Lincoln Campbell (inhumanlincoln) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-10-07 01:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, inactive: lincoln campbell |
Who: Lincoln Campbell
Where: In the maze
When: Group 3 volunteers-time
What: Narrative
Status: Complete
Warnings: Trigger warnings for alcoholism, death and car accidents
When he couldn’t find Daisy at either the apartment or SHIELD headquarters Lincoln knew there was only one rational place she could be. He didn’t want to leave the hospital but the appearance of the maze had seen a huge number of disappearances as well as people going out looking for the missing. Either Daisy had gone looking or she, too, was missing in the maze and that meant that Lincoln was left with no choice but to head in after her. At least he was able to prepare, bringing food, a few medical supplies and batteries for phones and flashlights. He didn’t know how long he would be in there or what he might meet so he headed in, hoping against hope that Daisy was safe and well and creating hell for whatever lay within. It felt as though he’d barely turned the first corner before the voices of the rest of the search party faded into the background. Lincoln looked around, wondering how it was possible they could have become separated so quickly. He retraced his steps expecting to see the entrance but instead there was a solid wall of corn, offering him no way back towards the town. Dread started in his stomach as he turned back, now knowing that this whole thing was no accident. Lincoln headed further into the maze, trying to settle his nerves as he became increasingly uneasy about his progress. He swallowed deeply as a sound behind him made him start and he whipped around, hand raised in case he needed to protect himself. “Well what have we here?” a smug voice said as its owner stepped out of the shadows revealing Hive’s unmistakable visage. “Could you be looking for Daisy? Hmmm?” he asked in a sing-song voice. “She’s mine now, Sparky. They all are. You failed!” The word seemed to buffer Lincoln into the air and sent him crashing into the corn behind him and sending his flashlight spinning away and eventually dying with a deafening crash of metal and glass. He looked around him, consumed by the darkness and terrified that he’d see Hive looming over him. Lincoln couldn’t move. His body felt pressed into place. How, he couldn’t tell but as he reached around, trying to feel his surroundings. He snatched his hand back as he felt jagged metal. His heart-beat increased as he tried to rationalise what he was feeling. The situation was too familiar. He didn’t want to see how he was trapped but he couldn’t bear to be blind and wondering what lay next to him. Lincoln held up his hand and channelled sparks through his fingers, illuminating his immediate environment. He screamed as he looked into the lifeless face of Daisy, whose crumpled body lay next to him, her wide-eyes starring accusingly at him. “Not again,” he whimpered, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. Unable to look at Daisy but also unable to stand the darkness of the wreckage of the car that surrounded him. “It wasn’t you!” Lincoln cried helplessly, “it wasn’t you. You didn’t die!” How had this happened? It was impossible! His mind reeled as he struggled to get out of the car any way he possibly could. In the end he braced himself and kicked the shattered windscreen and hauled himself weeping out of the car back into the corn-enshrined maze he’d been thrown into. By the time he’d spun to see that he was actually in the maze once more the car, and its grisly contents, had disappeared leaving him alone and struggling for air in a corner he didn’t want to move from. Lincoln didn’t know how much time had passed by the time he finally forced himself, trembling, to his feet. Daisy was still here somewhere, he was sure of that much. He didn’t know if she was alive or dead but either way he had to find her. He’d lost all sense of direction and was reliant on his powers for light but at least that energy wouldn’t run low. Despite his distress he tried to search logically, keeping the wall to his left and trying to remember to mark each turn he took. “You’ll never find her, you know that, right?” Hive’s voice hissed right beside his ear making him jump backwards. “You’re a failure and you know it. Just give up while you’re still breathing,” the monster taunted him. “It’s what you do.” He shook his head, “I didn’t give up with you, did I?” Lincoln snarled back. “I killed you!” he told the figure. “Not so much,” Hive did a small turn as though proving his point. “The only thing you killed was Daisy’s love for you. Not that your pathetic life was worth keeping,” he said viciously. “How does it feel knowing you gave up everything you ever wanted and still lost?” he asked, shoving Lincoln roughly backwards. He didn’t know if he’d hit his head or whether Hive had made him black out. When he awoke he was huddled by a wall, a bottle of vodka at his feet. Lincoln pulled away from it as though it might bite him. The top was off and he could smell the scent of alcohol in the air and without realising he licked his lips. Everything Hive had said about him was true. He’d spent his entire life fucking up the lives of everyone around him, Daisy included. What would it matter if he curled up here and never moved? He could just fall into that bottle and no one would ever know, couldn’t he? Shit! Lincoln pulled his knees up to his chin and starred at the bottle, more scared of what it might do to him than he’d ever been of Hive. |