Entanglement, or the Ghost Field - Part Five: Ricochet
Title: Ricochet, Part Five of Entanglement
Author: dracox-serdriel
Acknowledgement: A special thanks to my awesome beta reader, rince1wind
Status: Completed as part of horrorbigbang 2013
Dean and Gwen ducked into another room. Irwin was ready to follow, but something caught his attention. A familiar voice emanated clearly from the opposite door.
"Dawn?" Irwin said as he cracked the door.
The room was empty save for a tripod and camera. It was playing - that's where Dawn's voice came from. Irwin stepped in and let the door shut after him.
The recording was filled with faults and jerks not normally associated with digital cameras, but Dawn would've been proud of her work anyway. She had caught quite a few of those time-echo things.
He didn't know how long he stood there watching the footage. Days and hours of his life bled out of him as he saw his friends marching into the building, setting up rooms, talking about the stories of the Trine. Yet at the same time, it all felt unnaturally fast. He became vaguely aware that people were calling his name, but it didn't seem important.
They were all dead. His friends came here and met their copies or clones or whatever those other people were, and they killed each other. Dawn caught it on film: the Other-Remy killed Toben and Other-Toben killed Candice.
Anger flushed his skin. These other people, supposedly from another universe, murdered his friends. And he was supposed to just hold hands with their friends? He was just supposed to accept that they were people?
Irwin became so engrossed that he didn't feel the room turn to ice. The ghost of Toben Harwell, who died at the hands one of those things, appeared. He watched as Irwin went from curious to defeated and then boiled over into beautiful, smoldering wrath. Someone kept trying the door, but Toben kept it shut. His lifeless spirit had abided and suffered in this forsaken place for a very long time, and he had grown strong.
Irwin finally saw him, Toben's spirit. He said nothing. He didn't scream or run.
"You need a strength that only the dead have," Toben whispered. "And I'm gonna give it to ya, Win."
"Tobe?" Irwin asked. "That's you?"
"Even better, I'm you," Toben replied as his essence rippled into Irwin.
Cold and silence cascaded around him. In the next moment, he felt his body move of its own accord. He tried to speak but couldn't. He tried to move, but it was in vain. He could see and feel and think, but Irwin Rasmussen was as a marionette, invisible strings demanding his form do and do and do.
He saw his hand turn off the camera and tuck it away in his pocket. His breath stopped misting; the room's temperature returned to normal. An eruption of sound made Irwin collapse.
"Irwin? Irwin!" Gwen's voice came over the com. "Are you all right?"
Dean yelled through the door. "Irwin! Irwin! If you can hear us, knock on something hard three times."
Knock, knock, knock!
"He's okay," Gwen said. "Irwin, get away from the door!"
Dean kicked, hard, but the door didn't move. Gwen tried. Nothing. They kicked together. Nothing.
"Stop," Irwin called. "I'm going to open the door."
As soon as the door opened, Dean asked, "What the hell?"
"Sorry," Irwin replied. "I thought I saw something, and then I slipped and hit my head. I think."
Dean yanked Irwin out of the room. He spotted the tripod. "Was this room clear?"
"Uh, yes," Irwin replied. "Nothing there."
"What about that?" Dean asked, pointing.
"It's just a tripod," Irwin replied.
Dean shook his head and marked the door. "We should go back to the lobby and get Jeet to check you out."
"We've just got two more rooms," Irwin pointed out. "Or, four, I guess. Let's finish."
"You look ill," Gwen said quietly.
"That'll be true if we do these rooms or not," Irwin replied quietly.
Dean paged again, "Irwin fell and hit his head. We'll head back your way in a few so Jeet can check him out."
"I'll be ready," Jeet replied.
The Doctor and Slade made quick work of the first dozen rooms, all of which were empty.
"You getting anything?" Slade asked again.
"No, nothing," The Doctor replied. "Looks like this floor is more stable than downstairs."
"Except for the two identical men fighting in the hallway," Slade replied.
"Well - " The Doctor began.
He stopped short when he saw one of the walls shift. Slade had obviously caught sight of it, too, as he backed slowly to the room's door.
"Doctor - "
"Only Rose calls me that."
"JD," Slade corrected. "What's going on?"
"I have no idea," The Doctor replied.
From under the threshold, Slade tried to pull the Doctor into the hall, but the door threw The Doctor into the room and slammed shut in Slade's face.
"JD!" he yelled at the door. "JD!"
He turned and pressed his back into the door so he wouldn't forget which room JD was in. A pungent scent wafted by, and his legs gave out as his brain processed what he saw.
Sam's corpse was impaled on the far wall, suspended above the floor, where a pool of his blood gathered. Only feet away from him, JD and Rose were crumpled together, both sheet-white. She was completely still in his arms, but his body gave an occasional jerk. As far as Slade could tell, all three were dead in some kind of sick tableaux.
"'Cuz if Sammy and I are going, then you're gonna burn with us, you sonovabitch!" Dean yelled.
The strike of a match went up, and Slade cast his eyes about, searching for Dean. He stood apart from the others, next to someone who had been staked through the stomach. Slade didn't get much, other than the person was a man, before smoke ballooned around them both. The stake itself burned, adding to the flurry of smells that pushed his gag reflex.
In the blink of an eye, the fire was everywhere. Then everything stopped: the flame, the smoke, the smell. All that remained were five skeletons, and absolute silence cascaded around Slade as he collapsed to his knees, keeping his back to the same door to remind himself that JD was alive on the other side.
JD was alive. This? This was nothing more than a nightmare. He repeated this thought over and over again until the skeletons flickered and disappeared.
Sam thought The hallway added more doors as they progressed. Either that, or time was playing tricks on him.
"You remember," Vince-Vincent said quietly to Molly, "when we got locked in that cellar? We thought it was just a storm cellar, but it was actually for storage. Didn't know that, of course, till we found out we couldn't open the door from the inside. That was the first time we were alone together. What? Ten years ago, wasn't it?"
"That wasn't me," Molly said. "And that wasn't you. Me and Vince, you and your Molly, that happened to us separately."
Vince-Vincent put his hand on her shoulder, and she turned to him. She could see something different in his eyes: a history, a passion even.
"It was us," he said.
"Vince?" Molly whispered.
"Shh," he said. "Our secret."
"But you died."
"No, it wasn't me," he said. "Go with it."
"But, why?"
"Safety," Vince-Vincent replied.
"We still have rooms. Chat later when we're back at the lobby," Sam said.
Vincent waved for Molly to go in front of him, and she did, confusion alone tampering her grin. Sam noticed but thought better than to mention it.
At the far end of the hall, a glass door opened out to the garden. Dean took notice of it as Gwen and Irwin ducked into the last room.
"Clear," Irwin said as he marked the door.
"Good, let's get back and - what the hell?" Dean said abruptly.
Molly - or Molls, he couldn't tell which - was lying against the outside door, soaking wet. Her body was bleached of its usual color, and her eyes were red. She was still shaking, but she was too far-gone.
"Molly!" Gwen cried, moving to help her
Irwin stopped her. "We can check on Molly."
"You blind?" Gwen asked. "She's right there."
"He's right," Dean said. He paged the com system. "Molly? Molls? You there?"
"Jeet here. Molls is all right."
"Molly, the other Molly, here, and okay. Any reason you're asking?"
"No," Dean lied. "Just checking in."
"Dean, what're you doing?" Sam asked. "We'd've paged if we needed help."
"We finished our hall and are heading back to the lobby," Dean replied. "Over and out."
"You're not going to tell her?" Irwin asked.
"Tell her what?" Dean asked.
"That we just saw her die," Irwin said baldly.
"Says who?" Dean asked. "Look, that skinny guy with the glasses might know something about universes or echoes or whatever, but that doesn't mean he's right. For all we know, that over there is just a manifestation. A reflection of fear."
"Is that even a possibility?" Gwen asked.
"And if it is the future, best way to prevent it is to get back to the lobby and keep Molly and Molls safe and away from water," Dean replied.
As they started down the hall, Irwin made to page the com, but Dean pushed his hand away.
"You can't tell her!" Dean said.
"Why not?" Irwin asked.
"We don't even know which one we saw, if it's either of them," Dean replied. "And for another, you ever hear of a self-fulfilling prophecy?"
"She deserves to know," Irwin replied.
"If we knew something, I'd agree, but we don't," Dean replied. "We don't know if that's a future event or a warning or just random crap getting mixed up! So until we know what we know, we keep it to ourselves."
"What else are you hiding?" Irwin asked, keeping stride with Dean. "You hide this from Molls, then what wouldn't you keep from the rest of us?"
"I don't go around talking out of my ass," Dean said, turning to face Irwin. "You tell Molly and Molls, then what? They freak out, run and hide, wind up dying because you told them."
"'Least I tried!"
"Actually, it tallies with you killing her," Dean spat. "Because you couldn't keep your head on straight."
"Fine, I'll agree if you answer me on this: What else are you keeping from us?" Irwin asked.
"Nothing," Dean spat. "Now - "
"Really? Not even a recording Dawn Redding made?" Irwin asked. "One that shows how our friends died?"
"It doesn't show how anyone died," Dean replied. "The recording we had didn't play well. We could hear things, sometimes, but most of it was black, fuzz, and feedback."
"Liar," Irwin said.
"Irwin," Gwen placated. "I'm sure that this is all - "
Her breath misted as she spoke. She stopped short, confused by the sudden shift. Then she saw Toben's face flash across Irwin's.
"What are you?" she asked quietly.
Irwin seized her, wrapping his arm across her neck and pulling her into a crude chokehold. Toben's ghost couldn't hide as his rage broke the surface. The lights flickered in tune with his own flickering form superimposing over Irwin.
"Tell me what you know!" Toben-Irwin barked. "Or this bitch dies!"
Sam counted off the rooms as they cleared them. Only five more in this hall, and they'd be done. Part of him wished they'd brought Bobby's flask. They could use his help right now.
Vince-Vincent gasped.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine," Vince-Vincent replied. "But she isn't."
The body of Jeet was splayed across the ground, her head several feet apart. She was still blinking.
"Tell me that that flickered," Sam said.
"It did," Vince-Vincent replied hollowly.
Molly paged the com, "Jeet?"
"I'm here," Jeet replied over the com.
Molly was at a loss for words, so Sam paged in, "How's Castle doing?"
Jeet replied, "She'll be able to walk in a few hours. She's up and about now, actually, testing the waters."
"Great," Sam said. "We're nearly finished. Heading back soon."
All three stared at Jeet's decapitated body until it disappeared.
"What was that?" Molly asked. "I mean, Jeet is alive. Is that her... the other Jeet?"
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Maybe. Probably."
"How many people have died here?" Molly inquired.
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Let's finish up those rooms."
"I said tell me!" Toben-Irwin repeated.
"Okay," Dean said, putting up his hands. "Just, let her go."
"TELL me!"
Dean tossed salt at Toben-Irwin, who flinched. A tiny pop emanated from Gwen, and she shrieked. The pain gave her the strength to resist, though, and she kicked him in the knee and knocked her elbow into his face. As soon as she was clear, Dean closed in with a handful of salt, which he forced into Toben-Irwin's mouth. Toben writhed in agony and ejected from his body.
Irwin collapsed on the ground, panting.
The com beeped, "Jeet?"
"I'm here." Jeet replied over the com.
"What the hell just happened?" Gwen asked, cradling her left arm.
"He was possessed," Dean replied. "You okay?"
"How's Castle doing?" Sam asked over the com.
Dean rolled his eyes as Jeet responded. Like there weren't more important things.
Gwen spoke, "I think something is broken or dislocated."
"Irwin?" Dean asked.
"We're nearly finished. Heading back soon," Sam chimed over the com.
"Nerd," Dean commented under his breath. "Irwin? Speak to me, man."
He replied by spitting out a mouthful of salt. "I hate you, you bastard," he said. "And thanks."
"Don't mention it. Can you walk?"
Irwin nodded weakly.
"Let's haul ass," Dean said. "Irwin, hurry up."
Irwin wobbled back to his feet, and as he did so, he heard something. Footsteps. He turned his head, but he couldn't see anyone.
"Don't you understand?" JD's voice echoed. "Everyone here is waiting for the sun to come up."
"We're all ready to leave at sunrise," the voice of Rose replied.
"Except the sun will never rise on this place," JD replied. "There won't be a sunrise."
"What does that mean?" Irwin demanded from the open air, as if expecting a reply.
"Hey, Irwin!" Dean yelled. "What's holding you up?"
Irwin shook his head. Maybe the FBI agents weren't the only ones keeping secrets. He made his way down the hall, forcing a weak smile on his face. Toben had been right; he needed strength. These people might very well be trying to cover something up, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it.
"Wiped me out," he said as he closed in on Dean and Gwen. "Go on, I'll catch up."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
Ricochet (David Bowie)
Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
And who can bear to be forgotten
These are the prisons these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet - ricochet
Ricochet it's not the end of the world
Author: dracox-serdriel
Acknowledgement: A special thanks to my awesome beta reader, rince1wind
Status: Completed as part of horrorbigbang 2013
Dean and Gwen ducked into another room. Irwin was ready to follow, but something caught his attention. A familiar voice emanated clearly from the opposite door.
"Dawn?" Irwin said as he cracked the door.
The room was empty save for a tripod and camera. It was playing - that's where Dawn's voice came from. Irwin stepped in and let the door shut after him.
The recording was filled with faults and jerks not normally associated with digital cameras, but Dawn would've been proud of her work anyway. She had caught quite a few of those time-echo things.
He didn't know how long he stood there watching the footage. Days and hours of his life bled out of him as he saw his friends marching into the building, setting up rooms, talking about the stories of the Trine. Yet at the same time, it all felt unnaturally fast. He became vaguely aware that people were calling his name, but it didn't seem important.
They were all dead. His friends came here and met their copies or clones or whatever those other people were, and they killed each other. Dawn caught it on film: the Other-Remy killed Toben and Other-Toben killed Candice.
Anger flushed his skin. These other people, supposedly from another universe, murdered his friends. And he was supposed to just hold hands with their friends? He was just supposed to accept that they were people?
Irwin became so engrossed that he didn't feel the room turn to ice. The ghost of Toben Harwell, who died at the hands one of those things, appeared. He watched as Irwin went from curious to defeated and then boiled over into beautiful, smoldering wrath. Someone kept trying the door, but Toben kept it shut. His lifeless spirit had abided and suffered in this forsaken place for a very long time, and he had grown strong.
Irwin finally saw him, Toben's spirit. He said nothing. He didn't scream or run.
"You need a strength that only the dead have," Toben whispered. "And I'm gonna give it to ya, Win."
"Tobe?" Irwin asked. "That's you?"
"Even better, I'm you," Toben replied as his essence rippled into Irwin.
Cold and silence cascaded around him. In the next moment, he felt his body move of its own accord. He tried to speak but couldn't. He tried to move, but it was in vain. He could see and feel and think, but Irwin Rasmussen was as a marionette, invisible strings demanding his form do and do and do.
He saw his hand turn off the camera and tuck it away in his pocket. His breath stopped misting; the room's temperature returned to normal. An eruption of sound made Irwin collapse.
"Irwin? Irwin!" Gwen's voice came over the com. "Are you all right?"
Dean yelled through the door. "Irwin! Irwin! If you can hear us, knock on something hard three times."
Knock, knock, knock!
"He's okay," Gwen said. "Irwin, get away from the door!"
Dean kicked, hard, but the door didn't move. Gwen tried. Nothing. They kicked together. Nothing.
"Stop," Irwin called. "I'm going to open the door."
As soon as the door opened, Dean asked, "What the hell?"
"Sorry," Irwin replied. "I thought I saw something, and then I slipped and hit my head. I think."
Dean yanked Irwin out of the room. He spotted the tripod. "Was this room clear?"
"Uh, yes," Irwin replied. "Nothing there."
"What about that?" Dean asked, pointing.
"It's just a tripod," Irwin replied.
Dean shook his head and marked the door. "We should go back to the lobby and get Jeet to check you out."
"We've just got two more rooms," Irwin pointed out. "Or, four, I guess. Let's finish."
"You look ill," Gwen said quietly.
"That'll be true if we do these rooms or not," Irwin replied quietly.
Dean paged again, "Irwin fell and hit his head. We'll head back your way in a few so Jeet can check him out."
"I'll be ready," Jeet replied.
The Doctor and Slade made quick work of the first dozen rooms, all of which were empty.
"You getting anything?" Slade asked again.
"No, nothing," The Doctor replied. "Looks like this floor is more stable than downstairs."
"Except for the two identical men fighting in the hallway," Slade replied.
"Well - " The Doctor began.
He stopped short when he saw one of the walls shift. Slade had obviously caught sight of it, too, as he backed slowly to the room's door.
"Doctor - "
"Only Rose calls me that."
"JD," Slade corrected. "What's going on?"
"I have no idea," The Doctor replied.
From under the threshold, Slade tried to pull the Doctor into the hall, but the door threw The Doctor into the room and slammed shut in Slade's face.
"JD!" he yelled at the door. "JD!"
He turned and pressed his back into the door so he wouldn't forget which room JD was in. A pungent scent wafted by, and his legs gave out as his brain processed what he saw.
Sam's corpse was impaled on the far wall, suspended above the floor, where a pool of his blood gathered. Only feet away from him, JD and Rose were crumpled together, both sheet-white. She was completely still in his arms, but his body gave an occasional jerk. As far as Slade could tell, all three were dead in some kind of sick tableaux.
"'Cuz if Sammy and I are going, then you're gonna burn with us, you sonovabitch!" Dean yelled.
The strike of a match went up, and Slade cast his eyes about, searching for Dean. He stood apart from the others, next to someone who had been staked through the stomach. Slade didn't get much, other than the person was a man, before smoke ballooned around them both. The stake itself burned, adding to the flurry of smells that pushed his gag reflex.
In the blink of an eye, the fire was everywhere. Then everything stopped: the flame, the smoke, the smell. All that remained were five skeletons, and absolute silence cascaded around Slade as he collapsed to his knees, keeping his back to the same door to remind himself that JD was alive on the other side.
JD was alive. This? This was nothing more than a nightmare. He repeated this thought over and over again until the skeletons flickered and disappeared.
Sam thought The hallway added more doors as they progressed. Either that, or time was playing tricks on him.
"You remember," Vince-Vincent said quietly to Molly, "when we got locked in that cellar? We thought it was just a storm cellar, but it was actually for storage. Didn't know that, of course, till we found out we couldn't open the door from the inside. That was the first time we were alone together. What? Ten years ago, wasn't it?"
"That wasn't me," Molly said. "And that wasn't you. Me and Vince, you and your Molly, that happened to us separately."
Vince-Vincent put his hand on her shoulder, and she turned to him. She could see something different in his eyes: a history, a passion even.
"It was us," he said.
"Vince?" Molly whispered.
"Shh," he said. "Our secret."
"But you died."
"No, it wasn't me," he said. "Go with it."
"But, why?"
"Safety," Vince-Vincent replied.
"We still have rooms. Chat later when we're back at the lobby," Sam said.
Vincent waved for Molly to go in front of him, and she did, confusion alone tampering her grin. Sam noticed but thought better than to mention it.
At the far end of the hall, a glass door opened out to the garden. Dean took notice of it as Gwen and Irwin ducked into the last room.
"Clear," Irwin said as he marked the door.
"Good, let's get back and - what the hell?" Dean said abruptly.
Molly - or Molls, he couldn't tell which - was lying against the outside door, soaking wet. Her body was bleached of its usual color, and her eyes were red. She was still shaking, but she was too far-gone.
"Molly!" Gwen cried, moving to help her
Irwin stopped her. "We can check on Molly."
"You blind?" Gwen asked. "She's right there."
"He's right," Dean said. He paged the com system. "Molly? Molls? You there?"
"Jeet here. Molls is all right."
"Molly, the other Molly, here, and okay. Any reason you're asking?"
"No," Dean lied. "Just checking in."
"Dean, what're you doing?" Sam asked. "We'd've paged if we needed help."
"We finished our hall and are heading back to the lobby," Dean replied. "Over and out."
"You're not going to tell her?" Irwin asked.
"Tell her what?" Dean asked.
"That we just saw her die," Irwin said baldly.
"Says who?" Dean asked. "Look, that skinny guy with the glasses might know something about universes or echoes or whatever, but that doesn't mean he's right. For all we know, that over there is just a manifestation. A reflection of fear."
"Is that even a possibility?" Gwen asked.
"And if it is the future, best way to prevent it is to get back to the lobby and keep Molly and Molls safe and away from water," Dean replied.
As they started down the hall, Irwin made to page the com, but Dean pushed his hand away.
"You can't tell her!" Dean said.
"Why not?" Irwin asked.
"We don't even know which one we saw, if it's either of them," Dean replied. "And for another, you ever hear of a self-fulfilling prophecy?"
"She deserves to know," Irwin replied.
"If we knew something, I'd agree, but we don't," Dean replied. "We don't know if that's a future event or a warning or just random crap getting mixed up! So until we know what we know, we keep it to ourselves."
"What else are you hiding?" Irwin asked, keeping stride with Dean. "You hide this from Molls, then what wouldn't you keep from the rest of us?"
"I don't go around talking out of my ass," Dean said, turning to face Irwin. "You tell Molly and Molls, then what? They freak out, run and hide, wind up dying because you told them."
"'Least I tried!"
"Actually, it tallies with you killing her," Dean spat. "Because you couldn't keep your head on straight."
"Fine, I'll agree if you answer me on this: What else are you keeping from us?" Irwin asked.
"Nothing," Dean spat. "Now - "
"Really? Not even a recording Dawn Redding made?" Irwin asked. "One that shows how our friends died?"
"It doesn't show how anyone died," Dean replied. "The recording we had didn't play well. We could hear things, sometimes, but most of it was black, fuzz, and feedback."
"Liar," Irwin said.
"Irwin," Gwen placated. "I'm sure that this is all - "
Her breath misted as she spoke. She stopped short, confused by the sudden shift. Then she saw Toben's face flash across Irwin's.
"What are you?" she asked quietly.
Irwin seized her, wrapping his arm across her neck and pulling her into a crude chokehold. Toben's ghost couldn't hide as his rage broke the surface. The lights flickered in tune with his own flickering form superimposing over Irwin.
"Tell me what you know!" Toben-Irwin barked. "Or this bitch dies!"
Sam counted off the rooms as they cleared them. Only five more in this hall, and they'd be done. Part of him wished they'd brought Bobby's flask. They could use his help right now.
Vince-Vincent gasped.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine," Vince-Vincent replied. "But she isn't."
The body of Jeet was splayed across the ground, her head several feet apart. She was still blinking.
"Tell me that that flickered," Sam said.
"It did," Vince-Vincent replied hollowly.
Molly paged the com, "Jeet?"
"I'm here," Jeet replied over the com.
Molly was at a loss for words, so Sam paged in, "How's Castle doing?"
Jeet replied, "She'll be able to walk in a few hours. She's up and about now, actually, testing the waters."
"Great," Sam said. "We're nearly finished. Heading back soon."
All three stared at Jeet's decapitated body until it disappeared.
"What was that?" Molly asked. "I mean, Jeet is alive. Is that her... the other Jeet?"
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Maybe. Probably."
"How many people have died here?" Molly inquired.
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Let's finish up those rooms."
"I said tell me!" Toben-Irwin repeated.
"Okay," Dean said, putting up his hands. "Just, let her go."
"TELL me!"
Dean tossed salt at Toben-Irwin, who flinched. A tiny pop emanated from Gwen, and she shrieked. The pain gave her the strength to resist, though, and she kicked him in the knee and knocked her elbow into his face. As soon as she was clear, Dean closed in with a handful of salt, which he forced into Toben-Irwin's mouth. Toben writhed in agony and ejected from his body.
Irwin collapsed on the ground, panting.
The com beeped, "Jeet?"
"I'm here." Jeet replied over the com.
"What the hell just happened?" Gwen asked, cradling her left arm.
"He was possessed," Dean replied. "You okay?"
"How's Castle doing?" Sam asked over the com.
Dean rolled his eyes as Jeet responded. Like there weren't more important things.
Gwen spoke, "I think something is broken or dislocated."
"Irwin?" Dean asked.
"We're nearly finished. Heading back soon," Sam chimed over the com.
"Nerd," Dean commented under his breath. "Irwin? Speak to me, man."
He replied by spitting out a mouthful of salt. "I hate you, you bastard," he said. "And thanks."
"Don't mention it. Can you walk?"
Irwin nodded weakly.
"Let's haul ass," Dean said. "Irwin, hurry up."
Irwin wobbled back to his feet, and as he did so, he heard something. Footsteps. He turned his head, but he couldn't see anyone.
"Don't you understand?" JD's voice echoed. "Everyone here is waiting for the sun to come up."
"We're all ready to leave at sunrise," the voice of Rose replied.
"Except the sun will never rise on this place," JD replied. "There won't be a sunrise."
"What does that mean?" Irwin demanded from the open air, as if expecting a reply.
"Hey, Irwin!" Dean yelled. "What's holding you up?"
Irwin shook his head. Maybe the FBI agents weren't the only ones keeping secrets. He made his way down the hall, forcing a weak smile on his face. Toben had been right; he needed strength. These people might very well be trying to cover something up, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it.
"Wiped me out," he said as he closed in on Dean and Gwen. "Go on, I'll catch up."
Navigation
Entanglement, or the Ghost Field <<< Previous Part:
Part Four: Eminence Front Primary Post Next Part: >>>
Part Six: Microcosm
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Ricochet (David Bowie)
Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
And who can bear to be forgotten
These are the prisons these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet - ricochet
Ricochet it's not the end of the world