Already Out | Closed
They’d thought that this would be much easier than it actually was. Killing Angel (disgusting as that had made them feel) and getting Imogen that note at the graveyard. They were supposed to be the keys to drawing this -A out and catching them once and for all. Bringing the bitch down and ending this game for good. Red Coat had been created out of sheer desperation. After Kelly killed herself... it had been the last straw. The catalyst.
Slipping into their room at the Bridgefield hotel, they made sure the curtains were closed and the door was locked. That the room was secure. It was the way they had to live life right now. Carefully. So, so carefully. Right on the edge. One wrong step and they would fall down into the pit for good and then what? -A would win. Again. This game had to end and it had to end now. It had gone too far and too many people had been lost, one that they especially cared about. One they owed it to, to end this.
A few hours later, they opened their eyes. It was dark now. “Shit.” They’d fallen asleep. Checking the clock on the bedside table and seeing that it read three am, they groaned and forced themselves to sit upright. The still open laptop was casting a dim glow and just as they leaned over to close the thing, a strange feeling overcame them all of a sudden. Something didn’t feel quite right. Trying to ignore it, they stood up and moved towards the bathroom, splashing water on their face. Then, as they lifted their gaze up to the mirror, they saw it. Just a flicker of movement behind them.
Somebody else was in the room.
Turning quickly, but not quick enough, they were suddenly in a one-on-one tussle with what they assumed to be -A. If -A knew they were here and if they were attacking them....that meant they’d figured them out. Figured out they were Red Coat and they were trying to get them out of the picture... so soon after they’d joined in the game.
“Stop...” They spat out as best they could, -A’s fingers clasping around their throat. Nobody was in the room next door so even if they made a lot of noise, it would do no use.
“I’m never going to stop, Adrian. But you are.” Was all that -A said in response, squeezing tighter and watching the life drain from their face.
Red Coat. Adrian Wallace. One and the same. The life drifting out of them.
After telling Imogen about Nina and Annie’s grave, and leaving town, Adrian had holed up here in the hotel, seething and grieving for Kelly. Poor Kelly. He couldn’t stand it. His best friend, his whole world. She was just gone and he knew it was partly because of this stupid bitch. -A. So he’d devised a plan and done what he’d had to do. And now he was out of the picture. Off the board almost before the game even began.
-A was too good for him... and now, -A concluded as she let go of his throat and stood up, he was back with his best friend. Smirking, she turned and moved for the door, feeling like nothing would ever bring her down.
She was untouchable.
