Characters:
The Game-Master
Celestina-Mae Hallows [Celeste] - @PippieKit
Penny-Jane Stargaze [PJ] - @GlowingLights
Erin Malowira - @AnxiousExtrovert
Shui-Wylloe Que - @Starshii
Maxwell McRupurt - @Rounse
Darcus Vendei [Darci] - @Bori
Robyn Winchester - @HelloColdWorld
Franklin Quint - @PepperPancake
Asuka Takahashi - @Spirits
Alex H. Silver - @PrqyForTheWicked
Raes Forte Monroe - @softvibes
Zed Viere Lacroix - @Aclyxical
So I'm finally going to start posting The Game! I hope you enjoy the prologue. I'll try to post Chapter 1 soon!
So here's chapter one, I hope the people who signed up like how I portrayed their characters. All of the characters were fun to write into the story.
Alright, so here's, sort of, Chapter 2. A lot of these early chapters from now on will only have a few characters so I started off with these ones. I'm hoping to get Chapter 3 out by the end of next week but I might not be able to, depending on if I can find the time or not and what I have to do next week. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this!
The Game-Master
Celestina-Mae Hallows [Celeste] - @PippieKit
Penny-Jane Stargaze [PJ] - @GlowingLights
Erin Malowira - @AnxiousExtrovert
Shui-Wylloe Que - @Starshii
Maxwell McRupurt - @Rounse
Darcus Vendei [Darci] - @Bori
Robyn Winchester - @HelloColdWorld
Franklin Quint - @PepperPancake
Asuka Takahashi - @Spirits
Alex H. Silver - @PrqyForTheWicked
Raes Forte Monroe - @softvibes
Zed Viere Lacroix - @Aclyxical
So I'm finally going to start posting The Game! I hope you enjoy the prologue. I'll try to post Chapter 1 soon!
'A circle of people, their backs all face the centre of the clearing and not one of them can see another'
There were many who hoped that they would live to wonder what this line meant.
Very few survived to share this line.
Of these few, it's known that none of them remember anything more than that line.
When people go missing in groups of twelve, rarely are any of them found.
The best hope for you if you were apart of one of these mass disappearances would be remembering that line and living to recite it to others.
But it's just some myth. The groups of a dozen were probably coincidences. Someone or other probably came back after one night... Right?
There were many who hoped that they would live to wonder what this line meant.
Very few survived to share this line.
Of these few, it's known that none of them remember anything more than that line.
When people go missing in groups of twelve, rarely are any of them found.
The best hope for you if you were apart of one of these mass disappearances would be remembering that line and living to recite it to others.
But it's just some myth. The groups of a dozen were probably coincidences. Someone or other probably came back after one night... Right?
So here's chapter one, I hope the people who signed up like how I portrayed their characters. All of the characters were fun to write into the story.
A group were talking as they made their way through the woods. One of them, with brown hair, wore opaque green glasses. They were perched up in a tree with a laptop on their lap. They were likely working on testing some of the software they had been working on to help them hack tech.
A girl, who wore her long cyan hair in two messy plaits, was re-lacing up her black knee-high boots; she tied a double bow on her right boot before pulling up her thigh-high black sock, being careful with her long-sleeved black dress reaching just above her knees all-the-while. The girl switched to her left boot and repeated what she did with the right one.
“Celeste! Hurry up!” called a girl with bright blue eyes and cinnamon-brown hair that had red highlights. She was a werewolf, her ears and tail being brown, and was directing her comment at the girl with plaited cyan hair. The cyan-haired girl, nick-named Celeste looked up, showing clearly her pale skin that shone in the moonlight. Celeste’s dark attire contrasted entirely with her skin tone.
“I’m nearly done PJ.” Celeste replied, there was a slight irritation in her words.“
The leaves rustling made a loud sequence of noise.
The trees moving nearly pushed the person with opaque green glasses out of the tree they sat in. They were okay, though their laptop wasn’t as fortunate.
The laptop fell out of the tree, PJ moved to catch it. In the process of this she tripped over one of Celeste’s legs but caught the laptop.
“Are you okay Celeste?” PJ asked.
Celeste nodded then looked up at their friend in the tree, “How about you Maxwell?”
“I-I’m fi-” Maxwell’s short reply was interrupted by another rumble.
This time Maxwell was thrown out of the tree. They landed harshly on their back… Or so they thought because the ground disappeared beneath them and their two friends, PJ and Celeste.
The trio fell into a void.
* * *
Shui-Wylloe Que wandered the forest occasionally blowing up their long bangs as they absent-mindedly dodged the trees. Their hair was a short, curly, layered, silver bob and a light blue streak ran through it. Their hetero-chromatic eyes had the colours Violet and White/Grey.
The childishly-dressed Shui felt a rumble under their feet.
The oversized-light-yellow-top they wore underneath short overalls moved with them. They lent down to pull up their knee-high white socks when the movement of the ground sent them lurching forward.
The air could have been knocked out of them but the ground was replaced with an empty void that swallowed Shui.
* * *
Zed sat against a large oak tree in a beautiful clearing, staring at a yellowed and slightly torn ticket to, what his Aunt Marie called, ‘A better life’. He was catching his breath as, after he got off of the train, he had continued to run and run so that he would be far from his family’s fury.
Zed heard voices heading in his direction, but he was still cramping up from all that running:
“Erin! The spot I found is over this way!” a cheerful, feminine voice called out. A girl, running ahead of her friend, pushed through bushes into the clearing where Zed sat.
The girl had slightly wavy black hair that went down to her chin; she also had bangs at eyebrow length. Her round, dark brown eyes were almost black and she had a shaved line in one of her eyebrows.
An out of breath girl with long brown hair and electric blue eyes followed closely behind, pushing through the bushes. She wore a purple hairband, a purple t-shirt along with jeans and black boots. Presumably this girl was called Erin, “Raes! You should be more patient and wait for me!”
“Sorry!” Raes giggled, stepping back slightly and managing to put her foot on a round log, causing her to fall forward, she barely managed to push her hands out to break her fall.
“Are you alright?” Zed asked Raes, his French accent very obvious as he stood and made his way towards Raes.
A monotone voice spoke from up in a tree, “Why’s there so much noise?” A look upwards revealed that the monotone, mumbling culprit was female.
Looking around Zed also spotted a slim girl whose hair was chestnut brown and went just below her shoulders. She had dark green eyes and was wearing all black along with a mask that covered her face from the nose down. She was hiding in the shadows, “How many people are hiding around here?” Zed questioned, gesturing to the brunette as he spoke.
Just then, the ground shook. The monotone girl up in the tree was barely grasping onto the branch of the tree she sat in, the masked brunette was thrown towards the group while Erin and Zed fell to the ground with Raes.
A void opened up; Erin, Raes, Zed and the masked brunette fell into the sinkhole-like void before the monotone girl with inky black hair fell out of the tree and followed them into the void.
* * *
Robyn sat beside a beautiful stream, a sketchbook - which had many stray pieces of paper shoved into it messily - was on her lap, her camera was around her neck and she had a cup of coffee set on the grass next to her. A boy came jogging towards the stream before noticing Robyn who was sat alone. The boy, who seemed to be in his late teens, came over to Robyn and sat next to her, “Hi! My name’s Franklin, Franklin Quint! What’s your name?”
“Robyn Winchester, since we’re giving our full names” Robyn replied, feeling like she was sinking into the ground.
That feeling was right as the duo could now see that they were, in fact, sinking into the ground.
Franklin began to panic, frantically trying to escape “What’s going on!” he yelled. Robyn was trying to get out too, but was definitely being more careful about it than Franklin.
They were both swallowed by the ground.
* * *
“We have a few people who were involved in this before re-entering this iteration of the game boy.” They said
“I’m guessing you want me to infiltrate this time, make sure everything works out?” the aforementioned boy asked.
“Correct.”
The boy was swallowed by the earth…
A girl, who wore her long cyan hair in two messy plaits, was re-lacing up her black knee-high boots; she tied a double bow on her right boot before pulling up her thigh-high black sock, being careful with her long-sleeved black dress reaching just above her knees all-the-while. The girl switched to her left boot and repeated what she did with the right one.
“Celeste! Hurry up!” called a girl with bright blue eyes and cinnamon-brown hair that had red highlights. She was a werewolf, her ears and tail being brown, and was directing her comment at the girl with plaited cyan hair. The cyan-haired girl, nick-named Celeste looked up, showing clearly her pale skin that shone in the moonlight. Celeste’s dark attire contrasted entirely with her skin tone.
“I’m nearly done PJ.” Celeste replied, there was a slight irritation in her words.“
The leaves rustling made a loud sequence of noise.
The trees moving nearly pushed the person with opaque green glasses out of the tree they sat in. They were okay, though their laptop wasn’t as fortunate.
The laptop fell out of the tree, PJ moved to catch it. In the process of this she tripped over one of Celeste’s legs but caught the laptop.
“Are you okay Celeste?” PJ asked.
Celeste nodded then looked up at their friend in the tree, “How about you Maxwell?”
“I-I’m fi-” Maxwell’s short reply was interrupted by another rumble.
This time Maxwell was thrown out of the tree. They landed harshly on their back… Or so they thought because the ground disappeared beneath them and their two friends, PJ and Celeste.
The trio fell into a void.
* * *
Shui-Wylloe Que wandered the forest occasionally blowing up their long bangs as they absent-mindedly dodged the trees. Their hair was a short, curly, layered, silver bob and a light blue streak ran through it. Their hetero-chromatic eyes had the colours Violet and White/Grey.
The childishly-dressed Shui felt a rumble under their feet.
The oversized-light-yellow-top they wore underneath short overalls moved with them. They lent down to pull up their knee-high white socks when the movement of the ground sent them lurching forward.
The air could have been knocked out of them but the ground was replaced with an empty void that swallowed Shui.
* * *
Zed sat against a large oak tree in a beautiful clearing, staring at a yellowed and slightly torn ticket to, what his Aunt Marie called, ‘A better life’. He was catching his breath as, after he got off of the train, he had continued to run and run so that he would be far from his family’s fury.
Zed heard voices heading in his direction, but he was still cramping up from all that running:
“Erin! The spot I found is over this way!” a cheerful, feminine voice called out. A girl, running ahead of her friend, pushed through bushes into the clearing where Zed sat.
The girl had slightly wavy black hair that went down to her chin; she also had bangs at eyebrow length. Her round, dark brown eyes were almost black and she had a shaved line in one of her eyebrows.
An out of breath girl with long brown hair and electric blue eyes followed closely behind, pushing through the bushes. She wore a purple hairband, a purple t-shirt along with jeans and black boots. Presumably this girl was called Erin, “Raes! You should be more patient and wait for me!”
“Sorry!” Raes giggled, stepping back slightly and managing to put her foot on a round log, causing her to fall forward, she barely managed to push her hands out to break her fall.
“Are you alright?” Zed asked Raes, his French accent very obvious as he stood and made his way towards Raes.
A monotone voice spoke from up in a tree, “Why’s there so much noise?” A look upwards revealed that the monotone, mumbling culprit was female.
Looking around Zed also spotted a slim girl whose hair was chestnut brown and went just below her shoulders. She had dark green eyes and was wearing all black along with a mask that covered her face from the nose down. She was hiding in the shadows, “How many people are hiding around here?” Zed questioned, gesturing to the brunette as he spoke.
Just then, the ground shook. The monotone girl up in the tree was barely grasping onto the branch of the tree she sat in, the masked brunette was thrown towards the group while Erin and Zed fell to the ground with Raes.
A void opened up; Erin, Raes, Zed and the masked brunette fell into the sinkhole-like void before the monotone girl with inky black hair fell out of the tree and followed them into the void.
* * *
Robyn sat beside a beautiful stream, a sketchbook - which had many stray pieces of paper shoved into it messily - was on her lap, her camera was around her neck and she had a cup of coffee set on the grass next to her. A boy came jogging towards the stream before noticing Robyn who was sat alone. The boy, who seemed to be in his late teens, came over to Robyn and sat next to her, “Hi! My name’s Franklin, Franklin Quint! What’s your name?”
“Robyn Winchester, since we’re giving our full names” Robyn replied, feeling like she was sinking into the ground.
That feeling was right as the duo could now see that they were, in fact, sinking into the ground.
Franklin began to panic, frantically trying to escape “What’s going on!” he yelled. Robyn was trying to get out too, but was definitely being more careful about it than Franklin.
They were both swallowed by the ground.
* * *
“We have a few people who were involved in this before re-entering this iteration of the game boy.” They said
“I’m guessing you want me to infiltrate this time, make sure everything works out?” the aforementioned boy asked.
“Correct.”
The boy was swallowed by the earth…
Alright, so here's, sort of, Chapter 2. A lot of these early chapters from now on will only have a few characters so I started off with these ones. I'm hoping to get Chapter 3 out by the end of next week but I might not be able to, depending on if I can find the time or not and what I have to do next week. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this!
‘A circle of people, their backs all face the centre of the clearing and not one of them can see another’ the young girl of around the age of fourteen is thinking to herself. She knows what’s happening “I stepped wrong again…” she mumbled to herself. The person closest to her in the formation - a teenaged boy a few years older than her of whom was intelligent however, also was someone of whom didn’t fare well under pressure and was generally a bit clumsy – had been petrified and blurting out nonsense for a while. He had heard what the fourteen year old had said and blurted loudly “What do you m-mean? ‘Y-you stepped wrong again!” he was more often stammering and pausing during words as he spoke rather than stuttering and as he had blurted that a few others who were panicky were exclaiming that they had heard nothing and the like. ‘Geeze’ the girl thought, ‘an argument breaks out about the tiniest things with this group I can see – or rather, hear.’ The ground had begun lowing in sections beneath everyone, the girl heard herself and another sighing simply as it happened but the girl’s own sigh was more despairing whereas the one she heard just seemed fed up or bored, there were many who screamed at the sudden descent – or rather screeched and shouted and tried to move their limbs to scramble up to the surface. Their efforts were futile; they were lowered down just the same only they exerted themselves more.
* * *
She had been lowered into a tiny keeping room. She knew that last time they were starved and deprived of water to make them weak and more susceptible to certain taunts. However, she could sense the way this worked. ‘It was never going to go one way more than once with the people so why not just change the strategy we take.’ The fourteen year old, of which by now hadn’t realised she only remembered her age and past experience here, knew that to be a line of thinking that belonged to whatever it was controlling this puzzle piece maze. There was a mirror on the wall. She took a look into it and that was when she realised that the girl staring back at her in the mirror was completely unrecognisable, yet she knew it had to be herself. It was a mirror, of course that was herself. Yes, the girl with messily braided cyan hair, that nearly surpassed the lower end of her lower back even when tied up. The girl with the scarred grey eye and the gleaming yet faded emerald eye and with the blue-black dress and boots. Even if she didn’t recognise them it was her. This petite girl that she saw was her but as she was trying to reassure herself it was her she heard a clumsy bash on the wall from the other side. ‘Oh right, the keeping rooms are right by one another,’ she was thinking to herself when she glanced back at the mirror. She realised the room was slanted at one wall going upwards, she decisively thought that each room was likely slanted somewhere and if you could beat the slant you’d get out, however the slant would be unbeatable. She tested this theory by carefully getting near the top of the wall. She noticed the wall get taller and the slope steeper as she fell down the then flat wall. It returned to its place after she had banged into the wall with the mirror. “I see, so the person next to me must be constantly trying and bashing into the-“ but before she could say “wall that’s shared with this room” the mirror crashed to the ground. The lights went out and the room slanted to make the girl crash into the mirror. It was cleverly moved to make sure her head took the brunt of the crash, which it did. The lights flickered on and she saw the same pale girl with her blue-black faded look only with blood coming from a new wound. She heard shouting, angry shouting - the words were blocked by the ringing in her ears - before a gaseous substance entered the room and she fell unconscious.
* * *
The sixteen year old intelligent boy was lowered into his keeping room. He screamed, or rather screeched, as he was lowered. The scream was stammered and panicked. It was clear he didn’t often scream and had other reactions to danger but this was such a new situation that he didn’t know how to react; he was so panicked he couldn’t even think carefully about how to panic. He got dropped into the keeping room after that, it seemed as the floor was slanted at a diagonal with the lower down wall holding a mirror. He slipped down the slanted floor and smashed into the wall with the mirror. He heard a shaking on the other side. He realised he had flailed his arms whilst going down which must mean he could move now but he panicked when he couldn’t even remember his name. He turned to the mirror seeing an unfamiliar boy who was about 5’5 it seemed. He had light green hair that covered one of his stormy grey eyes and noticeable acne. His build seemed athletic; he did feel a want to rush up the slope to get to the door shape that he could see so he tried it. He kept bashing into the wall again and again and again as he slipped down the ever re-steepening and re-positioning floor. Eventually he heard something that sounded like glass or a mirror shattering, but his mirror was intact. His mirror was intact! That meant that there was something on the other side of that wall that could shatter! THAT meant that he could try to get into there and see if anyone else was there! Only problem, how? This sent pressure to him so he thought. He calmed himself the only way his memory would tell him to. But then that memory scared him. He looked at his face and athletic body in the mirror again, battered now from all of that slipping up. Words echoed in his mind ‘Franklin Quint, you are Franklin Quint’ he was running up again after this revelation at this moment he heard a murmuring of “I see, so the person next to me must be constantly trying and bashing into the-“the voice cut off just as Franklin slammed into the wall again. He heard shattering and then a crash coming from the same area.
He felt the pressuring fear so tried running again. When he bashed into the wall this time a dent was made, showing a door. He tried again, and again; on the fourth try after the dent was made the door opened fully. He saw a girl with two messy, cyan braids – that made it clear that if her hair wasn’t tied up it was go much farther than her lower back – he saw a scar over her right eye and a bloodied wound on her head. She had crashed into the mirror. He noticed she had lace up blue-ish, green-ish, black boots and her long sleeved dress was the same colour, her thigh-high socks were slightly lighter though and her skin was ghostly pale in great contrast to the blood from the head wound she had received. He was panicky but he knew now was the time to be intelligent. He had not one, but two rooms to search through for medical supplies. He wouldn’t know much what to do with them, Franklin had never worked in medical care or anything, but he would know to clean the wound - with at least water - and then bandage it, presumably he’d wrap a bandage round her head…
* * *
Franklin searched high and low carefully scaling the steep wall but clumsily slipping along the way. He saw the buckets were both filled with water so he had one thing, water, which allowed him to calm down a little. He spied a hatch at the top of the wall and tried to clamber up carefully. This was a bit difficult if you consider how clumsy he can be and how much it’s worsened if he’s under pressure – nevertheless, he reached the hatch and pushed it open; his feet slipped and he grabbed a hold of the bottom of the box in the hole hidden behind the hatch. He saw convenient bandages, disinfectant, a safety pin and also instructions, of a sort. ‘Clean off the blood around the wound, carefully apply the disinfectant to the wound and wrap the bandage around the wound before clipping it in place with the safety pin.’ This medical kit was so out of place and much too convenient for the situation but Franklin’s mind was fuzzed, he could only think that the kid could die if he didn’t use this so he grabbed it and crashed to the ground as he had let go of the part of that hatch. The hatch was gone when he looked again.
Franklin Quint went back to the girl, thankful to see that her head wasn’t bleeding nearly as much as before, the small girl seemed as though she could actually be in her early teens when Franklin looked at her again. He picked up the bucket of water and practically dropped it down beside her. He kept attempting to calm himself and remove any pressurising feelings he had because if he felt he was under so much pressure he’d probably mess up. He finally felt he was calm enough to try and clean the wound so he wet some of the bandage to use as a cloth and began dabbing at the blood splotches that had spilled onto the girl’s forehead. The blood was nearly gone but he had to re-wet the cloth so he did as such, using another piece of cloth bandage of course.
* * *
She saw horrific scenes. Her parents, dead, before her; yet she could not see a single face in the images that flew across her mind. She barely got a glimpse of glowing red eyes that seemed to fit a certain boy’s stature. The fourteen year old felt she recognised the red eyes and she felt she recognised the voice of the man and women who screamed for her to leave, and be quick about it. The only voice she heard fully was the women’s, it screamed “CELESTINA, RUN! QUICK, BEFORE IT’S TOO-“and was cut off mid-sentence, presumably about to say “LATE” the girl thought. But hey, there’s another thought; the women said “CELESTINA, RUN” and I recognise the voice so plausibly, that is my name? ‘Celestina’ it seems a pretty name, they had taste I guess. Hmm, it’s not a definite but I think it might be…
She was jolted awake as water spilled down her face from a soaked cloth bandage that had not been wrung out properly. ‘Celestina~Mae Hallows. That is you and you better remember it!’ The thought bashed around her head right as suddenly jolted up, which scared the stormy-eyed boy before her. “Geeze, yo-you’re up and not even, you know, saying ‘ow’, you have a big cut on your-“ Franklin was about to say “Forehead” when Celestina simply said
“Is that what the water was about? But I don’t feel any pain there, so how do I have a cut?” This surprised Franklin as she cut into his sentence. Franklin pulled himself together,
“The mirror in here’s broken but the one… the one th-through the door isn’t.” Franklin inputted. Then he remembered to say “I’m Franklin Quint… by the way… a-and what’s… what’s your name?” he questioned.
“I-I’m…” Celestina began – practically inaudibly - before standing up and walking to the open door thing. She stood by the door and turned to face Franklin “I’m… Celestina Hallows…” she replied quietly, although Franklin could hear it this time. They headed into the other room where Celestina saw the wound there; not bleeding anymore but wiping away the rest of the blood and disinfecting the wound would be a good idea…
* * *
She had been lowered into a tiny keeping room. She knew that last time they were starved and deprived of water to make them weak and more susceptible to certain taunts. However, she could sense the way this worked. ‘It was never going to go one way more than once with the people so why not just change the strategy we take.’ The fourteen year old, of which by now hadn’t realised she only remembered her age and past experience here, knew that to be a line of thinking that belonged to whatever it was controlling this puzzle piece maze. There was a mirror on the wall. She took a look into it and that was when she realised that the girl staring back at her in the mirror was completely unrecognisable, yet she knew it had to be herself. It was a mirror, of course that was herself. Yes, the girl with messily braided cyan hair, that nearly surpassed the lower end of her lower back even when tied up. The girl with the scarred grey eye and the gleaming yet faded emerald eye and with the blue-black dress and boots. Even if she didn’t recognise them it was her. This petite girl that she saw was her but as she was trying to reassure herself it was her she heard a clumsy bash on the wall from the other side. ‘Oh right, the keeping rooms are right by one another,’ she was thinking to herself when she glanced back at the mirror. She realised the room was slanted at one wall going upwards, she decisively thought that each room was likely slanted somewhere and if you could beat the slant you’d get out, however the slant would be unbeatable. She tested this theory by carefully getting near the top of the wall. She noticed the wall get taller and the slope steeper as she fell down the then flat wall. It returned to its place after she had banged into the wall with the mirror. “I see, so the person next to me must be constantly trying and bashing into the-“ but before she could say “wall that’s shared with this room” the mirror crashed to the ground. The lights went out and the room slanted to make the girl crash into the mirror. It was cleverly moved to make sure her head took the brunt of the crash, which it did. The lights flickered on and she saw the same pale girl with her blue-black faded look only with blood coming from a new wound. She heard shouting, angry shouting - the words were blocked by the ringing in her ears - before a gaseous substance entered the room and she fell unconscious.
* * *
The sixteen year old intelligent boy was lowered into his keeping room. He screamed, or rather screeched, as he was lowered. The scream was stammered and panicked. It was clear he didn’t often scream and had other reactions to danger but this was such a new situation that he didn’t know how to react; he was so panicked he couldn’t even think carefully about how to panic. He got dropped into the keeping room after that, it seemed as the floor was slanted at a diagonal with the lower down wall holding a mirror. He slipped down the slanted floor and smashed into the wall with the mirror. He heard a shaking on the other side. He realised he had flailed his arms whilst going down which must mean he could move now but he panicked when he couldn’t even remember his name. He turned to the mirror seeing an unfamiliar boy who was about 5’5 it seemed. He had light green hair that covered one of his stormy grey eyes and noticeable acne. His build seemed athletic; he did feel a want to rush up the slope to get to the door shape that he could see so he tried it. He kept bashing into the wall again and again and again as he slipped down the ever re-steepening and re-positioning floor. Eventually he heard something that sounded like glass or a mirror shattering, but his mirror was intact. His mirror was intact! That meant that there was something on the other side of that wall that could shatter! THAT meant that he could try to get into there and see if anyone else was there! Only problem, how? This sent pressure to him so he thought. He calmed himself the only way his memory would tell him to. But then that memory scared him. He looked at his face and athletic body in the mirror again, battered now from all of that slipping up. Words echoed in his mind ‘Franklin Quint, you are Franklin Quint’ he was running up again after this revelation at this moment he heard a murmuring of “I see, so the person next to me must be constantly trying and bashing into the-“the voice cut off just as Franklin slammed into the wall again. He heard shattering and then a crash coming from the same area.
He felt the pressuring fear so tried running again. When he bashed into the wall this time a dent was made, showing a door. He tried again, and again; on the fourth try after the dent was made the door opened fully. He saw a girl with two messy, cyan braids – that made it clear that if her hair wasn’t tied up it was go much farther than her lower back – he saw a scar over her right eye and a bloodied wound on her head. She had crashed into the mirror. He noticed she had lace up blue-ish, green-ish, black boots and her long sleeved dress was the same colour, her thigh-high socks were slightly lighter though and her skin was ghostly pale in great contrast to the blood from the head wound she had received. He was panicky but he knew now was the time to be intelligent. He had not one, but two rooms to search through for medical supplies. He wouldn’t know much what to do with them, Franklin had never worked in medical care or anything, but he would know to clean the wound - with at least water - and then bandage it, presumably he’d wrap a bandage round her head…
* * *
Franklin searched high and low carefully scaling the steep wall but clumsily slipping along the way. He saw the buckets were both filled with water so he had one thing, water, which allowed him to calm down a little. He spied a hatch at the top of the wall and tried to clamber up carefully. This was a bit difficult if you consider how clumsy he can be and how much it’s worsened if he’s under pressure – nevertheless, he reached the hatch and pushed it open; his feet slipped and he grabbed a hold of the bottom of the box in the hole hidden behind the hatch. He saw convenient bandages, disinfectant, a safety pin and also instructions, of a sort. ‘Clean off the blood around the wound, carefully apply the disinfectant to the wound and wrap the bandage around the wound before clipping it in place with the safety pin.’ This medical kit was so out of place and much too convenient for the situation but Franklin’s mind was fuzzed, he could only think that the kid could die if he didn’t use this so he grabbed it and crashed to the ground as he had let go of the part of that hatch. The hatch was gone when he looked again.
Franklin Quint went back to the girl, thankful to see that her head wasn’t bleeding nearly as much as before, the small girl seemed as though she could actually be in her early teens when Franklin looked at her again. He picked up the bucket of water and practically dropped it down beside her. He kept attempting to calm himself and remove any pressurising feelings he had because if he felt he was under so much pressure he’d probably mess up. He finally felt he was calm enough to try and clean the wound so he wet some of the bandage to use as a cloth and began dabbing at the blood splotches that had spilled onto the girl’s forehead. The blood was nearly gone but he had to re-wet the cloth so he did as such, using another piece of cloth bandage of course.
* * *
She saw horrific scenes. Her parents, dead, before her; yet she could not see a single face in the images that flew across her mind. She barely got a glimpse of glowing red eyes that seemed to fit a certain boy’s stature. The fourteen year old felt she recognised the red eyes and she felt she recognised the voice of the man and women who screamed for her to leave, and be quick about it. The only voice she heard fully was the women’s, it screamed “CELESTINA, RUN! QUICK, BEFORE IT’S TOO-“and was cut off mid-sentence, presumably about to say “LATE” the girl thought. But hey, there’s another thought; the women said “CELESTINA, RUN” and I recognise the voice so plausibly, that is my name? ‘Celestina’ it seems a pretty name, they had taste I guess. Hmm, it’s not a definite but I think it might be…
She was jolted awake as water spilled down her face from a soaked cloth bandage that had not been wrung out properly. ‘Celestina~Mae Hallows. That is you and you better remember it!’ The thought bashed around her head right as suddenly jolted up, which scared the stormy-eyed boy before her. “Geeze, yo-you’re up and not even, you know, saying ‘ow’, you have a big cut on your-“ Franklin was about to say “Forehead” when Celestina simply said
“Is that what the water was about? But I don’t feel any pain there, so how do I have a cut?” This surprised Franklin as she cut into his sentence. Franklin pulled himself together,
“The mirror in here’s broken but the one… the one th-through the door isn’t.” Franklin inputted. Then he remembered to say “I’m Franklin Quint… by the way… a-and what’s… what’s your name?” he questioned.
“I-I’m…” Celestina began – practically inaudibly - before standing up and walking to the open door thing. She stood by the door and turned to face Franklin “I’m… Celestina Hallows…” she replied quietly, although Franklin could hear it this time. They headed into the other room where Celestina saw the wound there; not bleeding anymore but wiping away the rest of the blood and disinfecting the wound would be a good idea…
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