Thursday, 27 February 2014

The escape

We have been doing abit of dodging this past month and a bit due to the fact we've got an army on our tail, true we do have Fade's one, though we can't rely on them. Back to the story anyway:

We were walking through white and black warren of tunnels that made up the complex, being careful not to be noticed by the few members of staff left in the place. Manic seemed to be enjoying this little walk, though I was shitting it, I knew that if we were discovered I was probably gonna be the first to be killed, probably by my own incompetence aswell.

M: So which way now, or did you not plan this far ahead Sirus?
S: Well to be honest I had thought you could teleport us out of this place, though no you havr to be closer to the surface where there's less slenderference.
M: Well when you can teleport out of a pocket universe complain at me then, besides it's not like we couldn't take all the people in this place, what do you say Sirus, one last bout?
S: Eoin shut up, you don't want them to get angrier than they already are.
M: Ah yes, 'The War', it's probably been blown way out of proportion.
S: So you don't have any plan for the masses of proxies gathered for a war that will pull in probably hundreds of innocent people?
M: * Manic smiled slyly* I never said that, and I'll promise you there won't be one drop of innocent blood spilt on my account, though there will be blood.

Sirus gave up talking to Manic, obviously resigning himself to wait until Manic had calmed down from this impish character full of energy. We ran down a long corridor that started to get brighter as the dark branches, or roots, spread out as they got further from the sources of despair. Suddenly we emerged into the main entrance hall, there stood Slender Man. I turned to look at Manic only to see even his grin had dropped for a second before regaining composure. I was taken a hold of by the collar, I saw Manic had hold of my jacket and Sirus by the wrist, he looked once more at the creature standing now only a few feet from us, as I was passing out I heard Manic say something ' This was fun, can't wait until I see you at the party, it'll be so interesting', the last thing I remember is a squeezing sensation in my head and then nothing.

Then I dreamed, of the man with the ticking, he was looking at his watch, smiling with his teeth that sort of seemed like cogs you see in a clock, he said 'Almost time, my timepiece says so, tick tick, knock knock' he paused and leaned close to my ear so I could see past his glasses at the gears working inside his head, literal gears, and the porcelain face which I hadn't noticed in other dreams, with the cracks from age, he whispered in my ear 'Who's there?'.

I awoke with a jolt with a jolt smacking my head into the nose of a blonde girl, she stood up, nose gushing, all I noticed was how beautiful her eyes were.

Blonde girl: Tom come here, the little fuckers awake and already broken my nose!
*I heard heavy footsteps coming down a set of stair, in burst a moderate sized man, I assumed he was Tom*
Tom: Let me see, let me see. *He took her hand away gently from her face and looked at her nose* Don't worry it's only bent a little, I can't see a difference actually.
BG: Bastard, *Raising her hands to her face* You think your so funny?
T: Don't worry Aoife, it's fine just got a little nose bleed *He kissed her on the cheek* Hey Pete remember me?
* I thought and remember him from the time the Tom and Grey person came to talk to Fade, and sudden;y remember the face of the girl from the time Fade showed me Manic's family*
P: Wait, why am I here?
T: Manic brought you here probably thought it'd be safe.
P: Where is he?
*Tom pointed at a sofa where I saw Manic, sly grin even a sleep and a black haired kid in his lap, a woman resting on his shoulder*
T: It's a pity.
P: What is?
T: They've finally been brought together at the worst time again, only to be ripped apart, and all for their own safety.

I looked at the 3 people sleeping on that sofa, for a moment I thought that they might be a normal family, the I remembered the Fears, if only stuff like this didn't happen. I fell asleep and had more dreams filled with cogs. doors, and endless oceans, dotted with small islands.

Monday, 6 January 2014

The old faces

Early in the morning the next day the scarred man and I met at the same column ready to free Fade, he told me that the plan involved me going in alone to talk to Fade meaning that at least one of the guards would have to follow me in. After the scarred man said he would take out the people around the surrounding area making our escape easier my job was just to keep the other guard busy and try and convince Fade to come with us.
I walked down the now familiar hallways of the warren to the holding cells, outside were two of the staff in masks, both were large and burly, I couldn’t see the scarred man beating one, let alone the other if he needed to. I went along though as there was no other way that we were going to get Fade out and save Kat. I asked one of the guards if I could go and see Fade one last time before he gets hallowed, they agreed though as the scarred man had said one of them came in with me, trying to stop a breakout probably. This was when I saw Fade with his suit dishevelled, hair flat and just exuding a general sense of decay and filth, I barely recognised him as the man I saw yesterday.
F: Why hello Pete, one last hurrah is it before I become less than a man?
P: You could say that, or to make sure you don’t want to become hallowed or to see if I have a plan to get you out?
F: I know you don’t, so it would be pointless to ask you, even if I did want to escape, which I don’t.
P: Even if when you did you could save someone’s life?
F: You mean Kat, Manic’s family, people I don’t know.
P: So you’re going to let innocent people die, because ‘you don’t know them’?
F: Innocent? Those people are none such, they were only compared to Manic’s blood stained past.
P: Didn’t know you were so selfish, you’re worse than a murderer, you’ve given up even trying to be a good person, I don’t even care anymore, though I’m going to try help them, I don’t even care if you come.
F: Fine
*A voice and sound from behind drew both of our attentions, behind me was the scarred man and the guard slumped on the ground*
SM: Now, now I’m not used to those words coming out of you, are you sure you were ever part of Manic.
F: You, I know who you are.
SM: (He covers the distance between himself and Fade quickly putting a hand over his mouth and putting one on his head) Now we don’t want you to get agitated and cause undue trouble. All I need is for you to be cooperative.
Fade suddenly passed out and lay on the sparse bed, the scarred man then proceeded to take some clothes out of the bag on his back, among them was a black T shirt, a pair of torn jeans, a red and grey hoody and a long coat.
P: Sorry wait, what did you do to him, I thought you were going to save Fade.
SM: I never said I was going to save Fade, he will be of no use in the next act of this play he started, what we need is a warrior, and there’s only one I know of who could help.
P: Then who did you have in mind, have you fucking killed Fade.
SM: No I haven’t, I’ve made him hole again.
P: What does that mean?
*voice from behind*: He means that I’m back, I definitely thought I had succeeded this time, though I guess third times has to be the charm brother.
SM: I guess you’re right Eoin.
P: Sorry I don’t get what’s going on, you’re Fade’s brother?
SM: Oh no, Fade was not my brother, the man who stands behind you is.
Fade *I thought*: That man is Sirus, my older brother died last year or so I thought, especially since I killed him. It’s nice to finally meet you Pete, I’m Manic Muse and I’ll be helping you from now on.
*Pause as I take it in, He looked so different he looked more confident, sure of himself, much more threatening his mocking grin spread across his face. Even his clothes seemed more functional as his suit was discarded on the floor*
Soooooooo Should we be going to save my family or what?

Friday, 3 January 2014

Strange encounters in a cage

 As Fade was taken away and the meeting continued I started to feel a sense of dread and impending doom, I didn’t do anything wrong but the fact that Fade had been taken away, to be honest my get out of jail free card, meaning I was now technically on my own, all alone in the world of the fears with none but Fade’s opponent surrounding me, looking for blood. I wasn’t allowed to see Fade for a few more weeks,notuntil I had proved I knew nothing about Fade's plan, after that, eventually the verdict came down that Fade was to be Hallowed, Cure the problem once and for all. Then something strange happened, I got a message, from Manic’s blog, it was Kat the woman I contacted long ago, it said “Tell Manic we need help.” The next day when I told Fade he seemed indifferent, saying things like ‘I’m not Manic’, ‘They’re not my family’, ‘Why should I’, then the eventual ‘I can’t even if I wanted to. After all that I was getting ready to tell her that Manic was gone for good, and that I was sorry, that I couldn’t help, when a man covered in scars came out from behind one of the black wood columns,
Scarred Man: He’s such a terrible Liar you know, hasn’t ever been able to leave something alone, the war was a nice touch though on his part, though perhaps I should be upset.
P: Sorry who are you?
SM: Just someone who’s known Manic for a long time, well he calls himself Fade now, it was Decay a little while ago, he’s always had a flair for the over dramatic, I guess that part of him never changes, good to know.
P: I’m sorry but unless you have something proper to talk about apart from Fade’s imminent Hallowed procedure then I’ll have to ask you to let me leave, I have something that needs to been done.
*I turn to go and walk away*
SM: Oh yes, telling his wife and child that the man’s mind is about to be completely extracted, and destroyed, because he started a war. What if I told you I could help to avoid a nasty subject?
P: Are you telling me you can help save Fade from this?
SM: I haven’t said anything, I’m saying I can help avoid a very awkward conversation with a man’s wife about his death.
P: Wait, how? This place is essentially a fortress, the only way to escape is through the path and we’d be caught before we got to the end of the hallway.
SM: Lies and untruths, if you don’t believe me, or trust me, tell Kat that there is nothing left of their only hope. Otherwise meet me tomorrow here and we’ll rescue the bastard.

I contemplated what to do for hours at midnight I finally typed into the blank box
“Don’t worry, he’s on the way”