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Already on edge from an onslaught of emotions, this situation threatened to push Ida over a dangerous line, which usually meant she'd do something really, really stupid. Her heart raced, she was defenseless; how in the world did this lady get her hands on her gun? She dared not make any sudden...

Ouch. Mike's comment stung a little, mainly because she knew he was right. Who did she think she was kidding? She wasn't worth chasing after in the first place. She knew that Ace and his entourage didn't hold out much hope for her, and she knew they were way ahead of her in assuming she'd be...

Ida began to pace about the stable, eyeing all of the various tools and things, but it was a lasso strung from a rusted peg nailed to the wall that drew her attention. Mike, she was sure, knew how to wield one of those; maybe he'd teach her the technique one day. She, herself, would much rather...

As Ida walks out the backdoor of the home toward the barn and stables, she is greeted by a downpour of freezing raindrops. She adjusts her hat to cover more of her face, preventing it from reaching, at the very least, her one good eye. Even though it was dawned by thunderous dark clouds, she...

She was running, but her feet felt like they were trudging through quicksand, and she was going nowhere fast. The world around her was crumbling and the world beneath her was melting. Blood dripped down her cheeks, staining them like acid and tasting of venom. She peered behind her, but there...

Comparing Eugene's brain to an endless abyss felt fitting to him, which was discomforting but he couldn't even remember what his normal brain was like...before Shadelight. Was it any different? He couldn't remember. Eugene's face flushed and he stamped his foot. "Ugh, how do you do that? Stop...

"WELL... let's just think about this, okay? A whole mental hospital is torn to shreds and the only one to survive is an unpredictable schizo freak still at large? That doesn't look too good." Eugene could hear Shadelight's voice ringing through his thoughts no matter where he ran, even if it...

After a few blinks, his vision clears; it was dark, but shards of window light shined over motionless bodies coated in blood. His heart jumps into his throat. "No..." He chokes out, then cries, almost shrilly, "NO!" head in his palms. After a few moments of whimpering, he thrusts himself up...

Before Eugene could make any more snide remarks towards Shadelight, his body begins to convulse and his eyes roll into the back of his head...he was taking over. There was a brief moment of darkness, silence, peace... just utter nothingness...then, like a lighting bolt rushing through his body...

Eugene wasn't expecting any help from his nightmarish side-kick, he honestly thought Shadelight was enjoying the torture they were enduring in this purgatory of a facility and would make escaping as difficult as possible. Well, the day had just begun so whether this was true or not was...

He had only looked away from his reflection for a moment when he looked back, Shadelight had appeared beside him. Shadelight was in the mirror when he peered to his side, which revealed nothing. He lunged and punched the glass, shattering it and slicing open his knuckles to which began to bleed...

Eugene grits his teeth, but refrains from any more of a reaction. He would not let it be like any of his other outbursts, he had been good for so long... he wasn't going to let this be what let the house of cards fall. He peers around him, the paranoia setting in. A few were looking his way but...

There was an itch in the back of his head, an incessant itch deep in his membranes that let him know that he wasn't alone in his mind anymore. Eugene shook it off and ignored Shadelight, trying hard to focus on the excited words of his mother through the phone. "I know they were saying you...

Bzzrt. Bzz. Bzz. Bzzrt. Bzzzzz. Eugene lay on his side, staring blankly at a fly repeatedly banging itself into his white, enclosed room's wide window. The fly, like Eugene, was delving into insanity, repeating the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. The fly, like...