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Peter should have realised taken it as a bad sign when Thomas’ car shuddered and died as it rolled into the centre of the abandoned town of Old Wildborough. Thomas’ car was a 2009 Aston Martin and there was no reason for it to simply stop in the middle of the empty street, with no prior warning or problems. It had even travelled up the badly kept streets and forgotten country roads that wended their way to the town’s heart just fine. Now there was nothing but silence. The engine didn’t even respond when Thomas tried to turn the key. “Well,” he said, trying not to look scared, “...here we are anyway...”
"Quite," was Peter's only response. He climbed out from the backseat and he helped Svetlana out of the car as well, taking in their surroundings. The town was not just quiet, it was eerily silent. Peter could hear nothing. No wind, no traffic, none of the sounds that people living in a city took for granted. There weren't even any birds; it was as if they had stepped out of the car and into a vaccuum.
Thomas shivered, not from cold, and he took his wife into his arms in order to remain brave. "Peter. Do you see them?"
"See what?" Peter glanced around, but all he could see were the ruins of old buildings completely covered in moss, and emptiness. "The stone?"
"No." Thomas moved himself and Mary closer to his best friend. "Behind the building. There. Ghosts." Thomas didn't often see them, though he had on occasion as a child. Those few sightings were what had sent him on his quest to prove existence of the supernatural even while he was a monk. And he certainly saw them now, though he was only able to see the ones who were making themselves quite obvious as they lurked behind an old schoolhouse.
Peter, who had never seen a ghost in his life and probably never would, simply shook his head.
"They're...looking at you."
"They're looking at me?!" Peter squeaked. "Why?! Fuck, we have to find Lavannah."
Thomas nodded, and they turned away to search for the church which had to be closeby. There wasn't much town in Old Wildborough.
Turning their backs, however, turned out to be a huge mistake. Out of nowhere, stones started to rain on them from the sky, one catching Peter expertly on the head. He felt it cut through his skin and he was sure he was bleeding. The group of them raised their hands to protect themselves and Peter pulled them towards the nearest building as the stones from the sky grew in circumference and number.
"Peter!" Thomas yelled, once they were inside the tumbledown building. It was hard to hear over the racket of the stones on the roof. "It's not stopping!" The stones, which could now safely be called cricket-ball sized, were still growing.
"Downstairs!" Peter pulled the four of them towards a questionable looking staircase, and not a moment to soon. The very building itself started to collapse inwards as they rushed down to take refuge in the basement. And even then their safety was not assured. The collapsing of the roof above them threatened to bring the ceiling of the basement down as well. Peter's eyes widened as a crack appeared in the ceiling directly above Svetlana and Mary. Without thinking, he dove forward and he pushed them out of danger. The celing came down between them, effectively sealing Svetlana and Mary off from Peter and Thomas.
"MARY!" Thomas rushed towards the large pile of rubble, but Peter pulled him backwards again.
"Watch out!" The ceiling was still falling, and Peter had to yank a still-determined Thomas out of the way of yet more falling debris. The pair of them tumbled to the floor and for a moment everything went quiet.
Peter coughed and he rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "Svetlana?" He crept toward the avelance of a wall that had fallen between themselves and Mary and Svetlana. The stairs were on Thomas and Peter's side. Mary and Svetlana would have no way out until they moved a hell of a lot of debris.
"Mary?" Peter heard a far off voice, but it didn't sound panicked. Still, he asked, "are you alright?!" He barely had time to hear the alternative when rocks started to pelt him in the side. They weren't coming from the air anymore, but originating in the room. "Fuck!" Peter felt Thomas grab his arms and haul him backwards as the supernatural tornado of debris picked up. Thomas pulled Peter into what he assumed was a secluded and secure room, but when the heavy metal door slammed shut on them, Peter's heart sank.
"Oh hell..." Thomas dropped his hold on Peter and he rushed for the door, slamming his body into it uselessly.
"Thomas, stop!" Peter rushed to his best friend's side and he pulled Thomas away from the door. "How did we end up choosing the prison to take shelter in?"
Thomas groaned and he peered out the tiny slit in the door to see if he could see anything. The assault with stones seemed to be over for now. "I'm beginning to think we're cursed, Pete..."
Peter pushed against the door, but there was no give on it. No lock for him to pick on the inside. No hinges to lift. They were fucked. "And we just happened to find a solitary confinement cell in the basement to hide in. I don't think you're wrong, Thomas..."
Thomas let out a soft whimper and he half-collapsed against the wall. "Peter...what the hell do we do now?"
Peter gave Thomas a desperate glance and he shook his head. "I...I don't know. Thomas. Where is my pack.." Thomas had offered to carry it for some unknown reason, and Peter had let him.
Thomas's eyes widened and he peered out of the tiny slit in the door again. "Fuck! On the ground out there."
Peter groaned and he walked to a corner where he allowed himself to slide down the wall. There wasn't room for him to stretch out completely. He legs had to stay bent. His fingers prodded his sore head and came away bloody. "Right. You and I are trapped in a tiny cell made for one person, together. Our food is out there on the floor. Mary and Svetlana are trapped on the other side of a caved-in building. Someone still has Lavannah, and Aurelia is somewhere around this place. I'd say we fucked up big time."
"I have crisps in my bag." Thomas held them up obligingly. "And water..."
Peter sighed and he rested his face in his hands. "Fucking awesome."
"Quite," was Peter's only response. He climbed out from the backseat and he helped Svetlana out of the car as well, taking in their surroundings. The town was not just quiet, it was eerily silent. Peter could hear nothing. No wind, no traffic, none of the sounds that people living in a city took for granted. There weren't even any birds; it was as if they had stepped out of the car and into a vaccuum.
Thomas shivered, not from cold, and he took his wife into his arms in order to remain brave. "Peter. Do you see them?"
"See what?" Peter glanced around, but all he could see were the ruins of old buildings completely covered in moss, and emptiness. "The stone?"
"No." Thomas moved himself and Mary closer to his best friend. "Behind the building. There. Ghosts." Thomas didn't often see them, though he had on occasion as a child. Those few sightings were what had sent him on his quest to prove existence of the supernatural even while he was a monk. And he certainly saw them now, though he was only able to see the ones who were making themselves quite obvious as they lurked behind an old schoolhouse.
Peter, who had never seen a ghost in his life and probably never would, simply shook his head.
"They're...looking at you."
"They're looking at me?!" Peter squeaked. "Why?! Fuck, we have to find Lavannah."
Thomas nodded, and they turned away to search for the church which had to be closeby. There wasn't much town in Old Wildborough.
Turning their backs, however, turned out to be a huge mistake. Out of nowhere, stones started to rain on them from the sky, one catching Peter expertly on the head. He felt it cut through his skin and he was sure he was bleeding. The group of them raised their hands to protect themselves and Peter pulled them towards the nearest building as the stones from the sky grew in circumference and number.
"Peter!" Thomas yelled, once they were inside the tumbledown building. It was hard to hear over the racket of the stones on the roof. "It's not stopping!" The stones, which could now safely be called cricket-ball sized, were still growing.
"Downstairs!" Peter pulled the four of them towards a questionable looking staircase, and not a moment to soon. The very building itself started to collapse inwards as they rushed down to take refuge in the basement. And even then their safety was not assured. The collapsing of the roof above them threatened to bring the ceiling of the basement down as well. Peter's eyes widened as a crack appeared in the ceiling directly above Svetlana and Mary. Without thinking, he dove forward and he pushed them out of danger. The celing came down between them, effectively sealing Svetlana and Mary off from Peter and Thomas.
"MARY!" Thomas rushed towards the large pile of rubble, but Peter pulled him backwards again.
"Watch out!" The ceiling was still falling, and Peter had to yank a still-determined Thomas out of the way of yet more falling debris. The pair of them tumbled to the floor and for a moment everything went quiet.
Peter coughed and he rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "Svetlana?" He crept toward the avelance of a wall that had fallen between themselves and Mary and Svetlana. The stairs were on Thomas and Peter's side. Mary and Svetlana would have no way out until they moved a hell of a lot of debris.
"Mary?" Peter heard a far off voice, but it didn't sound panicked. Still, he asked, "are you alright?!" He barely had time to hear the alternative when rocks started to pelt him in the side. They weren't coming from the air anymore, but originating in the room. "Fuck!" Peter felt Thomas grab his arms and haul him backwards as the supernatural tornado of debris picked up. Thomas pulled Peter into what he assumed was a secluded and secure room, but when the heavy metal door slammed shut on them, Peter's heart sank.
"Oh hell..." Thomas dropped his hold on Peter and he rushed for the door, slamming his body into it uselessly.
"Thomas, stop!" Peter rushed to his best friend's side and he pulled Thomas away from the door. "How did we end up choosing the prison to take shelter in?"
Thomas groaned and he peered out the tiny slit in the door to see if he could see anything. The assault with stones seemed to be over for now. "I'm beginning to think we're cursed, Pete..."
Peter pushed against the door, but there was no give on it. No lock for him to pick on the inside. No hinges to lift. They were fucked. "And we just happened to find a solitary confinement cell in the basement to hide in. I don't think you're wrong, Thomas..."
Thomas let out a soft whimper and he half-collapsed against the wall. "Peter...what the hell do we do now?"
Peter gave Thomas a desperate glance and he shook his head. "I...I don't know. Thomas. Where is my pack.." Thomas had offered to carry it for some unknown reason, and Peter had let him.
Thomas's eyes widened and he peered out of the tiny slit in the door again. "Fuck! On the ground out there."
Peter groaned and he walked to a corner where he allowed himself to slide down the wall. There wasn't room for him to stretch out completely. He legs had to stay bent. His fingers prodded his sore head and came away bloody. "Right. You and I are trapped in a tiny cell made for one person, together. Our food is out there on the floor. Mary and Svetlana are trapped on the other side of a caved-in building. Someone still has Lavannah, and Aurelia is somewhere around this place. I'd say we fucked up big time."
"I have crisps in my bag." Thomas held them up obligingly. "And water..."
Peter sighed and he rested his face in his hands. "Fucking awesome."
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Date: 2009-06-17 10:54 am (UTC)From:Svetlana lost her footing as the ceiling came crashing down, while Mary dodged more nimbly and remained on her feet. There was something to be said for the reflexes of a five hundred-year old...
Neither of them had sustained any particular injuries from the flying rocks, though now they were trapped behind a great mass of debris. "Fucking bullshit," Svetlana muttered, and she tried to knock down the Great Wall of Crap. She had very little success.
"I don't think that's going to be a way out for a while," Mary murmured. She stood by Svetlana's side, and tried to call out through the debris. "Peter? Thomas?"
"Shh!" Svetlana held her finger to her lips, and distantly, they heard Peter's inquiring voice, though they couldn't quite make out his words. "We're fine!" Svetlana yelled back, her demon voice as amplified as she could make it. "How are you?"
All she heard from the other side was a very heavy and ominous sound. "Fuck!" Svetlana hissed, and she started digging at the debris again.
Mary, meanwhile, had moved to the other side of the area they were trapped in. It seemed to be a prisoner processing area, with a desk, some documents that were mostly rotted beyond legibility, and a shattered plexiglass window. It seemed the stairs that had been blocked to them were the only way in and out. Mary rifled through the papers, searching on the off chance for any clue, but found only one sheet upon which she could even read more than a few words.
... Prisoner 17 brought to solitary confinement after an altercation with another prisoner. Several other prisoners disturbed by the incident. Watch doubled tonight...
Part of the rest of the document was blurred by a water stain, but on the bottom of the page could be read,
...critical condition in the infirmary. Prisoner 08 is not expected to last the night...
"I'll bet I know which cell in here's haunted," Mary muttered. It was quite clear that they'd somehow ended up in the local prison. Mary wondered how bad the town must have been towards the end to need a prison this size, and one that housed these kinds of people...
"Any luck?" she asked Svetlana as she returned to the cave-in.
Svetlana turned around, holding detritus in her hands. "It'll be slow going, but I can get through eventually."
Mary nodded to the ceiling above. "It might be easier to try to find a way up than through, and see if we can get back to Peter and Thomas that way."
Svetlana followed Mary's gaze, and nodded. "It's a plan."