#chapter 2;

[linguxst-blog]

that fucking picture wont go away

@shsl-crocker

Hyun woke to the sound of that damn bears voice over the moniter. The words the voice spoke sent chills down her spine. She barely had a chance to react before Hoshiko was banging on her door. She jumped out of bed and raced to the door, flinging it open still in shorts and a tanktop. Before she could speak, a scream - was that Addy? - filled the hallway. She grabbed Hoshiko by the arm and ran off towards the scream. “Hwan, we have to go now!” … … … not again.

Hoshiko’s mind is racing as she and Hyun run towards the elevator. “What’s- what’s happening? What does it mean a bodys been discovered, what?-” She’s confused, and slightly out of breath by the time they arrive and slide into the elevator.  She hits a button and they’re moving, and Hoshiko’s heart is beating like a rabbits. “What’s happening?”

[linguxst-blog]

Hoshiko’s dreams are lined with blood and rocks and pink hair. She remembered every detail of the grizzly death of Akira, from the killer to the splatter of blood from the dead’s body. 

She wakes up with a scream caught in her throat, sweaty hands bunched up in the covers of her bed. She drags a hand down her face as she blindly makes her way into her bathroom. She turns the heat all the way up and stands under the spray until it goes cold, and stays even then. Her mind races as she shivers, forehead pressed against the cool times of the shower.

There’s a sigh as she turns it off, before wringing out her hair. Maybe she had just... Imagined the whole scenario? Surely Artemis wouldn’t kill anyone. Surely she was just in some hotel room, on her way to go to her new school. 

She wraps herself up in a towel, pushing her hair out of her face as she walks into the hotel room. She freezes immediately, eyes darting around the room. This was wrong, incorrect, faux. This wasn’t a random hotel. Even then, this wasn’t her room.

A glance into the closet only further proved her thought, with the clothing very obviously being Addy’s. “...Merde.”

She gathers all of her clothing into a ball and slips out of the unfamiliar room and into the hallway. She pauses outside of the door, a bit unhappy. She was wet, confused, and had no idea where to go. Merde.