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| Entry tags: | active: brooke maddox, inactive: emma duval, inactive: noah foster |
WHO Emma Duval, Noah Foster & Brooke Maddox
WHERE Inside the maze
WHEN First few days
WHAT The trio come together among the madness
WARNINGS Canon typical horror, violence and trauma
STATUS Started in docs; finishing in comm
WHERE Inside the maze
WHEN First few days
WHAT The trio come together among the madness
WARNINGS Canon typical horror, violence and trauma
STATUS Started in docs; finishing in comm
Emma had no idea why she was in a corn maze or how she’d gotten there, but when she found herself in it she huffed a sigh of annoyance. Her friends were probably in here, but the fact that she had been sucked in somehow? “This is stupid,” she muttered, before pulling out her cell phone and dialing Brooke. When the call didn’t go through, she tried Noah, then Five, then Tandy - but she didn’t seem to have any kind of service. Finally, Emma turned on her phone’s flashlight and started to walk warily, looking both in front and behind her. “...Hello?” She called out softly, even though she knew that was dumb - one of the rules was to not call out in the dark like this.
As if in response, she started to hear a familiar ringtone. She looked down at her cell phone but it was still dark aside from the flashlight - and she’d long since changed the ringtone away from the one she heard now. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emma muttered to herself, then stopped as she turned a corner and came face to face with a table upon which rested her cell phone from home. It continued to ring, and she shook her head.
“This isn’t funny!” She called out. “No way in hell am I answering that!” It rang twice more, than suddenly the phone popped into an answered call, set on speakerphone - which made no sense since no one had touched it.
”Hello, Emma,” came a voice from her nightmares - that of the voice changing app that her half-sister and Kieran had both used when they terrorized her. “I missed you.” Emma took a couple of steps back, then turned and sprinted into a run, only to turn another corner to come face-to-face with Piper - only she looked dead, complete with the gunshot hole in her head - and she was grinning. “Where are you going, sis? I was hoping we could have a heart to heart,” and on that word, Piper lunged forward with the large knife in her hand, aiming at Emma’s chest.
She screamed and held up one arm, crying out as the knife sunk into flesh, then reared back with a fist and punched Piper directly in the face. “Fuck this and fuck you, psycho. You’re dead,” she insisted. Thanking any deity listening for the jiu jitsu classes she had taken, she disarmed Piper and caught hold of the knife’s handle herself, slashing out, only to stumble as Piper suddenly disappeared.
“...What the hell is this?” Emma breathed, before tightening her grip on the knife, lifting her flashlight, and starting forward again.
Brooke had long since lost her love for Halloween. There was no longer anything fun about it, she hated masks, she hated dressing up, she hated all of it. And this corn maze was no different. She didn’t do lost in an unknown place, with no one and no weapon. She had her little kitty knuckle stabber -because who didn’t have one of those? But she was there, in the dark, wandering for what felt like hours, days even, trying to find a way out.
She was constantly hearing things cracking around her, footsteps, soft breathing, it was creepy as fuck. There was never anyone there, but that didn’t make Brooke feel better. “This is so fucked up,” She just had to keep walking, even as she tripped a few times and ended up with messed up knees and crap on her hands.
As she tripped over another branch, grunting as a stone jammed right into the palm of her hand, Brooke cursed again, about to pull herself to her feet just as she held the scuff of feet behind her. “Hey who’s---” Twisting around, Brooke came face to face with ghost-face, she couldn’t tell which one, just standing there with the mask and the cloak, the knife that had definitely spilled more than enough of her blood. “Fuck.”
Brooke didn’t stop to think about how impossible this was, how Piper and Kieran were dead and no one was there who’d wear that mask, Brooke wasn’t stopping to ask questions, just kicking out with her feet and taking off running aimlessly in the dark through the maze. Trying to put distance between her and whoever that was.
She was so over this psycho killer bullshit.
Noah was so over running around in the dark. That was one of his least favourite things. He had no idea how long he’d been running but it felt like days, and every time he stopped he could hear someone gaining on him. The first time he’d chanced it and he’d seen ghostface rounding a corner, coming right at him. He hadn’t made that mistake again. But the exhaustion was starting to get to him.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t keep running. His muscles were screaming at him, they burned with the effort of taking even one more step. So he couldn’t do it. No matter how much he didn’t want to stop his body was letting him down, betraying him. He sank to the ground, as close in to the corn that made up the walls of this hellish maze, and he tried somewhat futilely to get his breathing under control.
The respite was short lived. He could hear someone moving a short distance away from him. Someone was saying his name. He didn’t want to look. His instincts were telling him to start running again and that instinct was only reinforced when he saw who was calling him. “Zoe?”
But it wasn’t her. It looked like her, only it looked like her after what had happened to her. He let out a sort of strangled sob and tried to scramble backwards, away from this twisted representation of the girl he’d loved. She kept coming, edging towards him with her fingers reaching out for him and no light behind her eyes.
Flight won out. The adrenaline masked the ache in his limbs and the overwhelming exhaustion and he was on his feet again and running aimlessly through a never ending maze.
Emma hadn’t been able to find Brooke or Noah and she knew now that they were somewhere in the maze, as was Tandy, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to be there herself. Still, she felt a certain responsibility to find them, and after several minutes of wandering around with the flashlight, she finally started to pick up the pace.
When she heard footsteps running towards her, Emma very nearly turned to run in the opposite direction, but then changed her mind. She wasn’t just Emma Duval, she was Emma fucking Duval, and she didn’t run. Keeping the knife up, she stood her ground, shining the flashlight at eye level just as someone came around the corner, shouting “Stop!” as she did.
And then she saw it was Brooke and lowered both in surprise. “Brooke, are you - you’re bleeding!” Stepping forward, she tried to catch her friend’s arm with one hand, then turned as there were more running footsteps coming from behind her.
Wishing she had her phone, even just for a light, Brooke aimlessly ran through the maze, not looking behind her, just darting down the openings, praying none of them were a dead end. Her heart was pounding in her ears, constant and drowning out everything until suddenly there was a light in her eyes, she almost thought she’d found Liz again, before she heard Emma’s voice and nearly collapsed into her friend in relief.
She was bleeding, a long trail of blood down her arm from the slice of that freak and his knife, “We gotta go, Piper or Kieran, they’re behind me, Emma we gotta go.” There was no time to think about where they went, they just had to keep moving.
If she was moving she didn’t feel the burn in her legs or the ache in her feet or the sting of her arm. “What way Em, where did you come from?”
Noah was flailing. Every direction he ran there sounded as if there was someone gaining on him. Panic swelled in his chest, but he didn’t dare stop to look back. Every now and then he’d throw a glance over his shoulder, usually seeing nothing. He’d just done that for about the twelfth time in as many minutes when he lost his footing, or tripped over a root or something. Whatever it was it sent him crashing to the ground.
Only he didn’t hit the hard earth as he expected. He landed awkwardly on something wooden, and when he tried to push himself up again he found his back hit against something wooden above him too. He suddenly felt very claustrophobic. Noah became painfully aware of how much darker it suddenly was and the panic morphed into full blown terror as his brain put two and two together. He was clearly enclosed in some sort of wooden box. Again.
Somehow he managed to turn himself over so that he was facing what he imagined as the top of the box. Fear completely took over as he started hammering on the lid of the box, screaming and yelling at the top of his voice - no thought for preserving his oxygen - there was absolutely no chance of him maintaining any form of composure or rational thought. Just blind, unadulterated panic. He was buried alive again and he was pretty certain there was next to no chance that anyone was going to find him this time.
“No, they’re - they’re dead,” Emma protested as Brooke grabbed at her. Still, her friend was hurt and who knew what that fucking entity could do. Instead of arguing further, she handed the phone and its flashlight to her friend. “Come on - this way. Noah’s here too and we gotta find him.”
Honestly, it was easy to lose track of time and nothing seemed quite right. Once, she could hear a chainsaw and screaming coming from up ahead of them, and Emma quickly steered Brooke in another direction instead. There were so many twists and turns that when Emma stopped again with her friend, she shuddered and shook her head.
“This is hopeless - we’re going to be in here forever,” she complained, before then frowning as she tilted her head. “...Do you hear that? It sounds like Noah.”
It didn't matter the logic told her Kieran and Piper were dead, both out of this world like so many others they'd killed, right then logic had no grasp on Brooke. Finding Noah, staying together, being safe, that was important!
She could hear what Emma was talking about, a dull screaming -although everything sounded dull in this maze, but it was absolutely Noah. Trying to work out where it came from, Brooke took a few steps one way, feeling like the screaming got a little duller. "That way, I think it's that way."
Once they found Noah they'd get out, they'd figure someway out. "C'mon Em, let's hurry." Because if Piper or Kieran had been after her who knew what it was that Noah was facing. Brooke was just praying they didn't see any of their dead friends in here.
But running in the dark was never the best idea, and it only took a few twists and turns before Brooke found her foot catching on something and she went sprawling to the ground, hoping that Emma saw whatever it was and stopped herself from falling.
Until Brooke realised she'd fallen on someone, someone thrashing and-- "Noah! Noah stop!" The flailing was dangerous damn it.
As if in response, she started to hear a familiar ringtone. She looked down at her cell phone but it was still dark aside from the flashlight - and she’d long since changed the ringtone away from the one she heard now. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emma muttered to herself, then stopped as she turned a corner and came face to face with a table upon which rested her cell phone from home. It continued to ring, and she shook her head.
“This isn’t funny!” She called out. “No way in hell am I answering that!” It rang twice more, than suddenly the phone popped into an answered call, set on speakerphone - which made no sense since no one had touched it.
”Hello, Emma,” came a voice from her nightmares - that of the voice changing app that her half-sister and Kieran had both used when they terrorized her. “I missed you.” Emma took a couple of steps back, then turned and sprinted into a run, only to turn another corner to come face-to-face with Piper - only she looked dead, complete with the gunshot hole in her head - and she was grinning. “Where are you going, sis? I was hoping we could have a heart to heart,” and on that word, Piper lunged forward with the large knife in her hand, aiming at Emma’s chest.
She screamed and held up one arm, crying out as the knife sunk into flesh, then reared back with a fist and punched Piper directly in the face. “Fuck this and fuck you, psycho. You’re dead,” she insisted. Thanking any deity listening for the jiu jitsu classes she had taken, she disarmed Piper and caught hold of the knife’s handle herself, slashing out, only to stumble as Piper suddenly disappeared.
“...What the hell is this?” Emma breathed, before tightening her grip on the knife, lifting her flashlight, and starting forward again.
Brooke had long since lost her love for Halloween. There was no longer anything fun about it, she hated masks, she hated dressing up, she hated all of it. And this corn maze was no different. She didn’t do lost in an unknown place, with no one and no weapon. She had her little kitty knuckle stabber -because who didn’t have one of those? But she was there, in the dark, wandering for what felt like hours, days even, trying to find a way out.
She was constantly hearing things cracking around her, footsteps, soft breathing, it was creepy as fuck. There was never anyone there, but that didn’t make Brooke feel better. “This is so fucked up,” She just had to keep walking, even as she tripped a few times and ended up with messed up knees and crap on her hands.
As she tripped over another branch, grunting as a stone jammed right into the palm of her hand, Brooke cursed again, about to pull herself to her feet just as she held the scuff of feet behind her. “Hey who’s---” Twisting around, Brooke came face to face with ghost-face, she couldn’t tell which one, just standing there with the mask and the cloak, the knife that had definitely spilled more than enough of her blood. “Fuck.”
Brooke didn’t stop to think about how impossible this was, how Piper and Kieran were dead and no one was there who’d wear that mask, Brooke wasn’t stopping to ask questions, just kicking out with her feet and taking off running aimlessly in the dark through the maze. Trying to put distance between her and whoever that was.
She was so over this psycho killer bullshit.
Noah was so over running around in the dark. That was one of his least favourite things. He had no idea how long he’d been running but it felt like days, and every time he stopped he could hear someone gaining on him. The first time he’d chanced it and he’d seen ghostface rounding a corner, coming right at him. He hadn’t made that mistake again. But the exhaustion was starting to get to him.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t keep running. His muscles were screaming at him, they burned with the effort of taking even one more step. So he couldn’t do it. No matter how much he didn’t want to stop his body was letting him down, betraying him. He sank to the ground, as close in to the corn that made up the walls of this hellish maze, and he tried somewhat futilely to get his breathing under control.
The respite was short lived. He could hear someone moving a short distance away from him. Someone was saying his name. He didn’t want to look. His instincts were telling him to start running again and that instinct was only reinforced when he saw who was calling him. “Zoe?”
But it wasn’t her. It looked like her, only it looked like her after what had happened to her. He let out a sort of strangled sob and tried to scramble backwards, away from this twisted representation of the girl he’d loved. She kept coming, edging towards him with her fingers reaching out for him and no light behind her eyes.
Flight won out. The adrenaline masked the ache in his limbs and the overwhelming exhaustion and he was on his feet again and running aimlessly through a never ending maze.
Emma hadn’t been able to find Brooke or Noah and she knew now that they were somewhere in the maze, as was Tandy, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to be there herself. Still, she felt a certain responsibility to find them, and after several minutes of wandering around with the flashlight, she finally started to pick up the pace.
When she heard footsteps running towards her, Emma very nearly turned to run in the opposite direction, but then changed her mind. She wasn’t just Emma Duval, she was Emma fucking Duval, and she didn’t run. Keeping the knife up, she stood her ground, shining the flashlight at eye level just as someone came around the corner, shouting “Stop!” as she did.
And then she saw it was Brooke and lowered both in surprise. “Brooke, are you - you’re bleeding!” Stepping forward, she tried to catch her friend’s arm with one hand, then turned as there were more running footsteps coming from behind her.
Wishing she had her phone, even just for a light, Brooke aimlessly ran through the maze, not looking behind her, just darting down the openings, praying none of them were a dead end. Her heart was pounding in her ears, constant and drowning out everything until suddenly there was a light in her eyes, she almost thought she’d found Liz again, before she heard Emma’s voice and nearly collapsed into her friend in relief.
She was bleeding, a long trail of blood down her arm from the slice of that freak and his knife, “We gotta go, Piper or Kieran, they’re behind me, Emma we gotta go.” There was no time to think about where they went, they just had to keep moving.
If she was moving she didn’t feel the burn in her legs or the ache in her feet or the sting of her arm. “What way Em, where did you come from?”
Noah was flailing. Every direction he ran there sounded as if there was someone gaining on him. Panic swelled in his chest, but he didn’t dare stop to look back. Every now and then he’d throw a glance over his shoulder, usually seeing nothing. He’d just done that for about the twelfth time in as many minutes when he lost his footing, or tripped over a root or something. Whatever it was it sent him crashing to the ground.
Only he didn’t hit the hard earth as he expected. He landed awkwardly on something wooden, and when he tried to push himself up again he found his back hit against something wooden above him too. He suddenly felt very claustrophobic. Noah became painfully aware of how much darker it suddenly was and the panic morphed into full blown terror as his brain put two and two together. He was clearly enclosed in some sort of wooden box. Again.
Somehow he managed to turn himself over so that he was facing what he imagined as the top of the box. Fear completely took over as he started hammering on the lid of the box, screaming and yelling at the top of his voice - no thought for preserving his oxygen - there was absolutely no chance of him maintaining any form of composure or rational thought. Just blind, unadulterated panic. He was buried alive again and he was pretty certain there was next to no chance that anyone was going to find him this time.
“No, they’re - they’re dead,” Emma protested as Brooke grabbed at her. Still, her friend was hurt and who knew what that fucking entity could do. Instead of arguing further, she handed the phone and its flashlight to her friend. “Come on - this way. Noah’s here too and we gotta find him.”
Honestly, it was easy to lose track of time and nothing seemed quite right. Once, she could hear a chainsaw and screaming coming from up ahead of them, and Emma quickly steered Brooke in another direction instead. There were so many twists and turns that when Emma stopped again with her friend, she shuddered and shook her head.
“This is hopeless - we’re going to be in here forever,” she complained, before then frowning as she tilted her head. “...Do you hear that? It sounds like Noah.”
It didn't matter the logic told her Kieran and Piper were dead, both out of this world like so many others they'd killed, right then logic had no grasp on Brooke. Finding Noah, staying together, being safe, that was important!
She could hear what Emma was talking about, a dull screaming -although everything sounded dull in this maze, but it was absolutely Noah. Trying to work out where it came from, Brooke took a few steps one way, feeling like the screaming got a little duller. "That way, I think it's that way."
Once they found Noah they'd get out, they'd figure someway out. "C'mon Em, let's hurry." Because if Piper or Kieran had been after her who knew what it was that Noah was facing. Brooke was just praying they didn't see any of their dead friends in here.
But running in the dark was never the best idea, and it only took a few twists and turns before Brooke found her foot catching on something and she went sprawling to the ground, hoping that Emma saw whatever it was and stopped herself from falling.
Until Brooke realised she'd fallen on someone, someone thrashing and-- "Noah! Noah stop!" The flailing was dangerous damn it.