Connection with Sarah

RINGING...

> You are hiding.
Wh-..?
> You almost make a noise as you hear the tell-tale opening of the window, but you know you can't. You can't let him know where you are.

> You are aware of the Convalescent's presence. You do not know what that means.

• Detective Fa͜͡ux (Me) - "> in a whispered tone. Shhh. Keep quiet and don't freak out. Be careful and be aware of your surroundings."
• Ryan Halfbrewed (Ryan) - "Don't make any noise if you are in danger, but if you aren't who or what are you hiding from?"

> The Convalescent's attempted whisper almost works, but it comes out the same volume as usual. Don't scramp my style, kid.

> You're startled by the sudden voices, but, whimpering, you dip a finger into one of your wounds and draw an 8 with your blood, wincing as you brace for impact- but nothing happens. Whoo, a loophole. Thank fuck.
> Although, maybe you were hoping it would have killed you. It would have been less painful than whatever you're in for.

• Me - "Sarah, I know you can only hear us, but we're here to help. From now on, I only want you to respond to questions by tapping your leg. one tap for yes, and two for no. only speak once you believe you're in a safe place. We're going to get you out of this okay? . Now, I want you to continue hiding for the moment and take a deep breath. Do you know who the person is that's opening the window?"

> You nod rapidly.
> You tap on your knee.
> One long, one short, two long.
> Three long.
> Two short, one long.

> The screens above the reception desk you're hiding under turn on.

[ECLIPSE]: Little pig, little pig, let me in... Hahahahaha!!!

> The screens start to smoke, before exploding into blindingly white flame. A ways away, you hear the one you're hiding from, grunting as he topples bookshelves.

• Me - "Great, Morse Code, we can work with this! . I can't tell where he is in wherever you are, but if you can safely, look around for something to either stop some of your bleeding or possibly a weapon or defend yourself with. I'm not sure what you mean by "YOU", but is there any information you can give us on what's around you or what's chasing you? . Keep calm Sarah, you've got this."

> You shake your head, reaching back into your wound and drawing a 10 on the floor with your blood. 
> You're startled by a loud crack. He's never without that sledgehammer of his, and he seems to be putting it to good use. He's still by the bookshelves, if you run to the private study rooms, you can buy yourself some time.

> You quickly poke your head up over the reception desk. The library is a mess. It reeks of copper. 
> Seeing nothing, you try to run as quietly as possible.

> You hear sniffing. He's tracking your scent.

• Me - "Sarah, is there anything that you can use to mask your scent? anything on your person or in the room you've run to? the more time we can buy the better."

> You shake your head as you enter one of the private study rooms, closing the door as quietly as humanly possible.

> The room is semi-large with a large window showing the woods outside. It's pouring. For a second, you swear you saw a woman standing out there, but there's no one.
> There are two computers in the room, rather old ones, and a table of arts and crafts supplies.
> You yank the cords for the computers out of the walls, for good measure, and take a sharp pair of scissors from the table.

I- I think I can, um, whisper now, at least..

> From outside, still distant cracks and thuds can be heard. And then a low growl.

• Me - "Alright Sarah, great job so far! Now, we're thinking of ways to mask your scent. . first, while there's time, check if there's anything that could give off a fragrance in the art supplies like glue, paint, markers or rubbing alcohol. If there's any paint or something heavy like the computer, see if you can set up a little paint trap above the door. crack one open slightly, dip your blood in the paint, and carefully balance it against the top of the door. like you'd see as a prank!"

There's a big thing of glue.. i can try to cut off the top so more will come out when it falls-

> A loud crash is heard closer to you. Better get to work.
> You start sawing at the top of one of the big cartons of glue, managing to do so in a timely manner. You set the door ajar, placing the glue above it and you wait.

> You wait.

• Me - "alright, glue works! lets run with it. . I want you to check your available escape routes. and asses where you can go after this brief moment. take the unplugged computer and hide behind the desk after and be ready for anything. . if worse comes to worse, I want you to throw that computer as hard as you can out the window. hoping to shatter and disorient alex's sense of smell. Or, at alex if the glue trap dosen't work."

Okay,,

> You lift up one of the hefty monitors. As soon as you do, he's here. He barrels through the door.
> He's pale, muscle-toned yet thin and agile. Wearing that god damn bloodstained varsity jacket. Alexander Valentine growls, a mouth of oversized fangs grinning as his pupils dilate in their white irises when he catches sight of you. The contrast of the white against the blood red scleras makes you queasy. His contorted, bleeding, clawed hand tightens around his sledgehammer. 
> You never liked the facial hair.

> As he enters, the glue falls all over him.

"You SLUT-"

> You yelp as the monitor rapidly heats up in your arms, smoking. You quickly huck it at the window.
> The monitor explodes into blinding white flames, and so does the other computer. Images of a wolf skull flash throughout your mind as the flames devour the room.

> You tuck the scissors into your belt and quickly run past Alex and into the children's section of the library.

• Me - "Wonderfully done Sarah! . Now, children's section, what can you see? What can we do to slow or stop Alex now?"

Just more computers, lots of books, um..
"Little pig, little pig..."

> The big bad wolf drags his claws on the wall as he regains his bearing, slowly approaching the children's section.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..

> You shakily grab your scissors and start putting distance between yourself and Alex.

• Me - "Deep breaths Sarah, you got this. . I want you to, carefully, use the scissors you have to try and short circuit some of those computers or monitors. That white flame seems to be special in some way. . If it possible, try to either block the door with them or get that fire to him in any way possible"

> You quickly run to the computers. There's around 8 of them. You stab the scissors into one of the monitors and it switches on-
> An image of a wolf skull manifests from the cracks in the screen. It seems to contort, to smile, irises appearing in the eyesockets.

[ECLIPSE]: Thank you for the music...

> You yelp, removing the scissors and hucking the monitor towards Alex. It pops, exploding into white flame that consumes the book shelves. He starts to walk faster.
> So you start to stab and throw faster.

[ECLIPSE]: The songs we're singin'...

> You've tossed three computers. The library is ablaze, the integrity of the building starting to crumble as Alexander starts to run.

[ECLIPSE]: Thanks for all, the joy we're bringin'...

> The wolf skull cackles as it appears on all the monitors.
> You see Alex running, and pick up a computer to throw. As you do, you see what looks to be moth wings appear behind Alex. And, as you throw the computer, another voice emerges.

[ECLIPSE]: Who could live without it? ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ I ask in all honesty!
[ECLIPSE]: What would life be?

> The monitor hits Alex and explodes, knocking him over as the ceiling crumbles down onto him, setting him ablaze. You can barely see a thing. All the remaining computers explode, turning the place into what's essentially a furnace.
> He screams. You don't. You remain. You marvel in the beauty.

[ECLIPSE]: Without a song or a dance, what are we? ┐('～`;)┌
[ECLIPSE]: So, I say, thank you for the music!~

[ECLIPSE]: For giving it to me!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆


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