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Elliot Spencer opened his eyes to the cool, moonlit Atlantic; the shore.
Not to the pale halls of the Labyrinth.
He hadn't felt fear in such a very long time; he'd forgotten how unsettling it was, and confusing.
And confused he was. The box had failed him, but why? And what had happened to him back at the mansion? The deluge of sensation had nearly driven him insane. It was weak, it was human.
Elliot looked down at the box in his hands.
His hands...they weren't white, but a healthy pink hue.
"No," He said aloud, only causing another blow to his diminishing sanity; his voice was different.
He rose a trembling hand to his face, expecting to feel the prick of pins.
"Gone," Elliot rasped, startled again by the lilting, smooth voice that couldn't be his own. His fingers moved over his face and into a mess of hair, even more than he'd had in life.
Elliot suddenly wanted to cry.
At long last, Leviathan had demonstrated his power and sentenced him to a strange and horrid fate.