Mr. Grossmann (
dont_turn_around) wrote2012-10-16 12:45 pm
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The Forest

The woods are
The mist has not lifted.
The trees are still.
There's not so much as a bird singing or a fox trundling through the undergrowth.
Even the paths seem to lie in waiting.
Deep in the forest is The Tree.
If you think you know where it is...you don't.
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It's a fight for Olivia to keep her breathing steady.
Nothing you do will help.
It's not a fight she's sure she ought to win, either. Fear is the trigger; fear takes her back to her few scant memories of Jacksonville, fusing tight with whatever the Cortexiphan sought to unlock. But fear so quickly turns to paralysis, to powerlessness, and Olivia can't handle either of those with any sort of grace.
Each shaky breath fades into the fog. Her flashlight doesn't penetrate more than a couple feet in front of her.
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It makes your heartbeat sound like a drum in your ears.
It makes your breathing seem as loud as thunder.
Anyone could find you.
devised and directed by hisred right hand
Anyone.
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At the moment he stays near Olivia as she holds the light and has his sword unsheathed and ready at hand.
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"Where are the birds?"
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"Probably far away from here. Smart birds," Dani observes.
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Except us.
The flashlight beam wavers. She shuts her eyes, trying to relax, trying harder to remember.
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miles to go before you . Ⓧ . Ⓧ . Ⓧ
in that sleep of death what may come?
There was a path there before.
Wasn't there?
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"We need to make a torch an find 'em. Tis just a forest."
He sheathes his sword and draws his knife to search the ground to find out where others have passed before. No one can walk through a forest and not leave some sign.
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Her flashlight's become useless in the mist -- all it lights up is a white wall of fog -- but Olivia can't bear to turn it off. She falls back to let Will do his work, shoulders rising and falling as she stares off into the trees. The fear feels like it's taking a physical shape inside her, rushing through her limbs to sap her strength. Quickly, she shuts her eyes again to reign in the worst of it.
She is not powerless, she tells herself. The Slenderman is the one who's powerless.
The only weapon he has is the exact thing that will make her stronger.
(It's all right, Olive.)
Drawing one final breath, bearing down with all her mental might, Olivia opens her eyes -- and gasps aloud, rearing back a step before she can catch herself.
(To everyone but her, the landscape is completely unchanged.)
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She goes ghost, and lights up a flare of ectoplasm in one hand. That, combined with her own ghostly aura, don't provide a whole lot of illumination. But it's a little helpful.
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Barely hearing Enzo, Olivia turns her head from side to side, taking in the bright stutter-skip of the glimmering trees. It's -- she can't quite describe it, but it's almost as if it doesn't have the same resonance as the glimmer around the Brayson Place Hotel. (Or around Peter.) It makes sense, she supposes. Milliways isn't the Other Side, but it's still a completely different universe from her own.
And as far as her ability's concerned, she's surrounded by objects that don't belong.
Olivia grits her teeth on an incoherent noise of frustration. Come on, she urges silently -- to herself, to her powers, to the Cortexiphan still floating in her bloodstream, who the hell knows. I'm linked to Milliways right now. I'm not linked to home. Show me what's different.
Nothing happens at first. Then, slowly, like air leaking from a balloon, the glimmer begins to fade from the trees.
No. Not all of them.
Far in the distance, a blurry light still dances.
"It's over there," she says, low, and strides toward it without a single glance backward.
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She has a focus about her and as soon as she starts moving he gestures for Ami and Enzo to go.
He'll take up the rear since even though there are things very wrong with this forest, it's still a forest.
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As they move closer, the twisted silhouette of the tree becomes much more apparent.
Worse, so does the glimmer: it's taken on a sheen like oily, brackish water, shivering in violent patterns that make bile rise in Olivia's throat.
Quietly, to Will: "I think we're about another fifty feet out."
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The silhouette reminds him of the great twisted oak in Sherwood, but that's a noble tree who watches over all. This one doesn't care for anyone,
"Will 'ave to watch for when we're under its branches. They'll stretch far."
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She douses the green light around her hand, since she'll need both hands to wield the sword. Unfortunately nothing can be done about her ghostly aura; not unless she goes invisible or shifts back to her human form. Neither of these is a viable option right now.
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One could make the case that it could even be deadly.
Now being one of those times.
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Twenty.
Olivia clicks off her flashlight -- there's enough ambient light from the others that she can still make out the glimmer just fine -- and reaches for the canister strapped to her waist.
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He mouths a prayer to Jack Green and watches the tree and Dani and Enzo.
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