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Read Chapter Twenty-Four from the story BatIM Steps of the Survivor by Wolfheart7snow (Wolfheart7snow ) with 1 reads. h...

Another chapter finally out! Thanks to Browncat9 my lovely coauthor for her patience

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At long last I finally revive Steps of the Survivor from the grave! Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted a chapter, scheduling a time with my coauthor and finding motivation to write this one was not my friend

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My deepest apologies for not publishing a chapter since literally April, and thank all of you who decided to stick with me and wait for this chapter and sticking around. My coauthor and I appreciate you all!

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So I heard it’s a certain ginger-haired grandpa’s birthday! Merry birthday to Gingie! @pipesflowforeverandever

Below the cut is a short drabble I decided to write for this special occasion

The chilled air carried a breath of peppermint and holly through the breeze, snow creating a thick, cool blanket for the earth beneath it. The days were short, and the nights long and magical. And though the outside was cold, nipping at one’s nose in the most pleasant of ways, inside had its own form of wonders to behold. A warm fireplace, decorations of many colors, shapes, and sizes, scents of fruits and mint, warm, chocolate drinks with marshmallows and whipped cream floating atop it. 

This day in particular, though, brought forth a wonderous time, the celebration of another successful trip around the sun. Gifts from many that he cared about so deeply, cards from every which way, and yet another magic-filled day was this day the eve of. Could life possibly be any better?

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(This was definitely a fun chapter to write! Apologies for such a long wait between this chapter and the last one, shout-out to my lovely coauthor for joining me for a few hours tonight to wrap this all up. The end especially was both fun and nerve wracking to write)

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December 28th, 2008, the day Jade made history as the first survivor of the Trials.

Though I’m fairly sure this isn’t exactly how it happened at the end of Five Trials, this was inspired by the end of my favorite horror movie, The Ritual. (So is the writing below, in a way).

Below the cut is some writing in the future, dated on December 28th, 2009.

She dug to the back of her closet, looking for a particular shirt. It was early in the morning, only 2 AM, but she knew what day it was. She found it, it was still there. Her old tattered warrior cats shirt. The blood and ink stains were long gone, but the rips and tears of many attacks still remained present, as no one bothered trying to fix it.

She stared almost breathlessly at it for a second or two before going to look for the pants she wore, the ones with the claw-tears in its ankle. After finding it, she got dressed in it, looking in the mirror. She looked much like her 14-year-old self, except instead of fresh injuries and agony, there were scars and memories, stories unknown to the outside world.

Panting, almost like she had just gone on a long sprint, she felt the itch to go outside and run, feel the wind flowing through her hair. Quietly, she crept through the dark house with her eyes illuminating the way to the front door. She put on her shoes and then opened it revealing a familiar white substance drifting down from the sky, covering the ground in an insulating blanket. She took a single step, the fresh, crisp snow crunching under her foot. She shivered as the cold air surrounded her body, and her breath rose to the pitch-black sky as she exhaled.

Quietly closing the door, she turned and started walking out into the snow, letting her mind wander to the previous year and its events. The blinding events flashing before her eyes, so many times that her life had been threatened and very easily could have been taken if not for some kind of luck. Sammy’s second attack, entering the ink machine... as more memories from the Trials flooded her head, she broke into a run, the cold snow stinging her cheeks. It took every ounce of strength to not break down shuddering as the chill brushed her sensitive scars.

Racing along the familiar path, she remembered every ounce of exhaustion she felt vividly as she attempted the trek home after her numerous near-death experiences. She remembered the way her body urged her to rest, her legs feeling as though they were made of lead. She remembered the reason she kept on anyway. It wasn’t the fear of freezing to death, it was the drive to see the one person she knew she had left. Her breathing became much more raggedy as she forced herself to go as fast as she could go, the emotional ordeal almost as taxing as the physical one she forced herself to go on. She took a sharp right into the woods, weaving through the trees.

Thoughts of the boat ride through the ink river now came to mind, the close call coming to the front where she would have been snagged if she had even been a second slower with her defense. Then it all drifted to the fight against the massive number of searchers and lost ones. She almost tripped over a tree root as she remembered a close call, having almost been slashed on the leg by a particular searcher.

Finally, as all of those memories came to a head with Inky’s death, the flash punctuating the horrible memories and leaving her there alone in that vision of the past. She slowed and skidded to a stop, almost slipping on the snow, panting and looking around at all of the trees, almost as bewildered as she had been a year ago today, standing and staring in shocked awe at what she had done. She recalled everything she learned in the past year as she watched the condensation from her breath rise and fade into the night sky.

Betrayal of everything she had ever known, from her mother’s trustworthiness to who was really the bad guy of the Trials. Strength building with a newfound family, preparing for the revolution with no target date in sight... everything about life managed to turn itself upside down in one instant. The moment she collapsed in the snow, exhaustion finally proving to be too great for her to finish her journey.

She let out a scream, a howl to channel everything she just reexperienced within herself. The sound echoed with painful beauty, the otherwise silent night air falling to its initial state once again after a minute, Jade panting, shaking as she ceased her sound. Silence felt suddenly eerie, emotion bubbling up in her chest once again. A second howl pierced through the night from the girl, louder and somehow more full of pain and emotion than the first. It lasted just a short bit longer, but it was enough time for hot tears to start raining down her cheeks. It felt fantastic and horrible at the same time to make her sound as once again, silence fell over the night, and the last bit of breath from her shriek floated away. She fell to all fours as she made a final call into the night, the cold hardly affecting her as she sobbed, trembling as the last bit of intense emotion left her body.

After a while, finally Jade calmed down, the last couple tears dripping off of her face. She got up, dusting herself off and shivering from the cold she had just spent the last while in. In this state of remembrance, of calmness, she lowered her head, tucking a metaphorical tail between her legs as she backtracked to the exit of the woods, vowing to respect the day she was sure she never was meant to live and see.

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(This chapter took me a while, but here we are at last! Hopefully the next one won’t take me so long)

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“Why…why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!” Possibly something with Jade, but you can do whoever

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(This takes place in a slightly altered Trial Three)

Jade stumbled back to the studio’s elevator in the midst of Trial Three, her wolf friend opening the door and allowing her in before closing it again to protect the duo from any enemies that may approach. She wasn't doing so hot, holding her left hand over her stomach and her weapon in her right.

Boris turned to get a look at his friend, who leaned against a wall of the lift, panting heavily. It seemed that she had been found and chased again, but she was alive. That’s a good sign, but her condition also wasn't such a great beacon. He noticed some odd stains below her arm, much like the ones on her face and her right shoulder. Blood.

“Are you okay? Why are you holding your stomach like that? Is that blood?” He signed quickly in his concern.

Jade replied with a soft smile. “It’s nothing too serious, don’t worry Boris. I’ll be fine to get us through this Trial. I just need a moment to breathe.”

“Let me see,” the wolf insisted, approaching her with lowered ears.

Jade tried to wave him off. “No, I promise, it’s fine,” but this wasn't so convincing, as she seemed a little nervous about his advances.

The truth was soon revealed, as he moved her arm to see the damage dealt to his friend. The side of her arm that she used to conceal the new wound was essentially soaked in blood, and the injury itself looked serious, like the Ink Demon had gotten her badly. It looked fairly deep, and it was a wonder that she had the strength to get there.

Jade hissed in pain as the wolf’s ears went completely flat. That looked serious! Very serious!

“We need to go back to the safehouse, I’ve got more bandages there!”

“Alice probably won’t let us. She’s keen on these errands getting done as soon as possible,” Jade replied calmly.

“Then I’ll do them, you need rest. Especially with an injury like that!”

“Boris, no! Sure, being quiet for you might come easy, but he’ll still find you. Other enemies will still-” she was cut off by a dark aura flooding the room, the familiar demon revealing himself to the duo. Boris quaked in his spot in the lift, his frame shrinking back. Jade winced a bit as her heart picked up pace, and she waited calmly, quietly for the demon to leave.

Once he was gone, Jade looked at the wolf. “I’m not letting you go out there. I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t survive. Don’t worry, I can handle this.” She shook her head for a moment as she stepped by the wolf, opened the door and began her trek out.

Boris didn’t know whether to intervene or not, but he couldn’t think of any further points to stop her, so he let her go.

….

….

She didn’t come back.