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Post by Tweek on Sept 15, 2005 18:25:32 GMT -6
Johnston walks back to the circle of candles and the body. Mo is there, still in shock, silent and unmoving. He tries his radio again. Like before, he gets nothing but static. He takes in a deep breath and slowly exhales.
Damn I need a cigarette, he thinks. And a beer.
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Post by Tweek on Sept 17, 2005 7:56:57 GMT -6
Three black vans pull up outside the factory. The backup has arrived at last. Soon the site is flooded with lights and FBI agents. Some take photos, some gather forensic evidence, and two are questioning Johnston, Erik and Mo about the shooting and Marco's whereabouts.
They get nothing from Mo, who still isn't speaking. Johnston has been with the bureau long enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. He killed an unarmed civilian; he's not about to start blabbing and get himself charged with murder.
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Post by Marco on Sept 17, 2005 8:26:57 GMT -6
Marco still is back in time. He watches the tied person and the hooded person, who he knows is Heather. Then he has a great idea:
If I prevented the murder, the other agents in the future must be able to interview the agent, because he wouldn't be dead then.
Maco doesn't have to think long. He gets up, aims the target and....
No
Marco stops.
No. I can't kill her. Wouldn't it be better to tie her too so that we can interview her?
Marco again aims the target Heather and shoots her in her leg. Heather collapses and cries with pain.
Marco qickly runs over to the agent and frees him. Then he takes the band and ties Heather with it.
" You stay here agent. We will come soon."
So. Now I gotta go back, where I've come from.
Marco goes back to the door and passes it...
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 17, 2005 18:55:23 GMT -6
[Sorry about the absence; My college is having some serious internet problems.]
Erik leans against a wall, the sight of the dead girl etched in his mind.
"I guess that's one case closed..."
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Post by Marco on Sept 18, 2005 5:35:58 GMT -6
Marco has passed the door and opens his eyes. He is back. The agents are standing there and Heather and the other agent are both alive...
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Post by Tweek on Sept 18, 2005 5:58:48 GMT -6
Johnston and Erik stare at each other in disbelief. In the blink of an eye, the scene before them has changed completely. Heather is alive and kicking. Literally. Four agents are trying (without success) to restrain a screaming and kicking lunatic. She is shouting words in a strange language and fighting wildly to get free. Agent James has his head back on. He's still sitting in the chair we found him in. His eyes are fixed on Heather and have a look of confusion and fear in them. The doorway that Marco returned through has vanished along with the twana that hung over it, as if they were never there.
"Well this beats all I've ever seen", Johnston mutters. "WTF is going on in this place...?"
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Post by Marco on Sept 18, 2005 14:31:09 GMT -6
"I didn't really think this would work, but it actually did."
Marco looks at Heather
"I don't think this is the realy Heather. She must be possed by something"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 19, 2005 12:00:06 GMT -6
As if in response to Heather's words, all the lights in the room go dim. As if all the energy were somehow being drawn from the room. The air becomes bitterly cold in an instant; the smell of death fills the factory from floor to ceiling. The panicked agents release the struggling woman, and she slowly rises into the air and hovers above them. Heather's face is a glowing mask of evil. She smiles, but her eyes reflect nothing but hatred and malice.
She stares directly at Marco.
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Post by Marco on Sept 19, 2005 12:23:03 GMT -6
Marco as if in trance goes straight to Heather and all of a sudden the candle-circle lightens again. Marco sits down in the middle of it with Heather flying over his head. Suddenly steps can be heard from the door of the room. Heavy and slow steps. Marco stares directly in the direction where the steps come from. Nobody but Marco seems to see what Marco sees. Then the steps can be heard in the room and all of a sudden stop. It seems like something has to be standing right in front of Marco who stairs up to an invisible face.
Then Marco quickly raises into the air, rotating quickly. As he drops down to the floor he stands up his eyes shut. He turns around to Erik and suddenly opens his eyes, which are red now. He keeps standing in the middle of the circle but suddenly walks with quick steps to Erik...
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 19, 2005 14:13:28 GMT -6
Erik's body tenses and his yellow eyes narrow as he launches himself at Marco, spin-kicking him in the head. He slumps to the floor, unmoving. Erik land in a crouch.
"Alright, Blair B*tch... your move."
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 20, 2005 15:10:33 GMT -6
While everything happened, Mo in shock and the agents playing against the evil. Mo could see everything anyways, the shock only paralized his body and made him shiver, every single part of his body. Evil fills the place.
"Kedward...." Mo starts speaking histerically. "Kedward.... KEDWARD!", as if out of his mind, Mo incorporates and starts shouting around the evil scene.
"Sneppah taht erofeb dellips eb lliw doolb ruoy ,reven ,sdoow siht gnivael ton era uoy!" Mo starts sreaming, the other agents can't understand a word, and he keeps shouting that, holding his head.
"Elly Kedward! Stop it b#tch!", crouches, holding his head, screaming, something is inside of him... takes a twana from the floor, and breaks it. An eerie sound starts flooding the building, the candle breaks and starts a fire; little kids' shadows flood the walls, running. The shadows seem to be getting outside the walls and actual ghostly kids appear around the room, running all around, the room now is real caos.
"F*ck OFF KEDWARD!", and throws something to Heather's possesed body... it was a piece of the Twana. It traspasses Heather's head... and skull. Blood starts coming out from her while her and the possesed agent fall to the floor... the fire goes out... a total black out.
"Mh.... mh.... what.... where.... where are we..... Johnston Johnston wake up!".
The agents wake up, they are in a basement.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 20, 2005 18:07:16 GMT -6
"What in hell just happened?"
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Post by Marco on Sept 21, 2005 5:14:31 GMT -6
"The ritual is ready"
An eerie voice fills the basement. And all agents can see Marco standing in the middle of the room taking to them.
"You are all goi....RUUUU. RUUUUUN AWAAAAAAYYYY!!!"
They can hear another voice coming out from Marco's body. The real voice of Marco.
"Please....anawT eht yortsed dna kcoR niffoC ot nuR."
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Post by Tweek on Sept 21, 2005 18:33:56 GMT -6
Johnston scrambles to the basement window and crawls through to the outside. He's not about to wait around for any more weird s**t to happen. It's every man for himself now, he tells himself.
He turns in the direction of the van (the way he thinks it is, at least) and runs as fast as his legs will carry him. His mind still struggles to grasp what he saw back there; all he can think of is getting away from this awful place.
After dashing almost a mile through the woods, he runs headlong into a giant oak tree. The crash leaves him lying on the ground unconcious and bleeding.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 21, 2005 20:51:11 GMT -6
Mo sees Johnston escaping through the window, can't understand a word of what Marco is saying, and is scared enough to not care for Eric (he feels sorry but now, it's his life or nothing).
He gets up and runs through the basement to the stairs. Marco tries to hold him, and Mo can clearly see he is kinda possesed or has a lot of traumas, plus his eyes are red. So Mo kicks him back and begins steping the stairs.
The house is dark, really scary thing. So dark you can't even see where are you walking, which causes Mo to crash with a wall. Result: hurted head, starts to bleed along with his nose.
He reaches a room with a fireplace, a lit fire illuminates the room: so quiet, you can only hear Marco shouting strange stuff. Bloody hand marks surround the room. The exit to the woods is just right at the other side of the room.
"I'm not f*cking staying here anymore", Mo whispers to himself. He was just going to run when he catches a dark shadow in the other side's wall. He blinks.... nothing is there. He begins walking thorugh that creepy and cold room. The fireplace doesn't make the room any friendly.
"I would prefer to walk through pure darkness, i wouldn't be scared...", and if as ordered, the fireplace went off.... the room was dark now, only the dark clouds could be seen above the trees through the window. Marco can't be heard anymore, now it's only the solitary sound of nothing. Mo begins walking to the door.
"Great... i'm doing fine... i'm doing fine". Steps.... steps were being started to hear. Mo freezed, every single part of his body was frozed, completely scared. "Oh god"... He began walking to the door, slowly... the door was now in front of him, while the step sounds were even closer...
"F*CK!"... Mo turned around, the fireplace was lit again, all of the sudden. The sounds were gone. Mo felt a little bit more confident now, he decided to turn around to the door and to start running out of there. So, he took a breath and turned around.... "Oh lord!".
Mo went back and fell to the floor, tears started coming out of his eyes. A woman was in front of him. She... she... had a strange-penetrating looking, frightening to the bones. She started walking towards Mo... It felt so sick, as in a horrible nightmare.
"No... you aren't real..." the woman kept walking, her looking was getting more intense with every small step she gave. But she wasn't walking, as Mo found terrified. Her feet didn't touch the ground. "You are dead! You died more than a century ago! You...".... the woman's face all of the sudden went to be against Mo's.
"........"
The fireplace went off again... darkness and the smell of dead flooded the place.
MO IS DEAD ... ... ...
(or al least, vanished from the face of the earth).
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Post by Tweek on Sept 22, 2005 7:07:18 GMT -6
Johnston awakens to find himself on his back in front of a giant tree. He tries to sit up and is hit by a blinding pain across his skull. Fearing he may have a serious injury, he lies back again and decides to wait for help. His sight is blurry and focused only for a few moments at a time. He lies there for a several long minutes, listening to the sounds of the forest.
Footsteps. Someone is approaching. It hurts to turn his head, so he doesn't see who it is at first. The steps get closer. A man comes into his field of view. It's Smith. The man whose jacket we found in the basement. He's alive!
"Help me, Smith! We've got to get out of here! The others may already be dead. I can't help them now. Smith! Do you hear me?" he gasps. "Smith! Help me up! Are you listening to me?"
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Post by Marco on Sept 22, 2005 8:06:42 GMT -6
"Johnston?"
Smith goes straight to Johnston suddenly collapsing and crying.
"Erik...She has killed him. She....oh man...she just killed him"
Back in the house:
Dark rooms, a corpse lying in a corner. The corpse of Erik. Marco is still alive and still in his body. But it is like someone other had the control of his body. He tried to warn Johnston and gve him an information, but he thinks that Johnston didn't know what he meant since he was speaking backwards. If Jhnston understood him, he must have been freed from the demon by that time...
"Sh*t. What can I do? I can't do anything. I can't even walk by myself. Oh no. Where is this thing going. Why is it leaving the house?"
Marco sees that his body walks out in the woods. After a mile a giant oak comes into sight
"What is this demon olanning to do?...."
.....
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 22, 2005 13:46:54 GMT -6
The giant tree.... black as night.
Blood prints can easily be appreciatted along the log. Wind touches the branches, causing a murmur sound.... murmurs, murmurs.
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Post by Marco on Sept 22, 2005 14:23:20 GMT -6
Marco can hear voices coming from the big oaks direction.
"Oh no. That are Johnston and Smith"
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Post by Marco on Sept 22, 2005 14:29:07 GMT -6
Smith is lying there and crying. Suddenly a crack can be heard and both, Smith and Johnston, startle. Smith gets up. He can see that Johnston has already drawn his weapon.
"Come on, Johnston. This won't help ya. Follow me...."
...and Smith walks off into the thick woods again...
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Post by Tweek on Sept 22, 2005 14:54:31 GMT -6
Johnston cannot stand up without help. He has lost a lot of blood, most of it from the gash on his head. Blood trickles down his face and drips from his chin as he blinks his eyes, trying to will them into focus.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 22, 2005 14:55:27 GMT -6
In the dark corner of the basement, Erik stirs. With a groan of pain, he pulls himself to his feet.
"Gah... What hit me? Hey, guys?" He looks around, and realizes he is alone. His eyes land on the only exit, and with a limp, he heads towards it and into the woods. He gingerly reaches up to touch the left side of his head, and cups his ear. Feeling something wet, he pulls his hand away and looks at it. In the moonlight, he can see a fairamount of fresh blood on his hand.
'A concussion... Damn it, that's the last thing I need now...'
As he stumbles through the forest, he hears the sounds of footsteps.
'Sounds like two of them...'
He draws his 9mm handgun.
"FBI!! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!!"
He winces from the noise level as a sharp pain lances through his head.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 22, 2005 15:23:30 GMT -6
The wind keeps blowing... harder and harder.
An agent trying to uncover his mysterious followers; Johnston, Marco & Smith trying to leave the woods in front of the giant creepy tree.
They barely had idea of their cruel ending about to come....
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Post by Tweek on Sept 23, 2005 7:13:24 GMT -6
Frustrated, Johnston gives up on trying to stand and collapses back onto the hard ground. As he wipes blood from his eyes he hears footsteps in the leaves. Someone approaching the big tree. There is a voice on the wind, but he can't make out the words.
"We have company..." he tells the others. "Draw your weapons. I still can't see very well. If it's the Blair Witch, shoot her...."
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Post by Marco on Sept 23, 2005 10:55:53 GMT -6
Smith notices that Johnston is not following. He turns and goes back. As he approaches the tree again he sees Johnston lying on the floor his weapon drawn.
"This won't help you. Come on, I'll help you."
Smith goes to Johnston and pulls him up so that he can prop on Smith's shoulder.
They keep walking and walking. And after a time Smith gives up
"Damnit. I can't go on like that. You got to stay here. I'll get help"
Johnston doesn't relpy. Smith takes Johnston and places him inside a big fad bush. Then he takes Johnston's hand and draws a knife.
"Please trust me"
He opens his hand and cuts a sign inside Johnston's palm. It seems to be a rune. Then he takes the other hand and cuts the same in sign in it.
"Now just don't move or do anything. Just keep lying there, ok? I'll get help"
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