A swinging grandfather clock in the corridor alongside the stairs. It read 3:03 but it has said that since they arrived. Sitting on the bottom of the staircase, Logan sighed to himself. He froze, his ear twitching at a sound. Turning his head to look up the stairs, behind him snow was still falling outside as seen through the window panels on the sides of the large wooden door frame. He began to climb the stairs the noise growing. When he reached the final stair, a bird flew out of the room opposite the hallway in front of him. It twirled in the air and crashed to the ground landing between his feet. He knelt down to see that it was a crow, a big beautiful crow. Placing his hands around it he scooped it up with in his hands. The black feathers beneath his finger tips began to shrink in size and loose their color being replaced with a winter white. The beak minimized. The crow had transformed into a dove. it rose from his hands flapping in the air just beyond his face. It fluttered its wings once, twice, and then the feathers fell off of its body at a rapid pace. Its face melted away and Logan watched unable to move as the creature disintegrated.
James was the first one at Lucys side, blood pouring from her nose and her eyes dripping with red tears. Backed in a corner, wrapped in his hoodie and silent, Kendall held his knees to his chest. Katie was staring back and forth between the boy on the furniture who was staring out the window at the same spot poor Lucy couldnt look away from. Jo sitting on the couch with her legs folded beneath her staring at Mason. Camille standing in the kitchen alone sipping a cup of coffee she herself wondered where it came from. "Youre in my house." She dropped the cup the glass shattering green and white chips flying every which way. She gasped at what she saw. Running to the door that lead into the living room she found it to be locked. She cried out just as the man grabbed her by her long black curls, slinging her down on the ground.
Logan continued down the corridor, he felt a certain beat filter through the air and into his bones. Picking up his pace the doctor crept down a spiral staircase around a pole made entirely of gold. He saw orbs of flashing light dance in the darkness below him. He kept going sure he needed to get somewhere. A voice in his head reminding him of his intense need to know. He lightly gripped the handles down the wall. the metal cool beneath his touch. He entered a large blacked out room a luring voice singing its song throughout the abyss of floating lights. It led him to the door. he placed a palm against its frame and it gave way with an ease.
"Ah!" Camille screamed as the man held a blade to her throat. Logan lunged. He tackled the man and took the three of them down. With his left hand he grabbed the mans throat, with his right hand he picked up a shard of the glass and sunk it into his left eye. He slung the pale boy off of him and Logan landed against the wall. Camille crawled over the floor towards the door Logan had come through. The man was screaming holding his hand to his eye. blood seeping through his finger tips and draining down his face. The doctor had been knocked unconscious and Camille locked herself in that room with the little lights. He clenched the long sleeve black t-shirt at Logan's collar in his fist. He lifted him like a rag doll and carried him to another door near the other one, opening it to reveal a downward flight of steps into the basement. he threw The boy like a passenger from a plane.
Lucy woke up slowly the lights from outside shining in through the blinds. she smiled turning over to see a calm face, eyes closed, patient breath. A violet ray cascaded through the boudoir, illuminated by a series of black-lights. "Psst." A scrunch in the other girls half covered face. "Sea... sweetie?" She cooed. she opened her eyes. "Good morning." Sea stretched her arms high above her head and slipped off of the mattress standing up to reveal her panties and a baggy t-shirt.
"Where are we?" She turned her olive oil face to look at Mason who rested next to her up against the wall nothing but darkness around them and the room of her memory in front of her. She saw the girl resting on the bed next to her and smiled. "I have an assignment." He whispered. "you need to fix something..." Her face changed into a confused look. "I can change my past?" He nodded. "To correct your future." He assured. "What are you?" Her question vague but honest he looked back at them memory. "Here she comes." the girl walked towards the door in which Lucy and Mason stood. Shivering the punk rock star feared facing her. but she dissipated the moment she stepped through the frame. The memory room faded and Lucy turned to see another one open up.
The girl was in the bathroom getting ready, hair first. with a tie in one hand and a bundle of locks in the other. Lucy turned to see that Mason had vanished. She stepped forward and the darkness around her was then illuminated by the rest of the corridor. she saw her old apartment building in New York and all of her art work everywhere. Her lover was a dancer. She spent her mornings at the ballet rehearsing all the time and Lucy was absolutely in love with her. Originally Lucy had rolled over and gone back to sleep... When Sea left that morning... she never came back.
"Why do you have to go why cant you spend the morning with me." Lucy couldn't tell her, it wouldn't make sense. The girl turned her soft face and pulled the last of her hair through the tie. "You know i have never missed a day." She ginned from ear to ear. Lucy sighed resting her back against the frame. Their eyes met and Seas grin became a half smirk. "Whats wrong Lu?" Those co-coa brown eyes looked away. Sea rested a hand on her face. The bottle blonde returned to their boudoir and filtered through her clothes slipping into her leggings and swapping the t-shirt for something a little more fitting. Then grabbing a thin jacket she headed towards the front door. "I love you Lu..." She turned before she left. Shaking rather vehemently she wrapped her arms around her lovers abdomen and pecked her lips. "I love you..." and all of it faded away.
His bike came to a jerking halt. Carlos looked back to see the shards of ice sticking out of his wheel. A trail of ice leading back the way he came. His whole bike began freezing over. Stepping off he watched as his only personal possession was absorbed by cold and shine. The latino stared at the forest around him. Much thicker than he last recalled. Everything was different. He noticed a street lamp that he was sure no one alive had seen before. The bulb flickering like a 1980s horror movie. The whistle of the wind through the trees. Shirtless he trudged back hoping to run into someone.
After about an hour and with a blue face he came to the driveway leading to the house in which all of his friends were trapped. Though he had no clue. He walked through the yard and mere moments before reaching the door he buckled and crashed to the ground and slept. Kendall happened to catch a glimpse of the event through the blinds of the living room. He, saying nothing left the room and entered the main corridor. He opened the front door and trudged out into the falling flakes of white his shoes sinking into the powder. He came to the boy and at last recognized who it was. He slipped his arms beneath the Caramel boys and lifted him up pulling him to the porch. They slipped through the door and the blonde swung his friend up to cradle him against his chest. He then carried the boy up the stairs and into one of the boudoirs. He lie the boy down within the sheets and pulled the blankets up and over him. Those chocolate spheres opened faintly and saw Kendall. He smiled at his cold friend and began to leave. "Wait." Carlos whispered. "Im tired of being alone." Kendall paused at the older boys statement. He couldn't agree with anything more in his entire life.