs she listened for Mikey. The explosions coming fewer and far in between only indicating that either there weren't that many miners, or he was running low. Following the sound she found Mikey surrounded.
"Really I thought you would have had them all begging for mercy by now," she said with a laugh. With a wave of her hand the room grew cold, and the walls iced over. Her eyes shifted slightly as her glare become cold. She pulled her hand into a fist, and the walls froze over, and the men turned into frozen statues. Then with a wave of her hand they shattered, just leaving their frozen remains behind. She sighed lightly as she walked up to Mikey, and patted him on the back. "Thanks for keeping them at bay, but now we need to head back to the church," she said. "We must kill Claudia," she said as she motioned him up the stairs. She wasn't about to tell him what she had to do, and knew all to well that he would object to what it was. Jack sighed again. "Mom told me how to defeat her," she said lightly. "An when we do she'll be free and you can go home," she said with a light smile.
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