Abigail and Open
Abigail was happy in Cambridge, in a way she'd never thought she could be, like a normal teenager. She still had a bit of a limp from her back injury, but she could walk on her own. She was going to classes at both MIT and Harvard, seeing the sights, and she had the support of both Hannibal and Bedelia in her physical and emotional recovery. She had told them that she was going to spend the day visiting the MIT libraries. It was a half truth, she had gone to a library, but not to study as she had implied. She was working on a Christmas gift for her Papa, making sketches of all the places they had visited in Cambridge, Boston, and the surrounding areas. Currently she was working on a sketch of the Ray and Maria Stata Centre. The unique architecture of the building made drawing it a challenge, but it would be worth it.
Abigail looked away from her sketching and around the library when she thought she heard a voice telling her to leave. Was it closing time already, she wondered. It was a Sunday, after all. She packed up her sketches and looked around again. Abigail. The voice called. It sounded so much like her Dad. You left them behind, Abigail. Jake and the rest. They saved you and you left them to die.. She shook her head. "I had to leave, to be safe. I was hurt, I couldn't help them." She whispered back. You put your safety ahead of theirs, Abigail. And your Mom and Marissa. They're on the island too. They're so disappointed in you. Abigail shook her head. Her mother loved her. Jake and Marissa were her friends. They wouldn't want her in the fog. "Shut up." She muttered, left the library and began putting her sketches away in the locker she had rented for her time at M.I.T.
Abigail. The voice was louder now. Go back to the island, Abigail. People are attacking the fog. Your mother and friends are in the fog. They'll be hurt. And it'll be all your fault. Abigail tried not to look too crazy in front of any passers by, so she simply shook her head this time. It wasn't really her mother and Marissa in the fog. And she'd only put Jake in more danger if she went back and he had to rescue her all over again. Abigail! The voice was yelling now. I am your father, not Hannibal, no matter how much you pretend. And I am telling you to go back to the island now! It was simpler than the other arguments, but it was what changed Abigail's mind. She never could say no to her Dad. She made her way to the door and stepped foot on the island, walking deeply into the forest. Her limp became more and more pronounced as she walked, making her lurch forward like the monsters in old horror movies. The fog began hurting her again, grabbing her with enough force to tear at her clothes and mark her body, but she continued on.
Abigail stopped only when she heard someone nearby. Everyone's a danger to you and your loved ones, Abigail. You must kill them. She shook her head at the voice of her Dad. She didn't want to hurt anyone. The fog grabbed her around the neck and choked her until she fell to the ground, almost unconscious. You know the rules, Abigail. Her father's voice told her. It's you or them.. She sat up shakily, taking her hunting knife out of her pocket and holding it tightly. The fog finally stopped strangling her and she stood, looking around for the person she had heard a moment ago.