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here ]If it wasn't for the fact that this night was growing gradually more absurd by the minute, Rolo would have been mildly surprised to find that the room he just entered looked like a chapel or church of some sort. He also should have been surprised to find what sounded like a fountain all the way in the front of the room, situated where
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She looked over her shoulder "Why, are you seeing something else?" she asked before turning forward to get an overview of what the room looked like. Everything seemed the same as it was during the day, save for one obvious addition - a very strange statue of a monster sitting just behind the altar. She couldn't quite see all of it quite yet in the dark, but she could hear some kind of flowing liquid coming from the statue's direction as well.
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He moved his flashlight across the pews, feeling out the room. "Seems like a strange place for a church," he remarked. And what is that noise? "Is there a fountain in here?"
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She made a frustrated sound as they moved forward, thinking of Landel (or whoever) all snug and secure up on the third floor, laughing at them. "It's just a trick. He just wants to get to you," Utena told Leonard very firmly as they moved forward. She swept her flashlight beam across the pews, looking for anything that might be in hiding.
As they got closer to the statue, the subtance pouring out of the fountain became easy to identify. "Blood . . ." Utena bristled visibly as her light crept over the liquid spewing from the statue's mouth, turning it from shadow dark to crimson. "I wasn't here this morning, but I'm willing to bet this thing wasn't here before."
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His thoughts were interrupted as an immense sound rang through the building, accompanied by the whole room shaking. "What the fuck is that?" Leonard asked loudly, knowing what it sounded like. "An explosion? What the fuck is going on here?"
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Another series of short shockwaves followed the first. Not seeing anything else that looked safer to take shelter under, Utena lead Leonard to a row of pews. "Get down and stay down until this stops!" she told him, letting him go in first. She didn't have long to stay on her own feet after that, however. The final shockwave dwarfed all the ones before it, rocking the room and sending Utena falling to the ground between the pews. She could hear windows cracking around them, but thankfully, the walls and ceiling remained intact.
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What the hell was that? Is this place under some sort of an attack? He moved his flashlight along the center aisle, then to the fountain in the front of the room. A crack in the side allowed blood to trickle from the pool onto the floor. What the fuck kind of a place is this? Some sort of Satanic church? A better question would be what I am doing here.
"You okay?" he asked, shining a light down to the girl and offering her a hand. "What the hell just happened?"
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Leonard looked into the fountain, shining his flashlight carefully. He stepped backward quickly, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. "This is messed up! Fuck, where is it all coming from? What is this, demon worship or something?"
The intercom hissed, its sounds more disturbing than before. He could hear the muffled sounds of his wife in the bathroom, her cries held back by a man attacking her. He spun wildly, looking for the speaker on the walls- the sound was unmistakable.
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[Sorry, I think we'll have to finish this up quickly. You probably noticed, but I haven't really been all here consistently with my characters as of late, so it's probably best to avoid backthreading for long if possible. :( ]
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"Don't you hear that?" he asked incredulously, still looking for the source of the sound. Leonard's grip tightened on his makeshift weapon as he looked around, the intercom screeching louder. He could her her last breaths as clear as if she were on the other side. Fuck! Is it a recording? How the fuck could they have a fucking tape of that?
His hand went to the side of his head, the side where he'd been injured that night. It hurt just as badly as if he'd been rammed into the mirror again. He could feel the blood trickling between his fingers, his vision dazed for a moment as he stumbled. He moved his hand into the light of his flashlight- I'm... not bleeding? What the fuck is this?The sounds continued- he could hear himself fighting with one of the intruders, his wife still trying to breath as she struggled from under the plastic shower curtain. The recording got louder as he heard the sound of shattering glass through the speaker ( ... )
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