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[waylostandfound]

Nathan was in his room. Not that it mattered much. He wasn't sure if he really slept here. Felt like he did. He had a picture of his brother, and was staring down at it. He could still feel the heat radiating off of his brother as he exploded in the NY night sky. Fire

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[burnedbell]

The floorboards seemed to make more noises than usual. The wood became colder than it should have been...It may not have been noticable at first but it was there.

Shadows moved- jerking movements of hurried actions like those of horror movies. It moved keeping its self just out of the corner of ones eye.

Something is watching you, Nathan.

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Nathan glanced around nervously at that, and went to find something to grab. But nothing that useful. He got up to investigate.

[burnedbell]

The shadows quivered, gasping a little in such a soft voice that could echo a pin drop. Jerking movements in the corners drawing the darkness to them seeming to press against the wooden walls of the room.

Faces pushed out behind him with their mouths opening in silent screams.

Closer, Nathan. Look closer to the walls..

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Nathan was getting seriously creeped out by this...whatever it was. He continued walking around, in more circles. He was getting closer to the walls as he moved. Almost like being drawn toward them as his hand went back toward one for a moment to brace himself.

"Where the hell are you? Come out now!"

[burnedbell]

Be careful what you wish for, Nathan.

Hands- burned and decaying with skin missing revealing tried up bone and muscle- reached out grasping ahold of the living man's wrist with a vice like grasp.

Something, somewhere, laughed.

More hands reached out grasping for Nathan giving their best to pull him toward and into the wall.

The shadows jerked and twisted in ways that were not natural as they rushed to where the arms were seeming to give strength. Come. Come back into what shall be your final resting place.

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Nathan panicked, and then tried to punch and kick his way free. God, where are they all coming from? For every arm he broke free from, three more would fill the gap to grab him more.

He struggled, and dug in his heels, trying to grab for something to hang on to. Even as he was pulled through the wall, his feet and hand the last to be seen as he vanished.

Leaving behind a empty room with smooth walls. Silent.

[burnedbell]

And white.

Seamless white in the style of the old operating rooms from the 1930s. White tile lined wall and ceiling with the hints of decorative patterns up closer to the ceiling. No shadows here. Nothing dark or nasty...

In the center of the room was an old wheelchair with a man wearing pinstriped blue hospital pjs and a white bandage wraped all about his head. He sat there not moving, maybe not even breathing.

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Well... this was jarring.

Nathan blinked, and his footsteps clicked loudly on the tiled floor. His eyes flickered around the room, but nothing else popped out. Nothing was trying to grab him.

The wheelchair caused a pang in his heart, thinking of the months Heidi spent in one. Because of what he did, or couldn't stop himself from doing. And she paid the price as result.

He came around to the front of the wheelchair, trying to see if the man was all right. Or if he needed to call for help.

[burnedbell]

"He won't respond to you."

From behind him Mary stood starkly dark agains the whiteness of the room. Skin nearly matched the white causing her dark eyes and clothing to stand out like a smudge of dirt.

By her side her arms hung without moving- even her bell remaind silent for now.

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Nathan approached her.

"Mary... why not? What's wrong with him?"

[burnedbell]

Moving away from the wall she glanced from Nathan then back to the man sitting in the chair. "He's afraid and doesn't want to see. Secure to live in a white washed world where it never exists."

Reaching her hand up Mary tried to take Nathan's hand closest to her. Her dark eyes looked up a him then back to the man in the chair.

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Nathan took her hand immediately, and he glanced toward the man in the chair.

"See what? What doesn't exist? What is he afraid of?"

[burnedbell]

"You."

The man in the chair jumped forward, grabing Nathan by the shoulders and screaming under the bandages. There was no time to react.

No time for a scream.

The room grew brighter as the walls seemed to blow away from where they stood. Around them the old hospital seemed to regrow with chairs turning right side up, the paint peelings picking up of the floors back to their proper places on the walls.

Color! Color returned to everything around them giving life as the images of those who had been htere before walked the halls on their daily routines. What the hospital shold have been in the Between Lands had it not been corrupted.

Mary squeezed his hand softly. Welcome to the true Old Kingdom, Nathan.

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Nathan would have yelled, or flew into the air. But they were suddenly somewhere else.

"...What the hell just happened?"

[burnedbell]

"This is how they wish to see it," Mary spoke softly from his side as the nurses actually moved to pass around them. Here they were solid. Here the shadows were truer forms than what they really were. "They hide what they do not wish to see also."

Tugging his hand a little the little girl started to move down the hall. "You need to see things, Nathan. You have to be ready."

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"What? They still think it's an operational hospital?" Nathan blinked, and watched some of the nurses go past them before continuing alongside Mary.

"Ready for what? I already helped my brother save the world, I got that folder for you. What else am I supposed to do?"