A/N New update, Beth sets traps, Mike finds clues, and other shit happens.
Cutting your Loses
Mike runs after the thing that took Jessica, Rifle in hand, ready to shoot that thing down. When he reaches a mineshaft he finds her seemly dead on the floor of an elevator shaft. Scars mare her face and body, tearing up her jeans and shirt and staining them with blood.
He falls to his knees, and surprisingly Jess moves, The small tear at the side of her mouth widens as she rasps one word. "... help..." After that she lays still.
As Mike reaches for her, the elevator shifts, and before he can even touch her, falls to the dark mines below
He doesn't have much time to lament however as a noise above alerts him that he is not alone. He shifts his gaze upwards, and spots a humanoid silhouette peering over the ledge far above him. He takes the shot, but is unsure if he hits.
When the thought of that thing probably being alive, he's spurred to climb up and go after it.
When he reaches a tunnel further up there's another figure, this one appearing to be tightly bundled in a jacket.
He levels the gun at the figures back, and pulls the trigger. *click* He tries again *click* realizing the rifle is either jammed or out of bullets, he tosses it aside, not having enough time to fix it. Diving under the closing door, he goes after the figure, ending up arriving at an abandoned sanatorium.
I sit on the sofa, waiting, at some point the wolves leave me, but seeing how they are not backing it must be FG. I could honestly care less, seeing how my sister is gone, the door to her cell wide open, and the horrid chains hanging limply on the walls. I reset the traps around the facility, hoping to lure her back, as well as keep my mind occupied.
"You alright girl?" I look up at the man who has taught me everything he knows, and put up with my whims.
"No." I say with a shake of my head, and watch as FG grabs a bone from the chest and tosses it to the wolves, not caring which one got it. As he moves away, I get the slight sensation of being watched, so I go and join him.
FG is quick to send me off to reset the traps that have been recently sprung and to re-bait them with part from the morgue. I take the arm from the last body cut up, completely clearing out the drawer. and bring it to the work bench to remove any none fleshy bits, leaving my machete there for later. While leaving to find something else to do I find a brown totem. Rolling my eyes over the fact that the wolves brought some other random crap into the sanatorium.
I pick it up and turn it over, when my eyes finally land on the brown butterfly on the back my vision wavers and I can almost see Josh. I blanch at the two long, bony hands crashing his head in. I drop the totem and kick it so that it rolls away, hopefully never to be found again. running upstairs to escape the vision.
Mike watches from the small window set in the door. Unsure of what to make of the two heavily dressed strangers conversing, but due to the distance and barrier is unable to hear what is being said. Both leave after one tosses two wolves a bone.
He backtracks to the main hall and goes down a side passage just hoping that will lead him to the correct path.. He enters an underground area into what looks like what could've been a receptionists area. Off to the side was a safe that he managed to crack open revealing a stack of time cards. Mike also found a broken camera that looked fairly modern as well as a newspaper dating back to 1952.
Mike moves on finding other clues as to what may have happened here, with a survivors list from a mine collapsing. I noise alerts him to something down the hall, a sort of squeaking click. that sounds every few seconds. While following the sound he comes across a machete stabbed into a table with gore surrounding it. With it in hand he rotates it to find the initials B.W. carved into the blade near the handle, it most likely belongs to one of the freaks handing around the mountain.
The entire time he follows the noise he passes rooms filled with overturned bedframes, and carts doctors that once would have held doctors supplies. At one point in his quest to find the noise, he contemplates going back when he sees a silhouette of a wolf.
He presses on however and find a slip of paper that reads REPLY IMMEDIATELY: Reporters and other snoopers to be kept away at all costs! He flips it around hoping for more context of what they are trying to hide and finds a telegram addressed to a MR. J BRAGG* that reads the following
INCIDENT UPDATE*
12 SURVIVORS RECIEVED AT SANATORIUM*
SHOWING SIGNS OF MENTAL TRAUMA MAY NEED TO CONTAIN*
LOCAL PRESS HAVE SCENT OF BLOOD*
BECOMING A PROBLEM*
PLEASE ADVISE FUTHER*
He puts the paper back on the desk and continues with his investigation. finding a restraining chain worthy of finding a place in a medieval torture chamber.
When he finally comes to the sound, he gags at the tagged hand swinging back and forth. The palm is bloody with tracks trailing down the length of the forearm. Mike places the lantern down, and grabs the tag hanging from the wrist. The thing barely moves and before he knows it the wood moves to make room for a bear trap to clamp down on his ring finger and pinkie. His screams of anguish surely announced his presence to whoever those two people were and definitely bring them here.
He debates on what to do, He looks to his bloody machete and contemplates using it to open the trap, but thinks about how long it took him to get here when he didn't know the layout, and tries to think about how long two people who are familiar with the layout would need to reach this room. It's with this in mind that he swipes the machete through the fingers, severing them at the base knuckle.
He continues on, running from one wolf and befriending another. Around both necks were small dreamcatchers with a butterfly charm in the center and another hanging off. The center one black while the lose one is white.
A/N Happy Halloween and what not, For those of you who have read this I updated chapter two to include a totem as well as a clue. and I wished to update this before night.
