Camille scurried through the darkness in search of a door completely missing the staircase Logan had came in through and entering into another room. In here she was take back to a place she had long forgotten. She slammed the door behind her and turned back to see her mother sick and in her bed. The beeping machines everywhere and the smell of dying tulips next to her. Her frail skin so soft to the touch. Veins visible and bones more than flesh. She rose up. "Camille? what are you doing here? Didn't you go with your father?" Camille walked over and knelt down in front of her she burried her face into her mothers dress and wept. When Camille and her father did return from their trip they found their mother had passed. Before leaving Camille remembers:
"Dont you want to go tell your mother goodbye?" He asked rubbing his scruffy facial hair. Logan had already left that morning for school. He was a sophomore that year and spent every moment he was at home making sure his mother never felt pain. He did not give her sedatives because she did not like how it made her feel emotionally. So he gave her cannibus. Camille looked back at her father as she opened the door and waited for him. Her father nodded and followed her.
In her room Joanna Mitchell allowed a single tear to drift from her ducts and she looked over at the tulips next to her bed so bright and alive, one of the bundle of six sunk down into a droop and hint of brown coated its outer layer. She hears the door shut and after a few moments the starting of the car. The sounds in the room being the only thing that kept her company, from the beeping of her machines to the whirring fan blowing cool breezes against her face. The sound of her own mind.
"Mom..." Camille looked up at her. "Im so sorry..." Her eyes were black from her make-up. Joanna looked down at her child and scooted herself over just a little. The girl rose to her feet and crawled in next to her mother. Her bouncy curls were used as a head rest for her gentle mother. They held each other and drifted into a sleep as Camille held her hand their fingers interlaced. The last of the Tulips crumbling and fading away. The beeps became further and further apart and turning on her other shoulder she faced the woman who brought her into this world and pressed her lips to her forehead. "I love you mamma." She whispered. she felt a breath escape the gentle lips against her hands. The last long beep rang out and the room faded away. She was alone in the darkness again.
Rust, metal clanking bars, and hooks, filled Logan's vision as he woke up. He felt a bug crawl across his face and smacked it with his right hand. He turned over on his side and a series of fluids poured from his lips. He gasped for air sitting up and resting his back against the wall a small amount of light illuminating his face from a crack in a door somewhere he couldn't see through all of the clutter. Paint cans and tools reigning from bolts to hedge trimmers he felt cold water trickling down from the ceiling and oozing down his back.
He heard scraping and his attention drew to where it came from. In the darkness he saw the outline of his abductor. "Why are you in my house?" He pulled a string to reveal himself and his huge collection of flesh. Hanging from the ceiling multiple bodies on those hooks and no heads. This alone had Logan regurgitating more vomit. The man scraped against his sharp blades. Staring at Logan in all of the boys shame. He then turned his attention to one of the more thicker bodies and gliding the tip of the blade across the woman's chest he sunk in just above her rib cage and sliced all the way across her collar bone. He sunk his nails into the whole he made and with little to no effort at all separated her entire chest from the rest of her body the tendants and liquid holding the organs flowing onto the floor. Logan cried out looking away. "Come on now... i saw your bag." He laughed moving over to swap out his tools for a cooler and grabbing some gloves. "You're smart huh? The biology books... would you like to know about the human body... cats aint shit."
Lucy was awake now and she sat on the love seat alone with her feet spread out. drinking a bottle of water Logan had been keeping in his bag she stared out the window at all of the snow. Mason had gotten up from the couch and stood at the front door peeping through the panels as if he was waiting on someone. "Whats happening to me?" Lucy asked. "Why are you doing this?" He looked over at her. His sad sunk in eyes locked on her. "To protect you from him." He began shaking. His lips quivered and he stared at the floor taking in staggered deep breaths. "he wants to consume your soul... i long to heal it." Jo stared at him from across the hall. James was sitting on the couch with Katie at his side. They were silent. Not much to say.
Mason turned around and began ascending the stairs. He approached the door that encased Kendall and Carlos. Using the palms of his hands he pressed against the wood of the door not to open it. astoundingly the wood sprouted leaves and vines snaked out around it. Eventually the whole door took on the identity of Jumangi. "Wish me luck..." He looked back at his new friends as he climbed through the vines and pushed branches out of the way. He stepped down onto a platform. Looking down to his left seeing the endless array of trees and the forest floor below it was warm and dry here. Carlos was asleep on a cot and kendall stood at a stove the smell of bacon filling the nostrils. Kendall turned to look at Mason in confusion. He didn't understand what he was doing.
"Am i asleep?" Kendall spoke gently as not to wake up his friend. "Something like that." Mason assured moving across the floor to look out the vast window revealing acres and acres of land untouched by man. "The two of you have manifested an experience. Considering both of your personas you've created a realm in which you can both exist in peace. However these places are built with the very material of your worst nightmares." Kendall was beginning to understand. "We are not safe... our minds just make us think we are." Mason looked back at him with a face that confirmed his theory. "Its not a matter of waking up... its a matter of finding the issue here... and solving it."