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[hr][CENTER][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/g4z9cgxmer7.jpg[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Senior Dance, ARC Center - PRCU[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]Dance Monkey #4.091:[/b][/COLOR] [I][url=https://youtu.be/mgJ8BZi3vTA?si=5k71KwJMEQD3ymDB]Emergency[/url][/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I][color=94b9ff]Cleo Boyd[/color] [sub][@spicykvnt][/sub][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5560075]Turn it off[/url][/I][/right][/SUP]
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One does not fear the wave until they feel the water hit.

Immanuel’s hands held a tight grip upon the porcelain before him, he felt the weight of the world sink his head beneath the water once again as it had reached its maximum. The music could not have been louder as it drowned out the thoughts in his brain and the rest of the planet at large. But there, within the consistent cacophony of all that exists bombarding his ears, there was something different. A noise that defied the expected nature one would expect from within a dance such as the one he endured in the present. One in which despite his experience he could not zero in on, a noise which encompassed what one would imagine from the likes of a bird but to a magnitude he could tell was much larger than the avian body. 

He tried to push the noise away, to drown it out with the rest of the world, maybe the drinks had finally started to intoxicate his mind. Immanuel looked into the mirror once more, and with but a final pat down of his clothes and single buttoning upon his jacket, the man made his way back upon the dance floor. Once again taking in the force of the noise many human bodies can produce as he slithered his way back through the boisterous crowd of partygoers. Although the forefront of his mind was plagued with ever-present exhaustion the party burdened upon his psyche, the back far reaches of his consciousness could not drop the noise he heard while bunkered within the bathroom. It seemed to follow him, even as he made his way onto the fringes of the dance floor it was there, the initial low flapping of wings grew as what he could only interpret as it approaching the A.R.C. from whatever far bounds it took off from. It was too loud to match the likeness of anything he had heard in his time, and as those wings reached their peak above the A.R.C., Immanuel could only wonder, [i][color=A24857]what the hell is that nois–[/color][/i]

Before but a thought was given the freedom to fully form, his world had been shaken leaving his legs to stumble as a noise likened to a thunderous clap of lightning struck the building in which he stood. This time he was not the only one to be affected by such a noise, the deafening music had come to a stop along with the loud voices of the senior class as every eye was directed toward the noise. Immanuel's own eyes pinpointed the source as he watched as if the claws of a demon had ripped the metal walls of the building he occupied. His ears heard the pitiful cries of the steel wall screeching and squealing beneath the thing's grasp, this hiss of live wires severed and snapping of electrical currents going off followed in its wake. [color=A24857]”What the fuck!”[/color] The words dropped from his mouth almost instinctually in but a whisper. The fleeting moment of silence in the crowd was short-lived bliss as the screams of abject terror filled every facet of his mind and every corner of the A.R.C.

[i][color=A24857]Cleo. Lucas. Fuck![/color][/i]

Immanuel planted his feet firmly upon the ground, his eyes bore witness to whatever satan spawn climbed noisily through the hole it created upon the bounds of the A.R.C. He watched as the thing blew its crackling breath upon the exits he yearned to approach. Although noise from the speakers that blew music but mere moments ago brought him to his knees, the shouting and screaming from all those he had previously witnessed having one of the best nights in their waking lives was a new beast that ravaged his ears. 

Why must have God forsaken them?

Immanuel clenched the fist he held at his side into a ball, his cochlear hairs irritated at the sound of grinding enamel upon enamel as teeth grit at his redirection of focus. Immanuel’s mind had shifted away from only hearing in a radius around him to that of seeking the voice of those none other than his teammates. His mind searched and waded through the sea of screeching that passed into his ears for but a hint of their voices. Immanuel’s mind scoured for the loud candor Cleo wore every day, he searched for her benign cadence against the overpowering majority as he forced his way through the crowd, elbowing and shoving his way through the rushing mass of students in a vain attempt to find them using his eyes as well. Immanuel felt the ever-familiar threat upon his mind on the horizon as once again he tried his best to zero in on his teammates' voices. His ears filtered through dozens of shouting voices for that of Lucas’s rough, often confused-sounding cadence. Although his search stood as mighty in its effort the results it provided were less than of use to him. 

The terror that filled his ears was too loud and to similar to search for them within. Although he could pick their voices out from betwixt the screams, he could not tell the difference between the bellows. He couldn’t seem to find a solid stream of thought as he pushed his way through to the table in which they had sat, finding naught but a scene surrounded by felled chairs and spilled cups. Immanuel stood trapped in the rushing wave of students attempting to travel away from the thing as he tried to push his way back into the eye of the storm. Immanuel was not going to leave a single one of them behind, even if it meant he had to push near that thing. While his eyes possessed the fortune of God to not lay witness to horrors spurred from the creature born of the womb of a devil, his ears were once again not afforded such a luxury. Utterances spouted from the maw of the creature were akin to esoteric shouts against his mind, as his body pushed against the flow of terrified students. The squelching sound of blood squirting free and the elastic snap of each muscle fiber tearing and snapping off a shattered bone only made his efforts into the crowd harsher and harsher in his advancement. With trembling hands, he made his way through the students, the effort to continue his ultimately futile advance propped up by the fact Lucas and Cleo could be among the ones trapped in the back. His footing while once strong in his stride slightly faltered as he heard the utter massacre ahead. Sound of bone crushing and collapsing beneath the skin, the muscle being ripped from muscle, the fibers snapping lose in exposed stumps where body parts once lay, the ripping of skin tearing as that monster eviscerated the people before it, the mortality beckoning sound of a heart beating out its last drum, and synapses snapping out their last thought as one’s life enters the great unknown marred his ears in a gutter symphony to an audience of but one.

Somewhere within the A.R.C. gunshots rang out, and the echo cast right into his ears as Immanuel felt a tremble in his knees. The same ears rang with a ferocity not yet seen, but yet he pushed on. His head burned with the pain like a bullet had hit him instead of what he assumed it had been aimed at. A fiery cast of embers seared his mind like a youngster had lit off a firework within it. And yet he grit his teeth and continued. Immanuel continued even through the exasperated scream that made his ears ring just a bit louder, he could feel the pain in the scream, and although he did not possess a set of powers like Cleo the sorrow still rang loud in the lamentation of the woman. But finally, even through the shilling sound of screeches ringing throughout the A.R.C., the brutality of whatever the thing was slaying his fellow man, and the ringing that plagued his ears. He caught it. Through the static he caught but a glimpse of Cleo’s voice seeping through the noise. It was low and lasted for but a second in the continuum of time, yet in that moment he caught the grasp that he was trudging in the right direction.

With a newfound pump of adrenaline right into his body, Immanuel pushed his body through the running mass. His hands shoved those preventing his advance in the direction in which they were going before he finally emerged from the mass on the other side. The sight before his eye was one he wished to burn from his memory, the butchery both his senses had experienced left a knot in his stomach more gut-wrenching than any other he had felt. His eyes were cursed with the sight of bloodshed and carnage left in the wake of the thing before him, and before the Gods had the chance to take his soul as well that night the creature was absorbed into a hole that burst forth behind it as well as a girl it had gripped onto in it’s exit.

Immanuel fully took in the scene of abject chaos before noticing that of Cleo off to the side of where he stood. In but a moment he ran to her side and crouched down right beside her, embracing Cleo into a hug as the adrenaline only slightly subsiding from his body now that he knew she was safe, but as for Lucas his mind still ran rampant searching for the boy as he looked around the scene. [color=A24857]”Oh God, Cleo, are you alright?”[/color] His words stumbled if only for but a second as he still attempted to portray the facade of strength he wore, the same facade that stopped  Immanuel from giving the sign when he had felt overwhelmed before the bathroom, the same one that kept them exactly within this mess. [color=A24857]”Have you seen Lucas? I haven’t seen him… I didn’t hear him…”[/color] Immanuel released her from the embrace, stopping his slightly trembling hands. The words from his mouth were but a bit faster than his normal speech, a bit louder than how he usually was.

And as the whole room seemed to be laden with a cover of silence for the rest, the world had never stopped singing within his ears.
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