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Finding a place to rest seemed like a good idea. Finley looked down at Trent, who was resting up against their leg. Poor kid seemed exhausted. They offered Trent a hand up as the rest of the group began mobilizing towards the bank, pulling him to his feet. A bank didn't seem like a bad place to hunker down, it was likely easy to defend if the group was to be attacked again. They only wished that the interior wasn't so...creepy. This was...a lot fancier than how Finn remembered banks, but at least the lobby had several long couches.

Finn put a hand on their friend’s shoulder, steering him slightly towards one of the couches. They assisted him in sitting down before sitting themself, on the floor, leaning their back against the armrest of the couch. Finn slowly lets out a sigh, resting their head back slightly and closing their eyes. They were starting to feel tired as well, stressed and strained from the crazy day.

This whole time, seemingly taking Trent's lead, Finn had been silent. Allowing the elder members of the group to make theories about where they were and plans on how to escape. None of this seemed...real still. Somewhere in their mind they were still convinced that the pair were only a short bus ride from home.

Slowly the lobby of the bank grew quiet, as several people began to rest and sleep. Finally Finn turned to Trent.

"You sh-should try to sleep, I can try to find you...some...some water if you'd like?

Trent groaned and rested his head in his hands. The lights in this place stung: everything stung. His head overflowed with static like a fountain. He just nodded at Finn’s suggestion and covered his eyes to block the light out.

“Yeah...that’d be nice,” Trent choked out.

Finn nods, standing slowly with a slight groan. Luckily water wasn’t hard to track down in the bank lobby, there was a top-loaded water cooler against one of the far walls. They walked slowly, quietly, not wanting to disturb the others or call attention to themself. Within a minute Finn returned, with a small paper cup full of water, offering it to Trent.

”Here. I c-can get you another...if you’d like.”

“T-thanks,” Trent said, taking the cup. He downed it in one gulp, shielding his eyes best he could as he drank. Then he crushed the cup in his hand and covered his face again.

“I’m gonna...try to get some sleep,” Trent said. “My head…” He slowly lowered his head to the white velvet of the couch and pulled a matching couch pillow over his face, also stark white.

”<Best get comfortable,>” Saint Jimmy whispered in his ear. ”<Seems like we’re gonna be stuck here a while.>”

“We’ll talk later,” Trent whispered. “Let me rest.”

Finley was going to question why Trent was whispering into his pillow face-shield, they...hadn’t bothered him by speaking...had they? With a sigh Finn picked up the crushed cup, finding a trashcan and returning to the water cooler. They figured he might still be thirsty when he woke up. Returning to the couch Finley gently put the cup on the floor, and sat down themself. They leaned against the arm of the couch, and takes a deep breath.




They...really didn’t know if they slept, or needed to sleep, but resting their eyes felt good.

But Finley began to dream, or maybe they were still awake and hallucinating. They were in the bank, just as before, looking down at their reflection in one of the gleaming floor tiles. Their face began to distort and stretch, the corners of their mouth up turning into an uncanny and inhuman smile. They couldn't look away as the smile stretched farther and farther, but their eyes...those weren't their eyes. And they looked so scared.

But their terror was cut short by a man screaming.

Finley jolted out of their episode, looking around the room with wide eyes. Oh. It wasn't just a random man screaming, it was Hagan. Finn frowned. Poor guy, he must have been having a nightmare. As Zoey and some of the others turned to Hagan to question him, Finn turned to Trent.

"Were you...able to s-sleep at all?" Trent’s eyes flickered open. His head hurt still, but less— it was bearable now. Groaning, Trent sat up on the couch and blinked hard in the fluorescent lights. This place felt so...sterile.

“Yeah,” Trent said. “I’m...feeling a little better now. You?”

Finn nods. “Yeah...I...I think I slept…”

They pick at their fingernails for a moment, slowly looking back to the floor. They lower their voice.

”H-hey Trent? Do you find it...weird? That these...people are...comfortable? With the idea they could be trapped in some weird city? Like this has happened to them before?” Trent looked around at the rest of the people in this room, slowly rising from their sleep, all of them supernatural from the looks of it. It was so strange to him how these people all seemed to know each other. It felt like he was in someone else’s story, like bit players in an Avenger’s movie or something.

“They seem to know a lot more about…what we are...than we do,” Trent replied. “At least we could learn some answers from them about how we ended up... like this.”

Finn nods back to their friend, looking towards the larger group. If they were going to survive...this, and get home, they would need help. They slowly looked in the direction of Stacey, who had begun to quietly play his guitar. For a moment they instinctively smiled, just barely. This sent a wave of panic through them, their face once again returning to it’s neutral expression. Finley looks down at their reflection in the tiles. At least their face looked normal.



i hope i get called gay







Finley was spiraling [i[fast[/i].

It was that smile, that awful awful smile. Something about it was so uncanny and yet so familiar. What if they smiled like that? The scene in front of them continued to dissolve with screaming and crying and bright orange tendrils, and yet Finley felt like they couldn't hear any of it. The blood rushing past their ears sounded more like a high pitched whine. Their vision continued to darken, tunneling, Finley unable to take a breath.

Slowly, muddled at first but gaining clarity, a voice filled their buzzing ears.

"You're freaking out. I get it, but now's not the time. You learn you can only have panic attacks in this place when there isn't something that's about to kill you."
Stacey


What was left of their awareness caught what the young boy with the guitar said to them. But all they could do was nod, still unable to look away. Buried under their fear and anxiety was anger. Anger that their feelings had taken control of their body. It was...agony. Why did human forms feel such...strong emotions.

Finley barely acknowledged when their arm was taken, being lead away from the scene by the young boy. It was only then, when they had physically been turned away from what was happening, was Finley about to exhale a shaky breath, thankful that he was helping them. Slowly Finley regained their awareness, the girl with the beanie...Isla? She was helping Trent. Finley frowned, he looked really roughed up.

After a few paces Finley was able to support their own weight more and more, but still kept their arm around Stacey. As much as physical contact was...strange, they felt if they tried to walk on their own they would drift away. They needed the tether right now.

Even as the small group left the scene Finley could hear the screaming and crying.

The mourning. It made them feel dizzy.




As the two groups...regrouped Finley remained very quiet. No longer stiff or hyperventilating, just quiet with their eyes locked on the pavement below their feet. Finley had nodded to the boy with the guitar, and mouthed a silent thank you, but wandered away from him slightly, mostly to stand near Trent. He looked...really bad. This place...had to have a hospital...right?

The other survivors reunited, hugging and crying. Finley stood frozen, eyes averted, feeling guilt they knew was unearned. ANd yet they still felt it.

"... When Caelea was killed, the Hound didn't show up."
Odessa


Finley blinked, confused. They hadn't exactly been handed a guidebook on the extra normal when...everything started happening. And they were starting to feel more and more lost. Finley, without looking up, spoke with their soft and wavering voice.

"W...who's th...the Hound?"







The ground shifting from the explosion almost knocked Finley off their feet.

They stabilized themself, struck with horror as they once again saw the shadowy Apparition. But not only that, spotted some of the other survivors from the lifeboat. The bright orange barrier was able to protect the group closest to the blast, and luckily the other group was far enough away to avoid debris.

Finley braced themself, eyes darting around looking for a place to hide, anticipating the beast to charge again but then...it started crying. And Caelea said something to the creature, something Finley couldn't quite make out.

They turned to the small group that had gathered, their attention then turning to Trent, making sure their friend was going to be safe. The woman in the robe offered to distract the Apparition while the others hid. While Finley hadn't been introduced to her, they figured if she was offering to be the bait she must be pretty powerful.

"Let's t-try to get behind a c-car or wall or some-"

Finley didn't finish their sentence, as Caelea getting torn in half and the ensuing screaming cut them off. Finley starred at this gruesome scene with wide eyes, unable to look away. The blood, the screaming, the way the Apparition climbed inside Cealea, the knitting closed of wounds. It was too close to home. It was too recent. It dredged memories from Finley's mind in a way that made their stomach cramp and their legs tremble.

The memories of the car accident, of the crying girl inside. It was a mistake.

The way Caelea...no not Caelea...the Apparition smiled.

Was that...was that what they were? A monster?

Finley began to tremble, still unable to look away from the bloody scene, any thoughts of hiding completely erased from their mind. Completely immobilized as they began to hyperventilate.







Someone was approaching. Finn took an anxious glance over their shoulder, but relaxed slightly when they recognized this person. A bright yellow beanie is easy to remember. She had been on the lifeboat, she pulled the release on the ship and took a nap for the rest of the voyage.

Her observations on Trent's condition worried Finn, but before they had time to try and...flip him over or something, the girl in the beanie was speaking again.

“I’m Isla, by the way. Pretty fun all this almost dyin' and waking up surrounded by ghost wean- children, aye?”
Isla


Oh shit. Oh shit she was talking to them. And...smiling at them? Isla was...cheery to say the least. Something about her tone of voice and smile reminded Finn of a camp consoler or a train attendant. Extremely happy sounding despite the oddly dark things she was saying. Finley blinked, trying to look less confused. They tried to smile, but it looked completely forced, the corners of their mouth twitching slightly.

"I'm Finley and uh...yeah...today has just been...uh full of surprises..."

Their attention turned back to Trent as he began to awaken, coughing and sputtering. Their relief very quickly turned to anxiety as he began to cry. Finn looked around nervously, they didn't know how to comfort someone who was crying. But they couldn't just...ignore him. Leave him to suffer and feel alone. After a moment of hesitation Finley reached out, brushing the dust off his back as he rolled over. Direct contact with someone was...hard...for Finley, but they couldn't not attempt to comfort their friend.

"Hey...hey now...it's okay...we just...we gotta find a police officer...or a bus station. We can't be far from home..."

Another person was fast approaching, and luckily again it was someone Finn recognized from the lifeboat. The tall blonde, but Finn couldn't remember her name, or even if they were given her name. Regardless they were thankful when she arrived and took the time to help up Trent. Shortly after the young man with the guitar found the small gathering of survivors, and he commented on how cold he felt. Finley frowned slightly, he...really did look cold.

Finley looked around at the small group, picking anxiously at their chewed fingernails.

"If...if anyone else...s-survived the crash...we should find them...and then find somewhere to...warm up."







Finley listened silently to the others on the boat. One of them, the tall blonde, seemed quite confident in how to defeat this creature. And with the ship moving towards the coast, things seemed to be just fine.

And then things were very not fine.

With their poor eyesight Finley didn't even see the monster move before suddenly the ship was being blown to bits. Finley soared through the air a moment, reeling from the crashing sound, before slamming into the ocean. In a way, this was almost funny. Not ten minutes ago they were clinging to a railing, terrified about drowning. They had even tried to convince themself that drowning wouldn't be that bad.

But they were right about one thing, this body did not know how to swim. Legs kicking furiously through the water, hands desperately chopping through the rough waters. But no amount of flailing helped. They only got a small gasp of air, half of which was salt water, before the waves crashed over their head.

Finn's eyes were burning as they slowly sunk, knowing the vague dark shapes in the water were the others who had tried to escape.

They finally exhaled, their last breath bubbling out of their mouth.

What was left of their consciousness heard the voice of a child. If they had any air left they might have laughed, hearing the voice of a child as they died would be a first.




And then Finley woke up.

They awoke with a groan. Their muscles hurt, and their stomach ached terribly, probably from swallowing sea water. Finn frowned. Their mouth tasted like salt.

Now...where were they? Finley sat up slowly, their head still aching. A city of some sort, not one they recognized. But what was more concerning was the gaggle of children. Finley felt a shiver run up their spine, but it was difficult to tell if this was from their dunk in the ocean or the creepy children.

Time to find their friend.

Finley focused a moment. Yes. They could feel where Trent was. For a moment they were thankful that he was a beacon. They slowly stood up, wobbling slightly as they found their land-legs. After taking a moment to point themself in Trent's direction, as well as take a few shaky breaths, Finley activated their abstraction and vanished from sight.

Feeling more comfortable once they were invisible, Finley began to make their way to Trent, the tall grass they were in parting around them.

Eventually they spotted Trent, laying facedown in the dirt. Finley ceased their abstraction, becoming visible again, as they kneeled next to Trent, jostling him slightly.

"Hey...Hey Trent? You...okay?"







Finn was finally able to get a few, deep, breaths in as the boat hit the water. There was no time for a panic attack, they weren't out of the woods yet.

The stragglers made their way to the lifeboat in a variety of creative ways. A woman in a robe, with vines sprouting from her arms, as well as a tall blonde woman. Riding on a chunk of ice came Caelea, and given process of elimination the girl with the blue in her hair must be Zoey. Finley found themself relaxing slightly, despite all the strangers. Many of them seemed to know each other, and the lack of panic made it seem like everyone was accounted for. All they had to do now was get to shore, but how hard could that be? Finley hadn't spotted this boats oars yet, but was sure that they were just stashed under the seats or something.

“Where’s Lilith!?”
Penny


Oh...maybe someone was missing. Finn picked anxiously at their fingernails. For a moment they felt...guilty? That themself and their friend were able to escape the sinking ship with only...minor issues. Well...the minor issues were about to become a bit more major.

But Finley's attention was quickly pulled to the sinking of the ship they had just been on, as well as the horrifying creature that emerged from the wreck. Their eyes widened, unable to look away from the smokey creature. Their jaw clenched, muscles locking up in fear. Finley felt their blood run cold, well...colder than normal.

"... Not this fucking thing again,"
Zoey


Again? Again? She had seen this monstrosity before?

The boy with the guitar suddenly leapt up, rushing towards the front of the boat. Moments later the boat's engine roared to life, and the boat was gaining speed.

All of this was a little too much for Finn to handle. So, almost instinctually, they flickered and vanished from view. Well...not completely. People within arms reach of Finn could see a slight ripple in the air, but they were pretty hard to spot.

Finley looked in the direction of Trent, or at least his slightly blurry outline, and after a moment, spoke.

"Wh-what are we gonna do Trent?"







Finley had squeezed their eyes shut, trying to come to terms with what was about to happen to them. Drowning couldn't be the worst way to go...right? And maybe if they were lucky they would hit their head on the way down. They could feel the tremble in their arms, the slow slipping of their fingertips on the metal railing.

"Grab on!"
Trent


The voice of their friend pulled Finley out of their grim observations. They slowly opened their eyes, still squinting in the stinging sea wind, to see a chain dangling in front of their face. But it wasn't just a chain...it was...a weird chain? Finley's eyes traced up the chain, finding it's origin point in Trent's hand. No...not in his hand...but coming out of his hand? Trent hadn't told Finley about his abstraction, but this was not the time to be curious.

They took a shaky breath, begging silently to their arms not to give out now. With a tremble Finley pried one of their hands off the railing, grabbing onto the chain and giving it a wrap around their wrist, hopefully a safety net incase they let go. Yeah, a broken wrist would suck, but drowning would suck more. Once they felt secure in the chain they let go of the railing, the chain swinging with the momentum. Finley fought the urge to hyperventilate, free swinging over the edge, only being held up by their friend and their own weak arms, was absolutely terrifying.

After a few anxious stutters Finley tried to speak.

"O...ok...I'm..."

But was only able to squeak out that as the chain was suddenly being hoisted up. If this situation wasn't so dangerous, it would almost be funny. Finley felt like a worm on a hook, or a shitty prize in a crane machine. It didn't take long for Finley to be lifted up and into the lifeboat, falling to the floor of the lifeboat, just thankful to have something solid beneath their feet. They squeezed their eyes shut and gasped for a moment, unable to hold back the panicked breathing now that they were 'safe'.

In between gasps for air Finley was able to struggle out a thank you in the direction of Trent and Hagan. Trent had saved them, but it was obvious the two smaller teens wouldn't have been able to do it on their own.







Finley was still slightly dazed from their smack to the head, and things were moving very quickly. They watched as Trent booked it to the lifeboat, pushing Caelea aside as he did so. The shorter woman had turned to the newcomers, told them to trust her, and then hurried off to find the others. Someone telling Finn to trust them was a red flag, but the bigger red flag was the continuous shockwaves rocking the vessel.

They tried, and struggled, to stand, their knees shaking and buckling like a newborn fawns. Why were physical bodies so damn...clumsy? Finley clung to the railing of the ship for support, still trying to hobble their way to the lifeboat.

Keeping in theme with things happening way too quickly, a few more newcomers joined the scene. A young woman sporting a yellow beanie and a Scottish accent, and a young man clinging to a guitar case who looked terribly upset. There was no time for formal introductions, or even to make observations beyond this point. There wasn't even time for Finley to rebuke the 'kids' comment Caelea had made before she hurried off. As Hagan was noticing something that sent dread through Finley.

"... Are we moving or is that just me?"
Hagan

And they were...and very quickly a slight slide became the boat snapping in half. Finley hung onto the railing for dear life. Legs dangling through the freezing air. Even in just the few moments they had held on they could feel their arms shaking, their body not built for holding their own weight.

Terribly, dizzying, panic set in as Finley looked down into the dark, churning, waters below. They weren't even sure if they had ever swum before, no less in freezing ocean water. Finley felt themselves locking up. Their eyes looked up towards where the lifeboat was, they couldn't be more than five feet away from the lifeboat, and the others clinging to the deck. But there was no way they would be able to vertically monkey bars up that high.

"I...can't pull myself up!"

I don't want to die again.
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