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  1. #331
    Smit

    The fire and the beat. It was right. It was together. It would collapse the walls of hell and set the world right. Smit knew this. For the first time ever he knew it would be love that saved the day. He could have stood there with Helena in his arms and that smile on her face as the walls tumbled around him. Let them burn. Let them fall.

    But Helena had her feet on the ground and as Smit got overwhelmed with a sensation he had never experienced her eyes told him there was more. If he did not let himself be buried by this rush there was more to come. Right as he saw that flick in her eyes he heard a yell from the shaft.

    NOW!

    Someone was inside waiting for them. Smit had to let go. He had to pull his beating arms away from her heat. A fear sprang up inside that when he did, he would never find that warmth again. They would fight the creeps that thought they could just leak into their world. They would bury them all. Then up in the sunlight things would look different. He would look different. Helena would go back to some University and study some art of some far off culture. Smit would be alone. Would she want him when they were done and she no longer needed him?

    Smit scolded himself for those thought at this time. Save her first you asshole he told himself as his hold on her loosened. Not letting go completely he took her hand and turned to the elevator. Within the beat inside he heard a softer drum that called him to run. It told him to keep fighting. To bring down the walls. To fight for Helena. Underground or above didn’t matter. Evil demons or routine boredom didn’t matter. It was worth the fights. All of them. The drums got louder again and he moved quicker, with his hand pulling Helena toward the escape.

    As he ran with her he looked back and yelled, “Call your fire back, sexy. Heat rises and we might need it to pull us out of here.”

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    Racheli

    Racheli’s legs scream in protest, Jason’s body bounced over her back, even as she was built to run long distances, it was made harder with an addition of the broken white knight slung over her shoulders. The bastard upstairs must have loved this, Rach thought sourly. His weight pushed her to the ground, slowing her down. Another shot of agony came rippling up her calf muscles into the upper leg and straight into her fear driven brain. The emotion fueled her body, whipping with her need to survive to put more energy into her running legs that skittered across the stone path towards the light ahead. A chuck of rock broke off and shattered at her right, nicking her with the broken fragments that flew from the fall.

    She noticed Jeanie’s head twisted about, turning into what Racheli though was one of oh shit before flipping back around. It seemed her body was struggling with the pace and there was little surprise, Jeanie wasn’t’ built to run. If Rach didn’t have Jason then she would have outstripped them both in seconds making herself pause just let them catch up, but that wasn’t the fucking case as the hairs the back of her raised grazed by something that swiped at her. Rach cursed, pushing her legs to widen the strides to the exit saddening bring her closer to the pair in a few moments even as her body seemed to hum inwardly, her breath heaved and deep panting hung in her pounding ears. Jeanie’s voice echoed out, crying out that they were coming even as the tunnel felt like it stretched farther than before.

    Almost there, unsure if Rach would make while her face looked down at her arms to see the skin of her arms washed over in orange light before turning to see the source ahead. A bright fiery bird with a long neck rose with outstretched wings, bracing against the ceiling that threatened to come crashing down with seemingly effortlessness while its flames made a dull roar that grew louder with every step taken to it. The rock in its wake seemed to hold. Heat wafted over them drawing her already sweating and grimy skin to sweat. Her body moaned as the needles became agitated from the closeness of the flames creating sounds like thin crackling ice at the temperature that seemed to melt their skin and crisp their outsides. It didn’t stop her. Racheli would rather burn, a quick and fast scorching death, then a slow painful at the ones licking at their heels making her drive onwards. Jeanie spoke, something about Roche pulling the waitress along as she closed her eyes like she mediating. A flash of anger raged in Racheli, her teeth pulled back in a snarl and eyes rolled that this was no time to do such.

    They were almost upon it, expecting to feel the melting of her skin and cooking of her flesh Rach closed her eyes accepting her would be death. It would never happen as her breath let out a cold frosty mist of cold, her teeth slightly chattering while the chill spread along her inside like ice. It soothed her burning muscles making them stiff while the tunnel crumbled around them. The side of the tunnel slanted, toppling down making the exit smaller. Racheli’s body curled with her hands traveling under her cargo, his form still breathing while she uncoiled the body flinging away from the building dust scooping out and around her back quickly engulfing her in the cloud.

    Silence…. as the cave’s rumbled died in her ears.

    Racheli couldn’t help the last thing she asked herself was the least expected: Did I make it?

    Gabby

    Gabby couldn’t stop it as much as she tried to. The walls seemed to have had a mind of their own, pulling to form back to what they once been in the past. Rumbling roared through her ears and tears streamed while she touched the wall, begging the rocks to listen and obey even on their hell bent course. Helena’s fire bird had burned the monster to ashes easily while its glow bathed her features in a gentle orange glow, like a fire heath on a cold day, piercing the darkness like some beacon of hope and safety to those left behind in its way to the others. Hurry…hurry….silently screamed Gabby; her voice gave out now while the dryness scratched at her throat. It stung.

    Her hands felt like they no longer could feel the tips of her fingers, the ends blackened and dead looking from all the energy she pushed into the cave in. Smit’s drum’s beat barreled into the tunnel, vibrations filled the tunnel’s floor while it bounced off the walls edges furthering the cracks in the walls by extending them and widening them. Like wind flowing down to the pits. She watched with wide eyes behind the group, the wiggling masses wormed and shifted after them like some dark flood that swallowed light. It reached with forming hands out to the stragglers, Racheli’s hair shifted with the close swipe breezing on the nape of the neck spurring her on. Jeanie looked as she was on the verge of collapsing; her mouth wide and panting, hands seemed to be holding her side in the heaves her chest made. Faster, Gabby cried panic in her eyes at the drawing darkness and the walls slowly closing in.

    A muffled sound echoed though the walls reaching in a soft whisper, killed by the sounds of Smit’s drums and the cracking of the tunnel falling apart. Gabby hadn’t seen the look Helena gave to the bird while she watched it come into view flying down the tunnel, following the curves easily without a problem towards them. Her breath seemed to stalled from the scene that unfolded before her while Helena’s phoenix out stretched its wings to stop her collapsing tunnel with the flames roaring along the ceiling drying any mineral rich sediment that dripped from the rocks above, bracing against the large boulders that fell away in chucks to the ground below. Maybe they would be safe after though Gabby with relief, flashing a brief smile at Helena filled with gratitude at saving them before turning back to slowing the cave in. Maybe they will make it out of this alive, maybe but the notion was shortly lived.

    Jeanie looked at Roche with her lips moving, saying something, while Roche gripped her and leading her along. Her feet never lost their pace while her eyes closed inwardly and focus. Their figured drew closer while something seemed off, the edges of where the phoenix’s flames danced and waivered seemed to be dampened. As if hitting something wet or drop in temperature while they ducked under for the exit. Something went wrong, Gabby’s heart dropped while the walls shook violently in a much worse turn with large cracks spinning out in the uneven surface quickly being large gapes. One half of the tunnel came crashing down abruptly dividing the path in half, creating a cloud of dust that burst out coating everyone in a smoke screen of debris. The force and cloud’s blinding substance plumed out strongest over the Chosen closest to the exit sending some knocked back those that hadn’t braced, coating the chosen’s eyes enough to sting and clog their lungs with crushed stone.

    Gabby’s body hit the ground a few feet back into the elevator, her side burned and likely bruised from the impact while it skidded a few rounds away. Her hand came about wrapping over what hurt in her stop while she groaned, being among the first to stir as the dust faded allowing her see a few shapes crumbled not far from her. Roche was already carrying Jeanie towards her, cradling her form while he entered. Her throat raw while she sputtered, coughing and choking on what tainted the air leaving her hand to push off the floor. Her body risen into an upright position, her legs curled underneath, blinking away the sting until her vision could see straight once more. Rubbing across her sooty face, cleaning the grim away, the tears dampened her hurting eyeballs before she slowly crawled to the nearest body.

    He was turned over curled in a ball with limps laying as he was toss, there seemed to be breathing, shallow and barely. The chest heaved up and down faintly. Her hand shook reached for the shoulder, sacred to find dead and foggy eyes staring back at her while she forced her hand to pull him about to face her. She let out a breath of relief at seeing Jason’s out cold face, his hair disheveled and dirty with a small trail of blood trickling down his forehead, and blood and grim made his face looking like he had been playing in a dirt pile. His flesh pale but that seemed the only thing wrong.

    “NOW!” Roche’s voice was harsh and demanding.

    Her head was dizzy and painful, her eyes jerked about to see Smit leading Helena through the shift’s entrance. That’s two she mentally noted, thinking all were inside the elevator she hit the lever to bring them back to the surface while the metal cage closed rattle upward. Gabby leaned against the side breathing heavily, her balance off even as the cage rumbled upward. She looked about and counting heads. Her face tighten in concentration while her eyes moved from one to another, mentally keeping track, shifting to the next one shortly before once more starting again. The number was wrong. It didn’t add up right while a panic pulled at her heart making her uncomfortable now fitting names to faces. Gabby became distracted and looked up to see it still the last of it rumbling, her black fingers pushed against the ground drawing her up to a wobbly stand against the elevator side that jerked. A loud metal screeching…twanging to break as the cable holding the metal cage gave, one thread at a time making the elevator violently rock side to side. They were going to fall right back down thought Gabby staring up at the ceiling of the elevator.

    It was then she heard something rattle overhead, something clawing its way up and across the roof, quick but the sound of rushing wings that stretched to block out the station’s light over head while the metal squealed from being held in a crushing grip. It was like nails on a chalk board to Gabby’s ears making her shove her hands over hurting ears and curling downward from what took ahold of the elevator then. The gears grinded against the force while the floor rocked, being ripped upwards to the surface while something growled above a low, dark rattle like some primal beast. The features hidden by the black shadows that swallowed the pitch black skin jagged with orange lines that pulse, the shape made crackling sounds like something moving up surface and eyes opened, silted pupils, glanced down upon them.

    Gabby felt the air in her chest stall. Her horror was short lived however as the creature…or whatever it was, jerked upwards pounding its wings against gravity. The narrow chest inhaled and pushed, lean muscles tugged and strained in its pull. Elevator rose, the breeze of wing beat rushed about the occupants while pushing them down pinning them from the pressure while if Helena’s phoenix had risen to the shaft and followed them its orange light would reveal a night black dragon. The tough hide had been riddled with hot veins of fire and needle like hairs; the rope like tail entangled in the grid and spiked head tossed back with its effort. If any managed to catch the creature’s glance, the iris flashed a familiar green blue before being swallowed by fiery red. Higher they rose until lamp posts flashed each chosen a grin filling the compartment with bright light, the desert’s night scene stretched out in front of them. The sound of crickets cracked the silence, undisturbed by the loud sounds. The metal cage now lodged on the surface tilting the occupants to one of its leaning sides. Only the quick rustling sounds of wings were heard before the creature vanished, melting into the night abruptly as if disappearing liked magic.

    Gabby blinked her eyes and feeling sore, her body currently tossed over Jason’s and likely someone else in the tussled. The cage tossed everyone about so it was hard to tell who was dog piling who. She pulled herself up to sit, her legs reflexively crossed over one another Indian style while her hand came to her head. Kneading the palm into the side, a small groan drew out and her eyes looked from place to another worried about seeing the thing that tugged them along come back for a snack. What seemed like minutes passed into a few hours on this side, bring the time to somewhere past sunset. Gabby realized she was on someone while she jumped up quickly nearly panting her face right back down into dirt on her sudden motion, head lightened by the change in position making her titter.

    Is it over? Is everyone alright?” her voice was groan while she tried to aid the nearest people up while not falling on her bottom herself.

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    There was rushing and running and lots of yelling. And that beating that wouldn't stop as long as Smit's hand was in hers. He pulled her with him, even as she looked back over her shoulder at her phoenix as the rocks crumbled down around it's flaming wings. She had at least saved Jeanie and the cop, she'd not seen the rest of them, but there was so much rushing, so much panicking, they could have well made it.

    Come to me.

    Come back to me.

    She leaned against Smit's chest once they had joined the others in the elevator, keeping the man who was afraid of small spaces close to her to reassure him that she was there with him, that he wasn't alone. Not that her reassuances were probably much with the creaking and the noises that were going on outside. Her flames had died down, only inside of her now, her hair back to it's old appearance. It felt heavy to her, even as they were jostled around. Like it might actually hurt someone if they were hit with it.

    Helena refused to look at anything, keeping her eyes closed, even as she could feel the heat rising from under their feet, pushing them up and up and up. Once it felt like they'd stopped moving she scrambled to be free of the tangle of bodies and be up in the free breathing air. She reached for Smit, to help him out as well. As she waited for him to take her hand she watched as her fire bird returned to her, gliding down as it rained ash around her, covering her fair skin in dark spots that looked ever so much like far too dark freckles. She sucked in a breath as the fire that was left burned itself along her skin, finding it's home back under the branding, back in her tattoo again.

    "We made it." Panting, she looked up at Smit and smiled, so glad to have made it with him. "Together," she murmured to him, kissing at his mouth softly, even as she was covered in ash that she just smeared against his own ash colored lips. Looking around she took in who was with them. "Where's Rach?" she asked when she realized who was missing. Not that she'd be heartbroken if the girl was gone, but still. They'd gone through so much together, it was at least within her to notice that she was gone. "Has anyone seen Rach?"

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    Roche

    Roche didn’t understand what was going on around him. He didn’t care. All he did was hold onto Jeanie. As the elevator shaft filled with light, rocked and shook he just closed his eyes and held on. From the very start of this mess he was certain he was not fated to make it through. Deep inside he was sure, absolutely positive, this was his end. What changed it? Jeanie did. Somewhere along the line she thought he was worth her effort. She was a Chosen but she choose him. Throughout his life training becoming a part of a team had been important. How many times had someone said, they had his back? But never, in his life, had someone taken all of him like Jeanie had. And he did still not understand why. He didn’t care. All he did was hold onto Jeanie.

    When finally the movement of the shaft settled and the ground below them groaned as if the earth was falling into itself, Roche carried Jeanie out of the metal cage. He didn’t look back. He wasn’t part of this misfit group. He was Jeanie’s. With determination he walked away from the others. He walked right out of the Pit. He left them behind. Jeanie was in his arms and he didn’t notice or care what became of the Lavender Pit. What happened to Bisbee didn’t matter either. Without stopping he was taking Jeanie where she belonged, to her kitchen, to her brownies. And he would be there never letting her go.

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    Smit

    It felt good. Smit felt strong. With Helena and her fire bird he really believed they would escape and save the world. Yes, him. The misfit Native who wandered aimlessly through the desert might actually do some good. Not that anyone would know. Not that he carried if they did or didn’t. Helena knew. Racheli knew. When the call was made Smit followed Helena back inside the steel box feeling so right he forgot he fear, for about a minute.

    When the elevator began to rumble and shake and move Smit clung to Helena. He closed his eyes and crouched lower to the floor. This could not be the end. He could not go from feeling like he had power to a shriveling slump on the floor. He fought the fright that crepted in. Instead he made himself watch Helena’s fire.
    She stood among them but as they all hid and tucked inside themselves trying to handle the jerking movements she stood taller. Helena opened herself unlike any of the rest of them. The fire around them was hers. It was easy to tell. It danced around her face and swirled through her hair. It circled her body and sparked her skin. Like a loving puppy it showered her with playful affection.

    As Smit watched his fear melted to amazement. She was more than spectacular. The fire that they all saw, that saved them, bowed before Helena and slid back into her soul. The fire that once filled the caves of the Lavender Pit was now back inside the woman whose fire Smit knew he would always love. Helena turned to him and kissed him letting him know they had made it together. He smiled and kiss her back. Pulling her from the inside of the box he hated he lifted her off the ground, up into the air, swung her around and yipped in a loud excited Yaqui Native cry.

    He had so much to tell her, so much Smit wanted to let Helena know. He hoped, prayed, and wanted to take her to a spot out in the desert and build a fire for her, show her the way he looked at the night stars, tell her of his flights with the sparks as they reached higher than he could ever be, let her feel the age of the sand and the wisdom of the cactus and then tell her he wanted her to have the life she dreamed of. He wanted her to reach for her own fire. And Smit would follow her where ever she felt she had to go. If her place was inside a museum surrounded by the steel of a city, he would be there. If she needed to take her camera and find the shots that burned inside her all over the world, he would be caring her bags. Smit wanted to tell Helena all of that.

    But as he celebrated he heard her ask of Racheli. Smit put her down and looked back to the elevator. The cop and Jeanie had left. He saw them go. Gabby was trying to help and wake Jason, who seemed to be in a pile, and the ground below them was beginning to rumble.

    He kissed Helena again and ran back to help Gabby out. It was very dark inside the shaft that saved them. Gabby limped a bit and seemed unsteady so he found a bench nearby to settle her on. Then taking a deep breath he went back into the small steel box and picked up the dead weight of Jason. Pulling him over his shoulder like a sack of feed he hurried and carried Jason out putting on the ground by Gabby.

    He looked back inside the elevator. How many times would his luck holdout and let him go in and out of the death trap box? He looked to Helena and then to the box. They had to check one more time. Smit winked to Helena took a deep breath and ducked back inside.

    He could not see well and he reached out to find the side walls and search the floor when the ground began to shake violently again. The box rocked and titled shaking Smit to the ground.

    "Rach!" Smit shouted, "You better be the fuck in her and then get the hell out."

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    His kisses where like a little fire of their own, sparking something inside her. When he pulled away from her, setting her on her own feet again, she just stood still, a little dizzy looking, and watched him pull Gabby and Jason out. Here he was, able to run from this, flee with her away from all of this, and he was still helping out. Still doing good and rescuing those he could. She felt her smile grow, and then quickly disappear. He was going back in, going after what she could only assume as the hope that Rach was in there still. But she wasn't. Helena knew that, knew that now, she could feel that in her bones. There had only been so many of them in that lift, and Rach hadn't been among them.

    Her feet moved without her brain telling them to, bringing her, painfully slowly, to the lift again. She hadn't been far away, but right then it felt like miles between her and Smit. The ground beneath her feet rumbled and she staggered for a moment, watching in total horror as the metal box that he so feared, that he'd gone back into without a second thought, started to tilt away from her, shifting down and back into the depths of rocks she'd just pulled him from.

    She would not let him go again, she would not let him be taken from her again. It'd only been a day that she'd known him, only a few hours really that he had been gone from her. But she would not go through that again. They could not have him. Either she pulled him out or she went down with him. There were no other options.

    "Smit!" she called, peering into the darkness and praying to whatever gods would listen would help her save him, help her bring him back to her. "Smit please, she isn't in there." There was a desperation to her voice, making her sound so much younger than she really was. Finally her eyes landed on him and she reached in, holding her hand out to him. "Take my hand and don't you dare even think about letting go." She felt his warm skin against her own, wrapping her hand around his and pulling him out to her.

    When he was out, when he was free of what would have surely been a death trap for him, she wrapped her arms so tightly around him, unwilling to let him go at all. "We are staying together," she murmured, mouth against his neck. "I cannot do this without you." She lifted her head, wiggling her nose to get her glasses back into place as she looked at him. "You are not leaving me again, do you understand that?" With that she pushed up on her toes and kissed him firmly, claimingly. He would know what she felt right then, without reserves or questions.

    Together.

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    Gabby

    Helena’s question, noting the one gone, made Gabby’s stomach turned. She bore though the wiggling of her abdomen, the discomfort that wormed in and out while her head darted about looking for that familiar grumble of ‘fuck’. So far, Smit and Helena, Jeanie and Roche; and Jason and her were all that seemed to have made it. There seemed to be no trace as Gabby turned her attention on the only one she could: Jason. Pausing a moment, she spied motion out of the corner of her eye.

    Smit suddenly jumped, kissing Helena as she did him, feeling the sense of living though a nightmare. He pulled her from the box into the desert sand, her feet lifted from the ground in a full swing about like some Hollywood movie with his voice ringing out in a loud cry of victory. It would seem like it could go on forever if not for her mention of Rach. The black man placed Helena down gently, his eyes followed Detective Roch carrying Jeanie’s smiling face into the ‘sunset’ like some hero bring his damsel home at last. Gabby had never seen Jeanie glow like that. The woman’s face seemed like a second sun in its warmth and strong joy, almost mesmerizing in its appearance from around Roche’s arm staring at him. Her attention had turned to Jason then.

    The elevator trembled in protest, rattling in her ears that made her heart scared about what might happen. Her form rested at his side with her hands roughly shaking Jason making his shoulder jerk, his body almost motionless while she was expecting the metal box to give out from under them any moment. Another screech of metal and low rumble made her body tense up, her head turned to see Smit coming towards them. Didn’t he realize what was happening, she thought as he drew closer putting his hands out to balance while making his way to them even in the lack of light pouring into the holes. It wasn’t hard to see the dark skin that fluttered underneath each faint beam. Gabby hadn’t realized her anxiety, breath had stalled in her chest and held at each step seemed to increase the weigh bore by the box. It moaned like a dying thing.

    He arrived, bending and allowing her arm to slide over his neck while his hand aided her rise to her feet. The ankle, less swollen, still hurt like hell seemed to throb with rapid and embedding pain each time she applied pressure causing her to winch each time. Her teeth bit her lips to stop the scream from rushing out. Slowly as time seemed to take its time dripping from the hour glass, so did the track back though the box as Gabby was pulled towards a bench before Smit released her, turning about to move once more in.

    What was he doing? Gabby thought as she saw shortly what Smit was after, Jason slung over his shoulder right back out. He was getting everyone out as he pulled over to her, resting Jason beside her with a heavy grunt at last. He looked over to the box and even Gabby understood what went through his mind. How many more times before it fell was the question on his mind, it was even on hers while he seemed to ignore the increase of groaning steel before winking at Helena and breathing deep enough to push himself back in. Her navel turned itself inside out while eyes looked for any sign of give traveling upwards, her hand pressed into the ground even though she was afraid her ability was completely drained from her Gabby held a bit of hope there was enough if she needed to help. Higher her vision went to the top noting the damage along the way. The frame looked mangled especially up top as if two large hands had gripped them and jerked them higher, her mind came to the memory of grinding metal making Gabby squint at the damage as if looked for the reason or something more.

    Gabby’s face paled. Smit’s shout echoed though the box, the metal container shifting and wailed at the reaction with a loud grumble. A warning it was about to give. Feeling the need to say something, her heart racing at the idea of Smit- not that he still didn’t fright her a bit- plummeting to his death seemed horrifying to her while Helena raced to him,” GET OUT OF THERE! NOW!”

    Gabby felt her heart stop. The scene like some terrifying movie, the hero falling to his death leaving the one he fought for seeing it all end. Her eyes wide, unable to help with her body frozen with horror while Helena seemed to be the only fast enough to reach screaming and pulling him up with echoes of the metal box falling away. For what seemed a span of time beyond measure, they hung there with undetermined fates and Gabby’s mind wondered to the worse possibility that they would be lost to the abyss below forever. Slowly, painful so Helena pull him up taking the dark man back to the surface at last. A breath of relief while Helena scolded him about his recklessness and Gabby warmed at the sight, knowing they were part of another. Now more than ever she didn’t want to linger here anymore. Jason had finally stirred, his eyes wide to the new scene while he groan into consciousness making Gabby smile. It only took a moment or two, her promise to explain it later before he simply nodded and became her leaning cane to walk beside Smit and Helena far, far away that horrid place.

    Never again… Gabby believed it was all over, her body hobbled beside him to never think of it again.

    Racheli

    She watched them with sharp eyes, her body hidden from sight while her claws dug into the desert dirt waiting for them come out of the elevator. Muscle felt a slight burn to them, faded from overexertion that it felt like dying flames were living on her new body’s frame while her thin whip tail flickered back and forth. Heaving from the power of her adrenaline rushing through her chest, the forearms twitched and danced with the rushing energy even as the black hard needle scales glistened with her sweat giving a sheen of gloss though the onyx coloring while her mind stood restless in the wait.

    The first two to emerge naturally came the cop and the timid as hell waitress, her pump figure cradled in the older man’s arms. Rach scoffed though her flaring nostrils wafting heated breath in white mists upon the air while her ass planted, the tail curled up about the legs moving with a mind of its own creating thread trails in the sand. She managed to dim the hot wounding cracks of red lines running rampant along her form’s body to barely a glow that lit up her features giving her a eerie look of a demon, added by the curved horns a top her head that curved about her lengthen jawline of her under bite mouth.

    The couple naturally went their own way, the first to break from group allowing her eyes to follow them admiring and slightly jealous at Jeanie’s happiness, knowing the other half of her was buried beneath the pit never to be seen again, before turning back to those reminding. Shoving the pain away, Rach felt her eye roam over a hyper Smit rushing out of the box- remembering his discomfort from being trapped in the restaurant- with no surprise Helena beside him. Racheli knew what was coming as her largemouth opened and yawned, bored with the sights of cupid shooting his damn arrows willy nilly bring her to lay on her belly unable to tear herself from the scene until the last pair showed. Her ear flickered to her name.

    This wasn’t what she had fucking hoped, Rach felt a nasty feeling of dread seize her insides while Smit turned to the elevator. He wasn’t supposed to care about her wellbeing. Not in the least, not after everything and she cursed him for being that way.

    Rach saw the tremor, signs of the weakening hold she felt nervous as he the remaining two out. First helping a hobbling Gabby to a bench, her foot still failed to support her weigh as she babied it and then pausing to Helena before once more rushing in. Each time it sounded like it would fall down into the pits blow never to return, the shuddering of strain metal and squealing of its efforts to remain up were clearly ticking down the time. Rach’s body rose at the shout of her name, sending a metal snap of her voice into the man’s head feeling for a moment like one of his own bullets pressed into the brain.

    I’m not… so get the fuck out of there, came the response inside Smit’s head, before I dragged your ass out again! The damn elevator was fucking heavy the first time and I doubt the hell its change much with less of you in it!

    It was too late as the last bit of the strength gave, bring the thing crumbling down with screams of screeching metal sparking along the path it came with Helena hanging onto him for dear life. The hard frame friction crashed and swooshed out as billows of dust erupted out from the entrance with an ear deafening hiss. Marking its tomb as it were, in its plummet downward over hell’s gates seemingly like the end of it all but deep down, Rach knew it had only began. The thing that mattered most was they were safe as Helena kissed the guy with sickly sweet abandonment and chided like some fucking child that it slight amused Rach to watch. Unable to face them in her current form, her sight followed them as the last of the chosen made their way from the place to leave their nightmares behind until nothing reminded. For them at least.

    *****

    When they were gone her body moved from its statue like perch into the light of a dying lamp post revealing a lithe dragon walking on her fours with wings pulled close to her predatory body like a large cat in silence. It was the very creature that pulled the elevator up and out of the pit itself. Eyes hovered over the slightly crumbling hole for a moment taking in the feeling of being watched, sensing something not right before turning to see a familiar figure clip clopping his way from the darkness into the surface forcing her to back away. Red eyes met the heat of her hateful ones before a body flinched and uncoiled, bring a glint of claws out to slice at cause of her appearance. Puck simply held up a hand as his defense. Blood spurted across the ground painting the warm colored surface with red spatters, quickly soaking into it followed by the heavy thud of something collapsing.

    A loud inhuman roar, fill with pain, echoed off the desert scene vibrating until it faded into the sky abruptly cut off.

    It was merely the beginning...

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