Will Byers (zombie_boy) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-01-08 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, will byers |
Who: Will and Azrael
When: Morning of January 8th
Where: Abacus Institute grounds
What: Strange happenings intrigue an angel.
Status: Closed and in progress.
Ratings/Warnings: Rating to be determined. Probably low? Once again (honestly my character needs this general disclaimer) warnings for icky descriptions and a panic attack.
Two episodes in as many weeks. It was almost as if the veil was thinner in this place of mysticism and converging worlds. Or perhaps this was earned retribution for attempting to escape the grip of fate. It had been cheated twice of its spoils and seemed intent on claiming its favourite victim in due haste. Whatever the case Will found himself once more struggling to draw the breath necessary to run for his life (or at least his soul).
It had been a deceptively nondescript day. He had been shuffling to class not unlike an undead thing after an almost sleepless night. Then the watery winter light flickered out like a blown bulb. Sound was sucked from the world instantaneously and had it been any other season he would have felt plunged into icy water. Deep gloom swarmed into his eyes with only a hint of silvery glow to diffuse it. His breath immediately began to whistle in the low oxygen of that other plane. Spores settled on his hair like ash and Will fought the instinctive urge to scrub at them. 'Nonono not now!' rang through his head with jarring clarity. Of course, there was never a good time for a trip to hell.
The stack of notebooks and assorted academic detritus tumbled from his arms onto the thick vein-like vines that carpeted ever surface of the Upside Down. They seemed not to have noticed his winter boots pressing into them, thank goodness. Though the creepers inexplicably generally took some time to notice him. Panic clasped his thin chest like a vise at how exposed his sudden appearance on the Other quad had left him. He knew better than to run for his room--- there had been a nest of immature demodogs in the room across the hall last time he checked.
No sounds yet heralded the coming of something deadly (and he refused to consider the thing he feared most) but he needed to find a hole to curl up in until he snapped back to reality. This was almost always a waiting game. A twisted hide-and-seek which he was very skilled at. It was difficult to think rationally right now but he was practiced at almost automatic response. The boy did not wait to be assaulted--- he turned and ran in the direction of a cluster of outbuildings that registered dimly in his memory.
At his breakneck pace it took less than a minute to reach them. Without stopping to consider he wrenched open the rotten door of a wooden shed and threw himself into it. Nothing stirred in the darkness and that decided him. Will hastily shut the door and retreated into the very back of the cramped structure. Something clattered in the darkness and his heart seemed to pause in its frantic stampede. Everything echoed loudly in the barren wasteland of the Upside Down and even your own terrified breath could draw something to you.
Will levered aside mystery objects as quietly as possible until he had created a space to press his small body into. Clouds of disturbed fungus and pulpy wood splinters made him cough but were waved away. He hunkered down against the wall facing the door and wrapped quaking arms around his knees. Chilly slime soaked into his jacket and stuck it to the wall at his back. The cloying sickly sweet fumes of rotting matter and ichor pressed on his lungs and made every breath hurt.
In moments he felt his emotions converge on him. This always happened when he had time to think. Scalding tears began to roll down his cheeks but he muffled the sobs by biting his lip until a warm stream of blood trickled into his mouth. He should be used to this by now--- yet it was still so terrifying. What if he couldn't go back? What if something got him? There was no one to save him this time. No Mike to wake him nor mother to tear into the Upside Down and haul him back. He was alone in both worlds.