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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 11, 2005 21:24:07 GMT -6
Mo gives a step forward:
"I'll go first Johnston, we don't know if it's safe and my bosses wouldn't like if I let something happen to you"-smiles at Johnston- "Marco, Erik, cover him... Follow me".
Mo steps to the bride, as the rest of the team walked behind him. He noticed some moving in the bridge...
"DON'T!"
Mo stopped Erik in motion, Erik freezed with his hand extended.
"Don't touch it... This bridge is really unstable... No, don't touch the bars... Gosh, a second later and this whole bridge would've fallen down with all of us... Just, be carefull".
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Post by Tweek on Sept 12, 2005 8:27:14 GMT -6
"Better to cross one at a time. I doubt this rusty old bridge can handle the weight..."
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Post by Marco on Sept 12, 2005 8:38:01 GMT -6
"Okay"
Marco waits till Mo and Johnston have passed.
"Now it's my turn I suppose"
He goes on the bridge with light and slow steps. Marco looks down the bridge to the river and all of a sudden sees a hooded shape standing there over a body and cutting open it's belly. As he wants to call out he sees that the body and the shape have gone.
"Holy shit. I think I'm gettin' mad" he whispers.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 12, 2005 9:32:43 GMT -6
"Marco! Get your rear in gear or you'll end up as a greasy spot on the ground! And I'm not too keen on explaining to the higher-ups why we're cleaning up one of our agents with a spatula!"
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Post by Marco on Sept 12, 2005 9:40:44 GMT -6
" I'm trying man. Relax"
Marco goes on.
" Got it. I'm on the other side. Erik is the only left now"
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 12, 2005 12:05:11 GMT -6
Erik moves slowly and steadily across the bridge, focusing only on the other side... trying to ignore the childish laughter he hears echoing through the trees.
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Post by Marco on Sept 12, 2005 12:15:19 GMT -6
"Hey guys. Do you hear this? There are kids laughing. Do you see them? There are not save here"
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 12, 2005 13:50:31 GMT -6
"Erik, Marco, what's going on? What are you talking about Marco? We have no time to be afraid, we have a killer around here..."
Mo gets interrupted by a loud sound of a door being shut, followed by what it seemed, a bunch of kids screaming...
"Holly sh*t... guys, get inside here, let's move on before we all end up losing our heads. Cover Johnston, follow me..."
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Post by Marco on Sept 12, 2005 14:55:01 GMT -6
" F**k. We are really flipping out! I can't stand this screams. Now they are inside of my head."
Marco trys to go on but he stops every 2nd step holding his head.
" Ahh. Don't you hear that?"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 12, 2005 15:08:39 GMT -6
"Very funny, you two. There aren't any kids here. I don't hear a thing..."
Johnston steps past the other agents and pulls back the sliding entrance door to the factory.
"You guys need to lay off the coffee and the scary movies. We have a killer to catch..."
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Post by Marco on Sept 12, 2005 15:17:24 GMT -6
The next seconds felt long for Marco:
The whole group passed him and he was still standing on the bridge holding his head as the bridge made an odd sound and the part of the bridge that was fixed on the other side of the bridge collapsed...
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 12, 2005 17:35:10 GMT -6
Johnston, Erik & Mo were inside the factory when a collapse sound flooded the whole building.
"What the hell was that?", takes out his gun. "Arm gentlemen, Erik, cover Johnston, let's go!".
The agents found themselves running to the door. Mo almost falls to the river, in absency of the bridge.
"What the hell?". In that moment, Mo sees Marco hanging of the bridge, screaming for help.
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Post by Tweek on Sept 12, 2005 18:25:23 GMT -6
Johnston rushes to the bridge. Putting his gun down, he reaches down over the edge and grabs Marco by the wrist. He tries to lift the agent to safety but is unable to pull him up alone.
"Damn, man! You sure are heavy! You got bricks in your pockets? Guys! Help me! I'm losing my grip here!"
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 12, 2005 20:38:50 GMT -6
Mo get's on his knees and holds Johnston. He begins to pull but...
"Erik! Come on! I can't deal with two grown-ups!".
Mo waits for Erik, the one that comes and helps. The three men pull Marco out of that hell. They fall over each other due to the impulse. Quiet giggles could be heard from them, their man was still alive. But the joy was soon interrupted by a voice coming from the other part of the broken bridge:
"She is getting mad, go away" a little -creepy- kid said with a huge -creepy- smile.
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Post by Marco on Sept 13, 2005 6:11:07 GMT -6
" What the hell"
Marco looks at the girl
"Go away. You are in danger if you'll stay here. "
The girl stays motionless. She turns and goes away but all of a sudden turns again, runs to the abyss and jumps. All 4 men just stand there. they all have a big shock. After 20 sec. the men go to the abyss searching for the girls body. But nothing is lying on the the gorund or in the river.
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Post by Tweek on Sept 13, 2005 7:42:17 GMT -6
A loud crash. Sounds of footsteps on the upper level of the factory. A thump, as if something heavy fell on the floor. Johnston draws his firearm and heads for the stairs.
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Post by Marco on Sept 13, 2005 8:11:27 GMT -6
" Come on guys. We gotta follow him"
Marco is the 2nd who begins to run for the stairs. As they arrive on the first floor they see handprints all over the walls. As they go on they suddenly see a room with a hooded shape sitting in a middle of a candle- circle and suddenly they hear a voice. An eerie voice saying:
"I've been waiting for you"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 13, 2005 12:28:36 GMT -6
Next to the hooded figure is a large wooden chair. A headless body is tied to this chair, a body wearing the same gear as the team. It is what remains of the second missing agent. There is a strange absence of blood, suggesting that the man expired long before the head was removed.
Johnston moves up to get a clear shot at the robed man and stumbles over an object on the floor. This area is filled with dancing shadows from the candles, and he can't identify it without taking his eyes off the suspect. He steps around the obstacle instead and slowly advances.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 13, 2005 13:54:26 GMT -6
Mo arrives last to the awfull scene. He lookes at Johnston and the other two men surrounding the dead bodie and the eerie character in the middle of the room.
Mo checks the room with his eyes... the candle shadows childen's images on the walls.
"Are you going to harm us?"... a ghostlike image of the little girl appears next to Johnston, the one that nearly dies of the shock...
"Mhhh, no.... who are you?"
"My name is..."
The candle in the center of the room goes off....
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Post by Tweek on Sept 13, 2005 20:56:37 GMT -6
Johnston opens fire on the hooded figure. In seconds he empties the entire clip. The target staggers backwards and collapses onto the floor. The agent reloads his weapon, then carefully approaches the suspect. He reaches down with his left hand and removes the black hood.
Every one of his shots hit the mark. This suspect is VERY dead.
It is a white female about 20 years of age, wearing a dirty white sweater, blue jeans, and hiking boots caked with dried mud and grass. Johnston searches her pockets and finds a set of keys and a plastic card. It is an expired Montgomery College student i.d. card. The picture matches the dead girl on the floor at his feet.
The name on the card is Heather Donahue.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Sept 14, 2005 2:32:49 GMT -6
"Donahue.... Donahue..... DONAHUE! F*ck!"- Mo watches Johnston with astonishment. "This girl was meant to be dissapeared, she vanished in 1994! Gosh, I remember that case so much... those three missing students... but I have to say this has no sense." Chks the dead body... "This girl should be dead... I mean, she is now but...".
Mo begins inspectionating Heather's dead body. He grabs her dead face, pass his fingers through her cheeks and closes her creepy dead brown eyes, but...
"OH HOLLY SH*T!"- the dead body grabs Mo's arm, opening her eyes again, preparing to say something.
(shooting sound)
Before anything worse could happen, Johnston shoots Heather (yup, again), in the head. She releases Mo's arm and falls to the ground, completely dead now... Blood starts coming out from her dead head.
-Now Mo is blue of the shock.-
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Post by Marco on Sept 14, 2005 5:12:46 GMT -6
Marco was the whole time standing around, his mouth wide opended.
"Oh my gosh!!! Heather Donahue. I can't believe it.She was all the years alive. She was alive"
Marco stares at the dead body. Suddenly he sees a stick-figure hanging over a door that the agents didn't see before.
"Hey guys. Look. There's a door. Soething keeps tellin' me that Heather was not guilty. I think that what awaits us is a deadly nightmare."
Marco walks off to the door and as he reaches the other side of the door, he suddenly disappears, like in to another world...
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Post by Tweek on Sept 14, 2005 7:18:37 GMT -6
Johnston walks back across the room to see what he tripped over earlier. He reaches down and picks up something.
"GAAAAAAHHHH! AWW MAN!!!!"
It is the severed head of the dead agent. He picks it up by the hair and carries it back to the body. Half-joking, he sets the head back on top of the bloody neck stump. It falls off almost at once, hitting the floor with a loud bang.
"Well, HE won't be telling us anything..."
Johnston notices that Marco is not there. He spots the hanging stickman over the door then.
"Marco! We shouldn't split up in here. Don't go off on your own. Marco...?"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 15, 2005 11:49:58 GMT -6
Johnston walks to the door and pulls it open. Beyond is an empty windowless room. Marco is nowhere to be seen. The only exit is the doorway Johnston is standing in.
"Hmm... That's a neat trick. Marco! Where are you?"
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Post by Marco on Sept 15, 2005 13:14:27 GMT -6
Marco finds himself in the same room he was in before, but something changed. Johnston and the others are gone. But someone is on the other side of the room. He sees a hooded figure and a men tied upon a chair. It is the same agent he had seen before.
"What the...?"
Now a story comes to Marcos mind. He would always buy books about indians when he was younger. And there they mentioned something about a twana that opens gates to other times. And this Twana must have brought him a few hours or maybe days earlier cause Heather and the Agent are still alive.
"Oh please. I hope the others will find that gate too..."
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