The room around her was set back a couple dates. Dust lined every piece of furniture and dolls of all collections were just… staring at her. Lucy, surrounded by the worst chapter in her life, stood to her feet and walked over to the window looking out to see the layers of snow sheeting the ground. She also saw the wood. Deep in the wood she remembered: Nana. With a quick shift she grabbed a coat handing on the rack. It was Katie's coat, and it fit her. Looking over at the tall mirror on the wall she saw her own twelve year old face staring back at her. "Please help me." The reflection begged. "I'm trying sweetie." She placed her palm against the smooth surface. As she stepped out into the yard behind her Camille climbed out of one of the rooms rubbing her eyes and resting against the wall. She looked up seeing nothing but darkness.
A loud crash pulling her from her thoughts she looked back to see a shimmer of light reflecting off of a blade. She gasped as she bolted for the front door. When her hand felt the nob it was completely frozen. She twisted hard and it shatters. A cry escaped her lips as she held her bloody hand to her face. The man stood behind her and came closer. as he clenched the back of her blouse she shrieked. A hard thud and then a heavy crashing sound. She lifted her face to see Mason smiling down at her with an outstretched hand. She looked over surprised to whiteness the man lying on the ground.
Taking his hand she stood to her feet dusting herself off. "Are you okay?" Mason asked his face sodden. She nodded. "Who is that?" The two of them looked down at him. "A spirit that refused to move on long ago." He led her upstairs and into the room in which Kendall and Carlos lie asleep on the cot. In the floor with his back against the wall and katie to his side, James rested with katies head in the crook of his neck. "What happened to them?" She whispered. "They're not here..." stepping over a slumped bag on the floor he place a hand against the caramel chest. when he removed his palm in its place was an illuminated print shining through the darkness in the room. "I need you to come with me Camille..." He spoke not removing his eyes from the light. He flicked his wrist above it and a haze appeared in front of his face. Camille approached him and when she touched him she was transported into a place she had yet to see.
"Wait!" She screamed "I never wanted it to be this way..." Her voice drawing in to a sad cry. Her lover parting from her across stage and behind the curtain. She looked down and her hair drooped to her sides. The audience applauded. Jo smiled when she didn't see the monster that was herself. When the lights went down and the curtain closed Freddy trotted over with a goofy smile on his face. "that was amazing!" He cried with his arms open. She pulled him into an intense hug and they squealed. "Benson!" A voice from behind a few curtains female, possibly lesbian. "Freddy!" Another girl soprano voice and from around the corner they appeared. Sam and Carly walked over to him trying to keep their cool in the presence of such a celebrity. Sam with her curly hay colored hair, hazel eyes and faded bored complexion and Carly with her straight hair tucked behind a pink headband with cocoa brown eyes and a tiny nose. "Hi..." Jo smiled at them. "Fredson... You work for Jo Taylor?" Sam bit, sipping her green tea frape whilst Carly kept her hand in her pockets stifling her breath.
A light from above busted across the floor. The audience by now had vacated the premises. Most of the tech guys were further back stage and when Jo looked up there she was staring back at herself from up in the rafters. Blood seeping down from her lips and onto Jos face she looked back at the three teenagers in front of her. "Oh my..." Sam dropped her drink and it busted open green and red fusing together on the ground in front of them, a pole had swung down and sunk into her chest. She fell to her knees and her eyes filled with the liquid in her veins that had no where else to go. Carly screamed and took off running down the stage. Freddy lunged pulling Jo away at the last moment just before another light banged against the tile a spark shimmering up through the air and the electricity sizzling above for just a second and disappearing. They took off following Carly through the maze of curtains. Jo slung herself into a room and falling to her knees looked up to see she had just exited the bathroom in that large house. The house was silent. Cold in her bones she shifted to look down the corridor. A single light shining at the end. It illuminated a pathway into the kitchen. Sighing and prepping for her next bit of chaos she climbed to her feet and wiped her face. She ripped the sleeves off of her white button up shirt. She tied the ends together and wrapped it around her head like a bandana. Glass shards in her leg she pulled them out one by one gritting her teeth. Then she continued on her path through the darkness.
A hand against the wall she slid it across like a child in the grocery store. the pictures on the wall faded and dusty, the lamps all out except that one at the very end. She traced small circles on the paint with her nails out of fear. Then turning to look in the kitchen and seeing nothing but broken green and white glass on the ground she sighed and grinned not out of happiness but out of a moment of relief that quickly vanished when she saw the trail of droplets leading to the door to the cellar.
Logan awoke to the taste of metal in his mouth. He could not bite for his jaws were wired apart. Chapped lips and tongue completely dry he sat up to see that the man was gone. He stood to his feet seeing a big clock on his tool stand that read; 2:43. A red '3' Right behind it in blood oozing down the wall. He got up quickly,balancing the heavy contraption on his head. The tools before him on the counter were not that effective: A scalpel, a razor, a pair of scissors and a pen. The pen looked eerily familiar as it was a little broken. He shook rather harshly, his hand hovering above the select items he laced his fingers in with the holes of the pair. He held it to his chest and let tears fall from his eyes. He never wanted to hurt anyone. He could hear his breathing, the ticking from the back of his head, and nothing more. He turned to look at the array of bodies behind him and with one step after the other made his way onto the chest board. Circling once, twice, he stopped looking directly at a body he knew... a body he knew all too well. He had seen it... when he changed in his looking glass... when he showered. He looked upon his own mass with disgust the head missing. He ran his hands along his own chest and looked back to see he was surrounded by nothing but bodies now. It was as though the cooler expanded for eternity. A small trail of piano tunes filling his head. He separated the scissors and held them in his hand at a precise angel above the chest between the two ends of the collar bone. He sunk it into the chest and cried out feeling a searing pain in his brain. He sank lower and pulled the blade down until he reach the belly button. he dug his fingers into the chest and separated it. The insides fell out onto the floor and he sank to his knees. Digging through the massive pile of his own innards he felt consumed by the confusion and lifted the meat to his lips pressing it there and holding it for just a moment breathing in its fumes. He saw the stomach to the side. The busted glass tile below him once white and clear now transparent and able to compose old school camera photos.
He picked up his stomach holding it in his lap and taking the razor running a line all the way down the liquid inside flooding out like a busted water dam. He did not see a key. He cried out looking up into the sky seeing those digital numbers above his head. 2:51. He groaned as he stood and began walking around the room. He looked at each and every body there. Something about all of them were so familiar. He found the body of a young girl. Like the others she had no head and viewing her in the cold meat room had Logan dry heaving because he had already had his stomach cleaned out.