locked_down | WEEK 6

[the afternoon draws to a close-- with the sun setting, the feeling coming off of the wall is ominous. Where it has been calling intently for awhile, go too close, and it is easy to find yourself drawn into it. There really is a warring sense of danger, and a feeling of irresistibility to the area.

It's with that backdrop that everything starts to unfold.]

[ With how against going near it she's been, it's definitely strange that Rebecca is approaching the wall, of her own freewill. If seen, she could be described as a woman on a mission; all she's got is a Fayflower University bag and her own wits. However, she's moving quickly, carefully.

Rebecca doesn't want to be seen.

With how much the wall is calling, it's easy to just go. And, when she reaches it, shaking her head to chase away thoughts, she starts...looking about, for someone. Someone she seems to expect to be there. ]

Oi, come on... You said you'd be here, you piece of...

[Han, meanwhile, is working on something in his office, as far away from Rebecca as possible. Whatever look is on his face as he works doesn't matter, because he sees his phone buzz and then reads the message sent to him, he pushes out of his chair.

The color has drained from his face.

This was a warning-- and he had to leave now.]

No-- Fuck!

[ It happens quicker than she would've imagined--in a way she couldn't have imagined. All at once, something reaches into her and pulls. It's...like the presence of that woman, but amplified--and more internal. The whispers don't sound like they're coming from behind her, they're coming from inside her.

The resentment she's held inside for so long, it floods against her like waves at a dam. What she thought she understood about it, what she's been coming to learn about herself, it feels foreign. Like it's all been tossed in a blender, herself and...and something, something else hissing inside her. This is...for the others, right? She's doing this to help them, but why should she be the one? Why does--

No, no that's not me. That's not me thinking that.

Is it? Isn't she still that selfish woman, that selfish little girl who's never matured? Or...or no, is she that? Is she the swirling grief, the anger? The longing? The fear, what's--

Try as she might to grasp a single racing thought, Rebecca simply can't, can't look at them to examine, what's her and what's not? Everything that feels like her, she has no way to dig it out, from this...from this something, this overwhelming dread and paranoia. What is she? What is any of this, she can't know. Something's doing this, something's watching- something's- she has to get away, but even that thought eludes her the moment she's had it.

Gaze blurring, Rebecca finds herself leaning against the wall, her bag almost slipping from her shoulder.

The reason she came here... What was it again? ]

[he rushes outside, busting past students, and obstacles like they were nothing. he knows that there's a reason he received that message, and that it's across the campus. the memories are starting to come back to him in flashes, and he rushes faster, before skidding to a stop just feet away from his target. she's already there.]

Rebecca...

[he has to catch his breath.

and then he takes a step towards her, slow now]

[ Her breathing's ragged. From where he's standing, he can definitely hear it. As if she's having trouble getting air in. Something about her isn't right, at glance.

The world spins and tips to her, one hand reaching for the bag. To right it, to grab something from it.

Her eyes close for a moment. There's bloody behind them. That's all she sees. The blood on the floor, on the walls. Written, Isabella's, Zach's, Ashton's, her own, blood staining the monster's hands, spreading her message. Rebecca's trapped. Rebecca's...herself, but not, like this thing is filling her up and pushing her out, crushing her away.

Rebecca's back in that damn mansion, and she's never ever getting out.

They open, and they find Han. Pale and haggard, Rebecca looks him in the eye. The fear on her face is palpable. ]

H- ...help...me...

[He was just passing through the courtyard.

He saw Han near the wall.

He saw Rebecca near the wall.]

SENSEI!

[He calls out as he starts running to her. Impulsively trying to get her away... Though someone should stop him before he gets too close...]

Rantaro!

[Yeah no, you’re getting shouted at with your first name. Poe’s internally screaming over Rebecca right now, but he also knows that Rebecca would be furious if someone else got hurt over her and no one tried to stop them... so with all the little strength he has, Poe grabs onto one of Rantaro’s arms.]

Let.... let Han handle this. There’s... I don’t think there is anything we can do that wouldn’t get in the way...

[there is something very wrong. and though the wall had been permissible in the past, you find that your feet are rooted to the spot, madness dancing on the edge of your consciousness.

The only one who is able to step forward... is Han. so good call, poe]

Okay... Okay...

[he's stepping closer, trying to avoid as many sudden movements as possible. Which, is hard, given the memories flooding back to him suddenly. The blood-- a friend. A best friend. The ensuing struggle.

He's trying to not get sick, as his entire posture is tense... and his face goes pale.]

Just stay calm, walk towards me.

Help...

[ Her choked voice. Her stumbling gait. Rebecca's slowly approaching. ]

...Help...

[ The bag falls from her shoulder, but there's something in her hand. It's a knife. ]

Help...!!

[ She charges, and she slashes at Han. ]

[where the hell did she get that knife? He dips to the right, just enough to feel the knife knick his neck, but he's still standing, even through the pain is real.

His hands go up to try to grab her arms, to wrestle the knife away from her. He can't just pick her up, not now. She's too far gone, and he isn't even sure what the process here is for that. This was so much easier when he had the taser and-- he didn't. He didn't have anything]

Rebecca, please.

['Mark, please' he had pleaded before everything went to hell. Han had only gotten a minor cut in that fight, an yet it had still gotten infected.]

[ The thing reaching for her. The thing reaching for her is still alive. The thing she won't let kill her. Kill whatever she is.

(That thing is a person, that thing is who her friend cared for, that thing is her friend--)

He's closer now. His pleas fall on deaf ears, as Rebecca lets out a horrible scream, one those who frequented the wall a few weeks ago -- when they threw something over it -- would find familiar. Guttural, blood-curdling, something that doesn't sound like it should be able to come from her.

With the scream, she stabs again. She aims for his chest. ]

[he's already off balance, and the scream just makes it worse, and he loses focus for just one second. one second. He feels the blood before he notices the pain, and yet there's still a cry that escapes his lips. His neck is bleeding, but this was nothing compared to the blood that spreads down his blazer and shirt, red fanning out.

He stumbles. And he feels just the slightest bit colder than he felt before. He tries again to stop her, but his hands are slippery for some... Oh, yes. It's his own blood. His hands are shaking, and it's his own blood.

There's fear on the edge of his mind-- fear... and the hint of acceptance. He's going to die.

And yet he tries, one more time, to wrestle the knife from her, his blood staining her arms and hands just as much as his own.]

[ (Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Stop, she's not a tool, she- can't-- do this--!!)

There's no recognition in her eyes, as Han stumbles forward. The blood loosens his grip on her, and she uses the momentum to jab it forward, into his abdomen, and cruelly jerk up. Her free hand grabs his arm, and she sneers.

It's a dark, horrible expression. One that...doesn't fit her. ]

[she wouldn't even have to jerk up, he stumbles on his own, collapsing onto a knee. He feels himself getting colder, so cold. His breath comes out in short, panicked puffs. He can't find his voice, he can barely comprehend what's going on anymore.

He's going to die.

There's no way around it. He saw how everyone else had been frozen-- but it's so cold. His heart is thundering against his chest, trying to circulate any blood that's left. His hands are shaking-- his whole body is shaking. When he looks at Rebecca, the fear doesn't even register anymore.]

[ But, as she pulls the knife out, she doesn't let him fall away. No, Rebecca pulls Han closer, by his arm, blood smearing her clothes and hands. Her voice is a croaking hiss. Like the woman, the one who--. ]

Everything you're doing is useless. [ Through her teeth. Looking down at him, as he's stumbling. ] And now, you're dying. Meddlesome fool.

[ Echoing inside her head. The hissing, the screaming, as she watched Ashton die, unable to do anything but lose her grip on herself, little, by little, by little. ]

[he collapses onto his knees, his hand grabbing at her neck and only managing to pull Viral's drill with him down. He leans heavily to one side. He wants to give up, it's not worth it at this point. He doesn't even want to call for help, not anymore.

He's done... everything he could. He just has to trust in the rest.

I don't want to die.

But he can taste blood in his mouth, and he tries to gasp something out-- but. obviously... it doesn't work.]

[ Maybe it's because her prey's fallen. Maybe it's the feeling of the string necklace snapping away from her skin. Or, maybe it's just a coincidence.

But with that, something in the deranged, uncontrollable Rebecca seems to snap, as a shade of horror passes over her face, eyes wide and head slowly shaking as she looks from the bloody knife in her hand to Han. It's not with total awareness that she regards the situation, as her eyes don't seem to focus on anything, and though she gasps in haggard breaths, she can't seem to form words anymore, no matter how desperately she wants to. What it seems is that she's a prisoner in her own body, begging, pleading to be free.

She drags herself forward one leg at a time, towards her immobilized target, head lulling slightly to the side, and it's from the corner of her eye that she spies them: their audience.

A whole new group of victims, now that it seems this one's done for. ]

Edited 2018-09-19 15:46 (UTC)

[Monika feels like she's in the front row for her worst nightmare. She struggles to get free but cannot.]

Rebecca stop it! This isn't you!

Edited (wrong icon lol) 2018-09-19 15:49 (UTC)

[Oh no...

Rantaro's unarmed, save for that repair kit and the X-Acto Knife he found outside his room that morning...

He doesn't want to hurt her. He really doesn't. But the blade he kept to himself because he couldn't trust others with it might have to be used.

He's got one hand in his bag, grabbing for the X-Acto Knife... Don't get too close, please...]

EVENT: CW SUICIDE

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