The underground garage was stuffed for the first few floors, with the only spaces available down below under the hotel, various cars parked noses to the wall under the dim white lights as the little sedan coasted along the aisles in search for a slot to slide in. The driver sighed, tapping impatiently at the wheel as she looked about, soon after finding herself a spot and whipping in sharply. Putting it in park and turning the key back to pull it out, she relaxed rubbing at her eyes.
"Too much damn traffic," she muttered, opening the door and easing herself out of the low riding vehicle with a soft grunt. Even of average height, getting in and out of something so low was a pain that she could feel in her knees after a several hour drive like she had just completed. "Every damn summer, always construction wherever I publicly game," she closed the door, pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes and putting it to her lips, lighting up and inhaling, letting the smoke linger.
She closed her grey eyes, murky in this dim light as she listened to the sound of the garage as she moved to the trunk and pulled out her key to get the trunk open. Holding her cigarette between the corners of her mouth, she pulled her messenger bag over her shoulder, then the backpack full of her clothes for the weekend and closed the trunk with a secure slam that echoed in the suffocating ether. The smell of heated oil and other fluids mingled with the taint of fumes and gas as she moved to her passenger side door and unlocked it, pulling out a miniature backpack and putting that on as well.
Pushing strands of her tawny hair from her face, she huffed at the sudden heat of the added weight being held and pushing her body further. Door locked, she closed it and went to do the same to the driver's side door, smoking as she made her way to the elevator. The convention was almost like coming home, a place that always had a detatched comfort to them as it was a rather adult place to goof off and be a gamer.
"Check in, get my stuff to the room, and find a game…these dice are feeling lucky tonight!" she grinned as she got to the elevator, finishing her cigarette before tossing it in the ashtray trash can nearby and pressing the button. A few moments later a single 'ding' rang out and the doors clattered open which she walked into quickly and turned on a heel to press the button for the lobby that was a couple floors up.
Partway up the short ride there was a sharp shudder of the elevator that had her pitching sideways, eyes panicked as she went to reach for the emergency stop but another shudder and she was on the floor. "Gah, damn, son of a bitch," she grunted as the steel box shook and rattled before she felt a drop. Scrambling up to grab the thin safety bar she pulled herself up, frowning after a moment as the elevator didn't seem to have a bottom to slam into.
Of course, the sudden flickering of the lights didn't help her vision as it started clouding over as a figure in black blinked in and out of the tiny lift, the silhouette of a tall man, long elegant blade and long silver hair, green eyes that glowed like fireflies in the dark that moved to almost cat slits as the chiseled face yielded a cold smirk. "It'll never be over…"
"Fuck off," she whispered in shock, blinking wildly as the flashing started slowing and the shadow disappeared from the doorway. The elevator didn't show any sign of slowing it's descent or getting any closer to stopping so she could get off, and she dare not try to move to hit another button. A sharp tone had started chiming at high frequency through her head, muffling out other sounds around her as the pain the tone brought almost had her collapsing to her knees. Kyrie's hands coming up to her ears to try blocking It out in an attempt to protect herself out of habit, but she knew too well that it was inside her head and not from an outside source. Gritting her teeth as the frequency of the tone was solitarily tearing through her brain to white out all thought.
"The reunion shall be complete...all shall pay..."
The disembodied voice that was stuttered and tight, echoing possibly feminine despite the neutrality of its gender in the voice. So familiar, consuming to the point that there was no autonomy when it was turned against someone. Unlike Hypnosis, this was actual stripping of free will.
"No...no, you get the fuck out you psycho bitch!" Kyrie muttered, ending in a scream as her eyes closed tight, doubled over and pulled to the side of her messenger bag as she pushed back in her mind as hard as she could from the white out submission of the painful tone gaining strength in her ear.
"That is no way to speak to your Mother."
Kyrie couldn't tell who said it, whether it was him, or It, or both.
"You-She-Whatever the hell, are not my mother!" She could only shout back, even though it was apparent that whatever was going on she was getting taken for a ride. It was desperate, voice cracking as if ready to cry, but terror sometimes can keep such weakness in check.
His voice came back as a discordant echo, "Little sister would do well to mind her manners."
"I am not your sister, you brain broken psychopath, and quite frankly you can both go to hell!" She snapped, shouting with enough force into the ether of the small box that she could feel her vocal cords strain. Pushing herself up to her knees with her hands, she started to push her mind back against the tag team of mental verbal attacks as the abuse just kicked in suddenly after so much time without it was suddenly a focus she could push back against. The sudden headache and whiting out of her thoughts as she attempted to fight back was nauseating, near blinding as she groped along the wall of the control panel. Feeling around for the buttons, she made out the emergency button and pressed it with a slam, though the elevator shuddered without stopping. She hit it again, again, each with a shudder but it wouldn't stop, fear rising back up into her throat like bile as she tried in vain to stop the elevator.
"I will see you soon, little sister."
Kyrie shook her head defiantly as the tone increased, hitting the button in a panic as the elevator seemed to drop at a more increased rate, barely able to keep her concentration in the same spot as she kept hitting to the side or other buttons while the long wailing pitch reached closer to it's crescendo. Physically shuddering, she twisted to put her back to the corner under the buttons, her knees to her chest and her hands vainly over her ears. Her grasp of consciousness slipping from her like sand in an hourglass when the tone finally stopped short. Residual ringing filled her ears, though it was greatly decreased in it's intensity as she realized that while that was over, she was still falling in her little metal box. She gave a weak snort of a laugh, with it lightly bouncing back at her as she laid her head back against the corner with a sigh.
'It's over…psh, yeah, for now…should have known the bitch would be back…' she mused with a self depreciating smirk as if she should have seen this coming. 'Though wasn't the garage only two floors down?'
While a priority concern, she couldn't find herself able to focus on it. Twelve hours on her feet at the shop and then a tedious drive that more than doubled travel time up to four hours wouldn't normally be an issue for a seasoned gamer in their mid twenties, however a mental assault like that was not something anyone could simply plow through and keep going. 'Close my eyes while this metal basket shoots down to hell, why not?' she thought to herself with a sigh, eyes slipping shut, 'I'll be moving when it stops.'