Due to unforseen circumstances can't post the full fic during the posting schedule for @st-fromthegrave-minibang. But I do have a secret little teaser, of what I've been working on. As te bang suggests it's focus is about a character/characters that died in canon.
'ā¦. You will build for me, build an army'
'ā¦ā¦ The wave was 7ft ā¦.. she was so proud ā¦. She was really pretty ā¦ '
'ā¦ā¦ No ā¦. Not alone ā¦. Weā¦'
'ā¦. Danger ā¦. Not safe ā¦..'
' ā¦. Weak ā¦. Need ā¦. Move ā¦.. yes ā¦ get safe ā¦'
Slowly he becomes aware of his body, his muscles feel stiff and he's chilled to the bone. He must have slept in his car again, no that's not right. It's summer it shouldn't be cold out, shit is he late for work?
The sudden voice makes him stagger and nearly trip over his feet. Wait, was he walking? Why is walking? Where is he? A cold shiver wrecks through his body causing him to bump into a rack of yellow hazmat suits. Where the fuck is he?
'ā¦ Climb the ladder, quickly'
He tries to stop walking and tries to talk, but his mouth is ashen and dry. Shivers run down his spine as anxiety and dread pool deep with his stomach as he finally gets a good look around. He's in some sort of access tunnel, based on the concrete covering everything, from the floor to the ceiling. He must be trapped under the mall. As his eyes adjust better to the darkness, illuminated only by a few flickering fluorescent light in a yellow glow, with a single red light flashing in a rhythmic sequence, he sees the cage ladder.
He viciously recoils and stumbles back in horror as he remembers a similar voice telling him to build. His stomach violently churns as he bends over and dry heaves. The memories of all the people that voice made him kill, it hits him like a freight train. He doesn't want to kill more people for the monster in his head. Didn't he stop it? It tired to kill one of Max's friends ā¦.
" ā¦. Oh godā¦ Iā¦ Max ā¦.Heatherā¦ā¦ fuckā¦ ā¦"
'We are not HIM, he is gone, they all are. Just us left. Climb up.'
He feels something push him towards the ladder, making him stumble again. He whips his head around but sees nothing behind him. Another disembodied shove moves him closer to the ladder.
"ā¦. I ā¦..I'm not ā¦ going to kill again"
'Danger, we need to go. We can't stay, not safe'
He pics up a hint of desperation in the voice and a sense of urgency. While his thoughts are still scrambled and foggy, he knows the voice isn't the same one as before. He wants to leave these weird tunnels just as badly. He looks up the ladder and as he starts climbing, he feels a deep sense of self loathing and horror as the recollection of killing Heather comes back to him fully. His hands shake and he nearly slips from the ladder but something steadies his hands.
'Focus, climb. It wasn't us. He had control of us too. He didn't fight as we did. None of the others did. It's why we were an asleep passenger'
Those words really don't placate him or take away his feelings of guilt but they do help him to focus on the task at hand. He silently thanks whoever left the access hatch open for him. He heaves himself out and squints as his vision fills with bright white light, which is weird because he distinctively remembers the lights in the mall all having a jarring yellow tint to them. He slowly exists the small room, that weirdly enough looks like a janitorial closest. The faint smell of bleach and other strong chemicals make his stomach churn.
