By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
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She’d felt his death like she’d been right there with him. Fingers had dug in the Earth as she’d collapsed, the piercing glow of her eyes staring into the night as she’d screamed and screamed. They were all connected, but none so more than she and her Crow. And now he was dead, thanks to that little bitch. She thought her powers made her strong? Well, how wrong she was going to be if Rose ever sensed her again. It didn’t matter where that brat was, she would get her and oh, how they would scream, like she had done. Until they could scream no more.
But now, she was in Pandora. It was like her problems had been answered, a pity her family weren't here to see it. Forget running out of steam, this place was full of it. She was smiling as she took in the world before her; the possibilities were endless. She could recruit others, and they could live off children forever. Rose had asked around, posing as a confused, lonely stranger to the area, and had learned how people came and went, a never-ending supply.
She was in the secluded end of town, tracking down a very tempting aura that she’d discovered earlier in the day. They’d always been smart, had taken their targets somewhere no one would find them, but since she was now alone, she had to be even smarter. That wasn’t a problem for her though.
This wasn’t the best part of town but it was quicker to head via Blackhaven to get from work to his apartment, it was also cheaper too and Dan didn’t have a whole lot to be going on as he’d only just recently found work. Any kind of little savings he could make to ensure he could pay his rent and make sure there was food on the table went a long way and so the cut through Blackhaven was one of those little money savers. Hands pushed into his jacket pockets, Dan wasn’t necessarily paying attention to his surroundings, he was considering what he had in the fridge when he got home and what he might stick on for dinner and trying to talk himself out of just getting takeaway from the nice little place on the corner of his street. He was supposed to be saving money, not frittering it away on takeaway pizza just because work had been tiring.
Working with kids was great, Dan enjoyed it, in many ways it was similar to working with elderly patients the only difference was they were far more mobile. They could be just as difficult and cantankerous though and as he was new at the orphanage he knew he’d need to earn their trust for them to take him seriously and respect him. He’d get there, in the meantime it was an exhausting process. He deserved a treat. Like pizza. Dan was talking himself round to the idea when he felt something he could only describe as feeling like someone had just stepped on his grave. Something cold worked its way up his spine like a hand reaching out of the darkness behind him, like suddenly there was something there watching him in the darkness. Some ancient primeval instinct that said there was a predator nearby.
Dan didn’t want to turn around, what if there was something standing there he did absolutely not want to see. But he did it, he slowed, halted and steadied himself as he turned slowly round. Nothing was behind him which was a relief but as he looked down the street behind him, he could feel something there pulling for his attention, he zoned out a little and the rush of blood pumped in his ears. A steady familiar whum-whum. Something down there...was very bad. Something down there was giving him what the old folks back at the home would have called the heebie-jeebies. It wasn’t repelling him though it was pulling him in. So much for pizza.
Dan drifted forwards a step and just at that moment a figure stepped out from a side road and his blood ran cold. Instantly he was back at the Overlook, his healed leg throbbed at the memory of her finger driving into the deep wound in his thigh, the dizzy sickening feeling of blood loss accompanied by some terrifying monster stealing everything from inside him that had made him special. So much terror. All your life, huh? Delicious. It was impossible. She was dead. He’d watched her die, he’d watched the hotel consume her and destroy her in an instant and yet there she was right there in the street, as real as he was. He swallowed thickly.
Maybe it wasn’t her, he told himself, it couldn’t be her. He willed her to turn and look his way just to see, maybe he was wrong, maybe she’d look his way and it would be another face he saw and not hers. It’s not you. It can’t be you, he told himself, look at me so I can prove it’s not you...
She felt him before she saw him, though of course her knowledge of him was much less than the last time they’d met, from his perspective. She turned to face him, that same pride and arrogance with just a touch of ‘couldn’t care less’ in her features. Rose tilted her head when she saw the way he was looking at her; she knew how alluring she was, but this was different…it was like he’d seen a ghost.
Deciding to give him the time of the day, due to the feeling she got from him, Rose began sauntering forward, hands in her flowing jacket pockets. She flashed him a smile that was less friendly and more rapacious, all teeth.
She turned and Danny held his breath. It couldn’t be her, she was dead, he’d seen it happen with his own eyes, he’d been right there, he’d caused it. But her face was the same, he remembered it because she was beautiful, she was unforgettable, but that beauty belied the monster hiding behind her eyes. She turned those eyes onto him then and Danny felt a confused chill run its unwelcome fingers slowly down his spine. Impossible. What he was seeing was impossible. Was this the same kind of impossible he saw when his father had appeared at Triss’s? Was this the same monster playing tricks with his mind?
She even used the same line and Danny remembered he wasn’t breathing. He sucked in a shocked little gasp and stepped backward as she stepped towards him. He straightened, unsure if he should be running for safety or steeling himself for a fight for survival, all the while the back of his mind was screaming about it being impossible because she was dead.
”You’re not real.” he announced but despite the confidence he’d aimed for his voice sounded deeply uncertain, ”You’re...something else. You’re...” His brow furrowed, knitting together as he took another wary step back, ”You’re dead.” he hissed as though saying it out loud might shatter whatever illusion this was and he would see the reality behind it somehow.
She raised an eyebrow at his words, enjoying the fear radiating off him even if he wasn’t appearing to make any sense. It didn’t falter her confidence one bit, practically eclipsing his own doubt.
As he stepped back, Rose continued striding forward, amused and curious by his hostility. She kept a steady pace; whilst she might’ve been interested, she still wasn’t sure what he was capable of, beyond that feeling she got. Steam was never the same in an adult as it was a child.
“I'm not sure what you've been told, but as you can see, sweetie, I’m very much alive.”
This was the hotel. It was something the hotel was doing, it was the same thing that had appeared as his father in Triss’s shop and startled the shit out of him. It was the same thing. It was the only explanation. And yet, in Danny’s gut he knew that wasn’t right either. He’d been in Pandora long enough to hear people talk about different timelines, where they were supposedly dead but they were perfectly alive. People had told stories of seeing the dead perfectly alive in Pandora and if that was true then why the hell couldn’t it be something fucking nice for once, like his mother? Why...why was it always the monsters?
She was still striding forward, Danny took a stumbling step backwards as he tripped up the curb. She was coming too quickly. He had no plan. No defence. Unlike last time he no longer had a dozen angry starving ghosts trapped in his head to unleash on her. It was just him.
”Unfortunately, I-I see that!” he snarled back at her and raised his hand in the air, palm towards her. ”Stay back.” Not the most admirable of commands and he doubted it would work but he needed the space, ”Stop where you are.” He tried again, this time it came with an instinctive push from inside him, a command that reached out not through his lips but from one mind trying to control another. He didn’t want her too close until he could work something out because turning tail and running like a coward did not seem like the best plan.
”Are the others here too now or is it just you?” After all he’d killed them too, what if they’d come here with her? What if this was a trap? Danny glanced sidelong to reassure himself there was no way anyone could surprise him from the side.
It was pitiful, watching him stumble back like that; not even willing to give her a fight, considering how he’d spoken to her. She took her hands from her pockets as she prepared to get close to him; her hand that had been torn to shreds was now healed, only a few marks remaining, thanks to the feed she’d had upon getting here.
She almost let out a laugh at his order; who was he to command her? But it became apparent as she suddenly felt a push against her own mind. Her eyes glinted dangerously as her legs ceased to move, and she found herself stuck on the spot.
“You…” She realised at the reveal of his power and the mention of the others; a spark of rage flared within, but it was soon replaced with a strong fascination – it had been him. All him. “You’re the one who killed my Crow, aren’t you?”And the rest of my family.
Ladies and gentlemen of the Elysium, and the Pandora infinity beyond, I am proud-- nay, honoured to come before you as your new General Secretary. It is my promise to lead this city and its relations beyond into a new golden age with no compromise that leaves us compromised. Hail! Hail Elysium!