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Ray and Veronica make their introductions - a strange injection of normalcy they are both grateful for - and then make their preparations to enter the building that looms high in front of them. Veronica leads, makeshift weapon clutched tightly in hand, and Ray is happy to let her. There is a pause as they push the still-intact door open and make their way truly into the hall, placing their feet carefully around the splinters strewn across the floor in the entryway. There is the thud of their footsteps on floorboards and a slight creaking from the weight of them, treading ground that has laid dormant for seemingly many years, perhaps even decades. They stand still inside the doors. There is a faint moment of anti-climax.
The two begin exploring the ground floor. Veronica pads around the perimeter, on the outside of the horseshoe pattern made by the tables, staying close to the wall and keeping a good view of the entire hall. She only lets her gaze from the main space waver when she crosses the bottom of the stairway - she risks a quick glance up, seeing nothing but a wooden wall at the top where the stairs level out onto a small platform before turning back on themselves to lead up to the second floor. Veronica rubs the dust off the bronze plaque nailed to the wall beside the stairway. It reads 'Mayor's Office' on one line, and 'Nathaniel Miles' below it. She moves on, circling back to the doors, stepping cautiously over the splinters and bloodstains.
Ray, meanwhile, meandered into the middle of the horseshoe, spiraling around and edging ever closer to the lectern every circle, closer to the book that lies upon it. She can see it clearer now. It's dark red and leather-bound, with gold-edged paper making it thick. Dust has not settled upon it and on the front there is a deep tear - or perhaps gouge - in the red leather. It forms a shape that looks like two triangles overlapped - but Ray looks again, and she can see that is in a unbroken line weaving and interconnecting within itself to create something that almost resembles a star. Ray wants to feel the torn leather. She reaches out to the book with a single finger, to run it along the lines that make the shape.
The book is flung open and a scream pierces the minds of everyone in the town. It lasts for a nanosecond, maybe even less, before it is accompanied by flashes of fire, metal, blood, fear, pain, and then gone again. The book falls to the floor, closed once more, red leather still torn.
There is creaking coming from the upstairs floorboards.
The two begin exploring the ground floor. Veronica pads around the perimeter, on the outside of the horseshoe pattern made by the tables, staying close to the wall and keeping a good view of the entire hall. She only lets her gaze from the main space waver when she crosses the bottom of the stairway - she risks a quick glance up, seeing nothing but a wooden wall at the top where the stairs level out onto a small platform before turning back on themselves to lead up to the second floor. Veronica rubs the dust off the bronze plaque nailed to the wall beside the stairway. It reads 'Mayor's Office' on one line, and 'Nathaniel Miles' below it. She moves on, circling back to the doors, stepping cautiously over the splinters and bloodstains.
Ray, meanwhile, meandered into the middle of the horseshoe, spiraling around and edging ever closer to the lectern every circle, closer to the book that lies upon it. She can see it clearer now. It's dark red and leather-bound, with gold-edged paper making it thick. Dust has not settled upon it and on the front there is a deep tear - or perhaps gouge - in the red leather. It forms a shape that looks like two triangles overlapped - but Ray looks again, and she can see that is in a unbroken line weaving and interconnecting within itself to create something that almost resembles a star. Ray wants to feel the torn leather. She reaches out to the book with a single finger, to run it along the lines that make the shape.
The book is flung open and a scream pierces the minds of everyone in the town. It lasts for a nanosecond, maybe even less, before it is accompanied by flashes of fire, metal, blood, fear, pain, and then gone again. The book falls to the floor, closed once more, red leather still torn.
There is creaking coming from the upstairs floorboards.
The asylum is deathly quiet as Jon enters. His footsteps click on the tiled floor and echo back to him. The door to patient registry rattles as the lock holds strong, as does the staff door in reception. The air is still and warm as Jon walks back to the entryway, and then calls out.
His voice reverberates in the space. It amplifies tenfold in the echo and sounds like twenty separate souls crying the question back at him. Then it morphs and twists into a women's scream, and the flash hits him. Visions of flame and steel. Sensations of pain and fear and confusion push him to his knees - and then it's gone. The quiet reinstates itself, but the voices soon come again - a single low moan of numb pain, soon joined by whimpers and soft sobbing from other sources.
From behind the staff door in the reception, a quiet scraping of metal on wood begins, accompanied by a light tapping that slowly grows in its frequency and fury.
There's a faint click as the patient registry door unlocks, but does not open.
His voice reverberates in the space. It amplifies tenfold in the echo and sounds like twenty separate souls crying the question back at him. Then it morphs and twists into a women's scream, and the flash hits him. Visions of flame and steel. Sensations of pain and fear and confusion push him to his knees - and then it's gone. The quiet reinstates itself, but the voices soon come again - a single low moan of numb pain, soon joined by whimpers and soft sobbing from other sources.
From behind the staff door in the reception, a quiet scraping of metal on wood begins, accompanied by a light tapping that slowly grows in its frequency and fury.
There's a faint click as the patient registry door unlocks, but does not open.