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Post by Mikey on Nov 6, 2008 6:44:56 GMT -5
Mikey was caught by surprise when Jack literally fell into his arms. He stabalized her and kept her from bouncing off of him and onto the ground, and held there for a moment. He wasnt exactly sure what to do, even though the answer to the dilemma was quite simple. To just lay her down and check the store for anything unusual. But, truth be told, this kind of thing made him more nervous than the Leatherface wannabe in the parking lot.
He cleared his head after a moment and did his best to lay her down gently. When she was laying down and looked semi comfortable, he walked to the other side of the store and looked around. It was very small, and quite secure. At least, it looked that way with the metal grating down on the front doors. Whoever was running it had saw it was slow today and locked up early. He guessed it made sense. About now, he was wishing he had gone home after seeing that there was nothing to be cleaned.
Taking a deep breath and coughing a bit, it reminded him of something. Something that he had totally overlooked the last few hours. Something that sounded very good right now, in all of it's cancerous glory. Taking a small paper pack from his pocket, he grabbed one of the bent and mangled cigarettes with his teeth and lit it with a zippo lighter. He leaned against the wall and slid down, taking a moment to relax. He had a feeling that in the shape she was in, he was going to get more than a moment of down time.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 7, 2008 17:26:45 GMT -5
Jack stirred slightly in her unwanted sleep. In her dreams were filled with nightmares that she had longed forgotten, but here they seemed much more real than anything she had ever seen. She cried out several times in her sleep as she tossed and turned, and in the end finally jerking herself awake. She laid there looking up at the brightly lighted ceiling before she closed her eyes. She laid there for a little longer, before rolling onto her side and pushed herself up. Once she was on her feet she staggered before she collapsed into the bench. Jack leaned forward panting slightly as she closed her eyes tightly. Her head was still spinning, she felt tired and exhausted.
Finally getting enough strength she stood up and staggered threw the store until she found Mikey. She smiled weakly as she walked to the wall, and slid down it. "Sorry about earlier," she spoked sluggishly. Jack closed her eyes as she leaned her head up against the back of the wall. "We need to move soon. Try getting back out, and avoiding Mr Chainsaw," she said lightly as she opened her eyes to look at him. "Your call."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 12, 2008 14:25:43 GMT -5
"Dont mention it..." Mikey said, stubbing out the seventh cigarette on the floor. He was aware that they needed to leave, but how they were going to do it was beyond him. That guy was out there, and he didnt seem to mind being shot. If he could take 12 bullets without flinching, how were they going to get past him?
Mikey hauled himself to his feet and walked foreward, looking for something they could use to create a distraction or something similer. Maybe if they could get his attention elsewhere, they could get to a car and haul a*s out of there.
He stopped in front of a mirror and looked at his reflection for a moment, and at Jack sitting against the wall. He saw Jack stand up with seemingly no effort, and walk up just behind him.
"Feeling better?" He asked, turning his head to look at her. To his dismay, she wasnt behind him. She was still sitting against the wall. His eyes went wide and he stepped back a moment. He felt a stab of fear as his reflection stayed in place, watching him.
"Jack..." Mikey said in a tone that was surprisingly calm, almost numb to what was happening. "Jack..." He said again, panic showing through in his voice then. The reflections walked foreward, each set a hand on the glass, left a bloody print, and dissapered. As Mikey looked in the mirror, he waved his hand. There were no reflections at all anymore.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 12, 2008 15:53:54 GMT -5
Jack looked up at Mikey as he called out her name. She watched the mirror in curiousity as the figures . . . as they moved in the mirror. Jack reached out pushing herself up with a slight struggle, and once she was on her feet she stumbled to his side. "What's going on?" she asked curiously as she reached out and touched the mirror. It was normal, but yet they did not show in the mirror. Jack bit her lip as she stepped back tilting her head in curiousity. She looked up to Mikey, and then back to the glass. "I think we need to leave," she spoke lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 12, 2008 16:17:59 GMT -5
As Jack touched the glass, the handprint seemed to ripple. When she stepped back, she started to get light headed. Soon, she felt as if she was going to pass out. The floor ceased to exist, and she fell into darkness.
After a moment, she awoke in a room soaked with blood. The walls were made of chain link fences lined with razor wire, and the floor was now a thick metal grating. She looked around and saw the mirror, and the room where she had just been. Mikey was there, banging on the glass, convinced that it had something to do with her dissaperence. Soon after, he tried the same course she did, and touched one of them. He soon dissapered from her sight, and appered moments later right next to her.
"Oh jeez...what the he*l?" Mikey said, standing up and looking around the room they were in. It was then that they both noticed that it was indeed a twisted version of the clothing store they were just in. The racks were mainly bare, but what looked like stripped skin hung on a hanger here and there.
"Oh god..." Mikey muttered, putting his fist to his mouth. "What now?"
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Post by Reaper on Nov 12, 2008 16:32:18 GMT -5
Jack looked back at Mikey as she touched the mirror almost in hopes that it would put them on the other side, but it didn't do anything. She sighed a bit as she fought back the urge to throw up. The site alone of the room didn't help, and the fact that she really wasn't feeling up to par at the moment was helping either. Jack looked up at Mikey with tired eyes as she looked around the room. "As the same as last time. We need to find a way out of here," she said lightly. Moving on tired legs she walked toward the wall and ran her finger along the wall. Blood, blood and more blood. It was almost like the walls where painted in them. "What is this place," she asked more so to herself than anything else. It wasn't like her dreams, it was a lot worse than her dreams. She turned to Mikey before looking out toward the mall. "Our best bet is to move," she said as she reached in her coat pocket and pulled out two clips. She handed them both to him. "Only two, use them wisely," she said as she headed for the inside of the mall.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 12, 2008 17:35:25 GMT -5
Mikey took the two magazines and stuck one in his pocket. He ejected the empty one and stuck it in another pocket, then slid the full one in the butt of the gun. Pulling the slide back, he looked at Jack and said "I didnt get you anything."
He led with the gun and looked around the store, getting his bearings. It was still the same layout as before, and he had no touble finding the gate. When he got to it, he saw that it was now a swinging chain link fence, and it wasnt locked. Pushing it open with his foot, he aimed the gun outside.
Outside, the mall was very simplified. The open halls were the same, but a great deal of the shops were gated off with chain link fences. They moved foreward to the large mounted map, as they had earlier, and much of it was blotted out with blood. The only parts showing were the main hall they were in, a walkway in front of them, and a room marked "Security Room."
"Well, looks...fairly obvious..." Mikey said, leaning out and looking around.
As they looked at the map, a creature was lurking. It looked much like a person in a straight jacket from afar, with a black spot in its chest. It slowly lurked toward the two figures it sensed, looking for a meal.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 30, 2008 6:50:22 GMT -5
Jack studied the map and sighed. "It may look obvious, but I highly doubt it's that easy," she said lightly as she straightened up. She stretched her arms flinching slightly from the faint pain she was still feeling. She scanned the halls, and turned around just as a creature lunged at her taking her by surprise. It had no arms, but nearly sharp teeth she fought to keep from biting her. Jack struggled for a bit finding it rather odd that this creature was so strong without the use of it's arms. An after a moment she was able to push it off of her. She jumped to her feet, and back peddled to stand just slightly behind the man with the gun. "It's human?" she said though more questioned it. It looked human but it wasn't. She watched as it struggled to get up, and after a bit of trying finally made it to it's feet once more starting toward them.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 21, 2008 3:39:06 GMT -5
Mikey backed away from the creature, pushing Jack back as well. This thing was new, and very freaky looking. He raised the gun and hesitated. Would the gun even do anything? The guy with the chainsaw had run through 12 .45 rounds like they were flys pumping against it. Would the rounds do anything to this?
In the time he hesitated, the monster reeled back and sprung back up, shooting a black fluid that went mostly wide. Several drops fell onto Mikey's shirt, and it started to smoke.
"Fu*k!" He yelled, ripping the shirt off and throwing it on the ground. Wiping at the shirt he had on underneath, he saw there was no more of the fluid on it and he looked back at the creature. Anger welled inside him and he raised the pistol. He fired a shot, and it connected. He was convinced that it would do nothing, and was genuinly surprised when the creature let out a pained yell and took a step back. Firing another shot, and then one more, the creature started to shake and fell to the ground.
Letting out a screech, it shook and finally fell still.
"Motherfu*ker..." Mikey muttered, checking his shirt once more for traces of the fluid. "Ok, who cares if it's a dead end or whatever. Lets just get the hell out of here." He said, and started to walk toward the security room.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 25, 2008 6:47:49 GMT -5
Jack sighed with relief as they started moving again. This place was freaking her out, and keeping her composure was getting harder. Not to mention she still wasn't feeling all to great either. Her head was pounding, and her body was killing her. Still if she didn't move her body pain probably wasn't going to be the other thing killing her. She looked at her watch only to realize that when they were in this realm her watch never worked. It was just like her dreams except that Mikey was here as well. She couldn't get over that fact, expecting to wake up and find herself in her own bed at home.
She sighed heavily as she shook her head. Looking up she could see the security door within reach. She tilted her head for a moment to the sound of faint pitter patter on the floor. She stopped moving and just stood their. The grown ever more evident, and she mentally calculated the distance. One thing she had taught her students in the dojo was how to fight without being able to see. Your hearing was just as good as your site if you wanted it to be. She waited, and just at the right moment, pivoted on her left foot out of the path of the dog's lung. She reached around as the dog flew past her, and grabbed it's tail. Continuing her move she literally flung the dog over the railing without any effort.
She sighed with relief, and smiled a bit as she looked up at Mikey. "I'm starting to hate dogs," she said with a laugh.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 15, 2009 22:38:44 GMT -5
"And I'm starting to like martial arts..." Mikey said, looking over the railing. He would have loved to learn how to do what she just did. He'd have to have her teach him something or other later. God knew it would come in handy.
They continued their walk uninturupted, and finally came to the security room. Mikey checked the handle, and surprisingly it was open.
"Thats a first..." He muttered. Walking inside, leading with the gun, he looked around. It was as messed up as the rest of the mall, but different somehow. Blood caked every surface, but there was no kind of distortion. It looked the same as when he last saw it. Except for one thing.
Except for the small teddy bear with a card attached to it.
Mikey walked foreward, pooked at the front of the card, and squinted. Looking at Jack, he said "Who the hell's Jaqualine?"
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Post by Reaper on Jan 15, 2009 23:26:40 GMT -5
"Jaqualine," Jack whispered to herself as she looked at the bear. It had been so long . . . so very long since she had heard that name. Called it all threw the orphanage, but once her foster parents had picked her up they just called her Jack. It was short and easer. She sighed a bit as she closed her eyes remembering the orphanage. It wasn't a very nice place, and it was rather a harsh place for her. All the children and adults always picked on her and teased her. She never knew why, she was just something for them to sharpen their claws on. Once she was out of that place she never looked back.
She opened her eyes and looked at the bear. Slowly walking up to stand beside Mikey. She didn't pick it up or even touch the card. All she did was stare at it. Why here . . . what was it about this place that brought out her nightmares? Why was it so real? She was in a way hoping that she would wake up from this, but she knew that if she hadn't now than she never would. Closing her eyes, the orphanage flashing across the darkness. She sighed a bit. "I am," she spoke lightly as she looked down at the bear. "I'm Jaqualine," she spoke again though it sounded almost as if it was a doubt. Reaching down, almost fearful as to what this object would bring. She picked up the bear, and took the card in hand looking it over for something . . . but she just didn't know what she was looking for, or hoping for.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 29, 2009 2:53:47 GMT -5
On the paper was written a small note.
"Jaqualine, I am very sorry that I've not been around for you in your life. This is a small birthday present. Hopefully it, and the one's I'll leave you later, will help to make up for it. See you soon. Mom.
P.S. Trust the mirrors, and go to where you would be happiest."
Mikey, who had left Jack to the note, was looking around the room. In the normal world, the security officer had a gun in here somewhere. He didnt carry it normally, but kept it in his office. Homeland security, he called it. Mikey never knew where it was, but he had an idea. On the desk, he looked for a holster or something taped to the underside, and didnt find anything. Looking in the drawers, he found nothing of interest in four of them. On the fifth, the top one, he found something that couldbe called interesting. The drawer was locked.
"Ok...something to pry it open..." He thought to himself, and shrugged. Grabbing his pocket knife, he flipped it open with practiced skill and stuck it into the crease of the drawer and the desk. Pulling up on it, he tried to pry the drawer open, but nothing heappened. He repositioned the knife and tried to push down. Again, nothing. Holding the handle with both hands, he hopped up and used his whole 290 pounds as leverage. The blade snapped in two.
"Fu*k!" He said through grit teeth. Looking at the blade, which had only lost an inch or two, he flipped it closed and put it back in his pocket. Sitting on the desk and sighing, he slammed his hand on the top and made the small cups full of clutter jump, some falling over. Happening to look down, he looked at a pile of junk and saw a key among the junk. "Your fu*king kidding Harry..." He muttered, grabbing it and trying it in the lock. Half expecting it not to fit, he was genuinly surprised when it fit. Turning the key, he heard the click of the lock opening, and ripped open the drawer.
There, in the center with little other else, was a rather large handgun. Mikey recognized the model as a Glock, and knew exactly what it was when he saw the writing stamped in the side of the frame. "Jeez Harry. Expecting a bear to walk in this place?" He muttered, grabbing the Glock 20 from the drawer. He checked it and learned that it was loaded, with a round in the chamber and safety off. Along with it was one extra magazine, loaded, and a box with 50 rounds in it.
"Score!" He said, not containing his happiness very well. It was about the only thing he could be happy about right now. Walking back to Jack, he looked at her and asked "So, anything interesting?"
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Post by Reaper on Jan 30, 2009 6:29:04 GMT -5
Jack sighed a bit as she placed the card on the inside of her coat pocket. She picked up the bear, and smiled a bit. She couldn't remember the last time she had a stuffed animal, even if it was at all. She felt the bear a bit, squeezing it and running her hand over it. She rubbed the back of it up and down her cheek feeling how soft it was. She almost felt like a kid again with the bear in her hands. It reminded her of just how much she missed out in life without parents who truly cared for her. When Mikey spoke she nearly jumped, startled by his presence she turned around and smiled weakly. She held the bear tightly in her hands almost in fear that it would be ripped away.
"The note said trust the mirrors," she said lightly. Looking down at the bear as it made her wonder about her dreams. Of lately they had been getting worse, but she could never make heads or tails of them. She always wondered if she was going insane, but even now she wondered if she was locked away in a padded room. Her sanity completely gone and being doped up on drugs in attempt to bring her back to reality. Though the fact was she wouldn't know unless she actually woke up, but the thing was to her she was awake. It didn't make any since, at least when she went to bed at night she could tell she was sleeping even if the dreams seemed so real. Looking up at Mikey she smiled weakly. "Lets find a mirror, and hope it gets us back to the other world," she spoke lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 30, 2009 10:37:13 GMT -5
"Easy does it, buckaroo." Mikey said in response to Jack jumping when he talked to her. Something about the note had her worried, and he doubted it was the fact that they were supposed to trust the mirrors. Come to think about it, a mirror had been the way they got here. Maybe it was the way to get out. Hopefully...
"Well, a mirror is right here." He said, going over to a door that wasnt the exit, and had a large window in front of it. It was unlocked, and upon looking inside, saw it was empty. All except for a table, a chair, and the walls. When they stepped inside, they saw the large mirror that served as the two way glass of the interrogation room. In the mirror, they saw the small room reflected, but in its normal form. The sickening lime green paint on the walls was clear of any sign of blood, as was the table and chair.
"Now...thats unsettleing..." Mikey said, reaching out to touch the mirror. Again, he fell into darkness. And again, seconds later, he awoke sprawled out on the ground of the semi normal world.
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