When last we met, the group pressed farther into the sewer system in search of
the Hand Made Man, encountering some bizarre and frightening happenings along
the way.
While everyone else investigates the rat-bear, Goom has been
keeping watch over the red door. Ashe
hears the muffled echoes of silenced gunfire down the hall, he sees the paint
on the door begin to fade and chip again – the Glamour which Alex had given it is wearing off. Unconcerned, Goom turns his attention to the
chains and restraints on the floor, summoning his strength to rend them from
the platform. At the shocked looks from
Drake’s thugs, Goom comments, “I don’t like slavery.” They raise their fists in support.
Down in the tunnel, the bear is in tatters and the rats are
all gone. The decision is made to burn
the doll, and the SWAT team begins spraying it with a chemical, as well as
setting plastic explosives to bring the tunnel down once the fire is out. Seeing that they are unneeded here, the rest
of the group decides to return to Goom, having just heard the sound of him
ripping up the chains.
As they reconvene and start discussing what to do next, Goom’s
hackles raise – something is coming.
Realising that they’re standing at the junction of several train tracks,
they contemplate scaling the amphitheatre levels, but as the bottom level is 12’
high, it isn’t feasible. From one tunnel
then another, clanging starts, a sound all too familiar to Goom. The mole people are back. Weighing their options, they see the red door
as the only likely solution – less certain death versus absolutely imminent
death.
The whole of their company has returned from burning the
rat-bear, and they ask the tattooed leader if everyone (non-dreamers included)
can go through the red door. He tells
them that there is no way he is ever going through that again, they don’t know
where it goes, and orders his soldiers to start blowing tunnel entrances and
get ropes to scale the levels above them.
Alex, standing near the platform but not at the door, again
spends a Glamour to activate the
door, refreshing it again. Goom tries to
open the door, but cannot – Alex activated it, he must open it. An argument ensues with the tattooed man, who
grows more agitated the closer they all get to the door, insisting they stay to
fight whatever comes through those tunnels.
Sneering, the man begins to grow, his muscles swelling, and he leaps
forward almost thirty feet toward them, toward Alex. The rest of the group books it for the door
platform.
Realising his pact with the tattooed man, Alex realises that
he cannot risk resisting the man’s orders.
However, the rest of the group made a promise that they would not
abandon one another. Weighing the
consequences, Alex decides to fuck it, and sprints for the door, turning the
handle of the door which opens with a sucking wind. The tattooed man lets out a bloodcurdling
wail, as Alia and Drake rush the platform, grab-tackling Alex through the
door. The soldiers and thugs give chase
(The latter being bonded to follow Drake), following Morgan, then Wally, then
Gareth through the door.
Goom waits until the last of them go through, including the
tattooed man who wails like a child as he passes into his nightmare. The final few soldiers back through the door,
shooting at the mole people who have started to crash through the tunnels like
terrible rapids. Goom shuts the door as
he passes through.
Alia, Drake, and Alex are falling, feeling as though they
are going in many different directions.
The space around them is flickering shades of bright whiteness, voices
all around them as they cling together.
They see flashes of their own lives, and those of their companions, nothing
overtly connected, just memories. The
farther they fall, the more surreal the memories become, twisting and warping
as though in… well, a dream.
It stops as they collapse on the ground in a room. They are deafened by the silence that
surrounds them. They are in a space so
silent they can hear their own blood rushing, hearts pumping. They are in some sort of medical facility,
and Alex feels it is familiar. Down the
hall is a junction where other walkways meet at a nurse station. None of the typical sounds and smells of a
hospital are there, only the visual.
As they get up, they realise they’re lying atop Morgan. They help her up, and then Wally is beneath
her, clutching his pistol. The tattooed
man is next, having returned to his normal non-Hulked-out state and he is
freaking out. As they try to calm him,
another person appears on the floor, and they start helping them up, their
entire party appearing one by one, like some sort of human PEZ dispenser.
Unsure of how to proceed, they discuss what to do if they
encounter, well, anything. Guns and
bullets may be ineffectual here, but what about fire? Gareth flicks his lighter, the flame leaving
a trail through the air that slowly fades.
The tattooed man freaks out at this, saying that it will attract Them,
anything they do to change this space will attract Them. This, he says, is Their realm, the
takers. They are pure malevolence and
time has no jurisdiction here, no rules.
If you get trapped here, he tells them, you’d be best off taking your
own life, as that is far better than enduring their tortures. Dream logic prevails, and they are to do
nothing to alter the Dream, lest They notice.
When they came here before, he says, they had someone with them who
could see the soft spots between this world and the Real. He says it looked like purple light.
It clicks. Wally has
seen purple glowing spots in various places around Manhattan.
This is an ability he had no awareness of. When this is brought up, the tattooed man
freaks out again. Wally tries looking, seeing that everyone has a
fading purple smoke around them, but nothing more. They decide to push on, Alex remembering that
there is a lift and a stairwell near the nurse station. As they approach the nurse station, the sound
of a baby crying can be heard; they also see a glowing EXIT sign, though in the
opposite direction of the crying. Wally
asks Alex if this is where his daughter was born, and the realisation hits him –
that’s how he knows this place! However,
given his track record with Them teasing him with false daughters, they decide
to ignore the crying and look for a way out.
Drake is the first to approach the stairwell, heading
down. Everything seems normal, until he
reaches the next landing, where it opens up below to a hospital room with a
bed. In the farthest corner, it looks as
though paint has been blasted over the wall.
There is a female figure asleep on the bed, her face stopping at her
nose, and the rest of her head an explosion of vines and twisted hair that
bursts back against the wall. Alia is
concerned that if they go down there, that the woman will wake, and so they go
back up, past the level with the crying baby, to the floor above.
There is another door, and Goom pokes his head out. Another hospital hallway. There is a boy a ways down who turns and
locks eyes with Goom, who recognises him as the boy who had knocked on Wally’s
door, although his whole left side is horribly burned. The boy flies back into a room, slamming the
door. All the way down the hall, doors
start slamming, cascading toward them.
Goom ducks back into the stairwell just as the door in front of him
slams shut.
The tattooed man says that It is becoming aware, and that
the group is creating this. Goom opens
the door again, smelling burnt flesh. A deep
baritone voice asks, “What are you looking for, Oath Breaker?” Alex knows he is the breaker of oaths, having
reneged on his pact with the Tatman, and so he answers, “The exit.” A dialog begins between the two, the Voice trying
to make bargains with Alex, though Drake cautions and coaches him so that he
does not say anything that will bind them.
The Voice wants to see Alex, as he is unique. It promises Alex all the stars, all the
laughing stars, the stars that laugh.
Drake recalls those words from long ago, they are from “The Little
Prince”, and he gives Alex the proper response from the story. The Voice is offended by this, telling Alex
that he is being fed words by one not worthy.
The wall opens up, melting into organic fibres and a yellow glow. “Come,” it says, “I would know you”. Alex refuses, saying he wants guarantees,
though the Voice asks him what good promises are with an oath-breaker. It offers him a friendly face, and one of the
soldiers morphs grotesquely into Alex’s daughter. Another changes to Meagan, another to Alex’s
wife. All of them stare blankly at
Alex. Alex asks for the guarantee that
he and the ones he has brought with him will have safe passage out of this
place and back to their own. The Voice replies
that it will not grant this, and Alex asks if it would make him twice the
oath-breaker, as he has a pact with his friends that none of them will abandon
each other.
It considers this and says that they will talk again.
They head back down the stairs, although the three women
will not move, no matter how hard they try to persuade them. Their fellow soldiers take out guns, capping
them each in the head, and one pulls out an incendiary grenade with which to
burn the bodies. The remaining company
heads back down the stairs to the room where the woman sleeps. They are all able to drop safely into the
room, although Alia takes a tumble at the end.
There is a doorway in the room, and as Drake opens it, the
woman on the bed gasps. Looking into the
hall beyond, Wally can see a purple glow emanating from a window, and they all
file out into the hallway. The woman on
the bed raises her hand, and whispers, “Wait.”
Alia hangs back, though Alex, Morgan, and Gareth all follow Drake and Wally
towards the glow. Alia asks the woman
what she needs, to which she replies, “Please.
I can help. With the Hand Made Man.” Alia asks what the woman’s name is, and the
woman asks Alia to name her. Alia does
not, but continues, asking if the woman is a prisoner. She sits up, but is held back by the vines in
her head. She wants to help them, but…
Down the hall, Drake realises that Alia and Goom have fallen behind and returns
to the door, just in time to hear that the woman can help with the Hand Made Man. The woman’s cost for helping them is her
freedom, she wants out of this place.
Drake tells Alia to make the deal, get it done, get out of here.
The woman asks Alia to hold her hand, and then shoot
her. Alia concedes to name the woman,
calling her Angel, and taking her hand.
Angel tells her, “The children are his way in, and there’s a bloodline…
Your… mentor has kept it locked away.
She’s hiding it from you…” She
falls back into the bed, letting Alia’s hand go. Goom fires, a double tap to the head, and
smashes her with the iron chains he still carries from the train platform. The book it to where the rest of the group
stands around the glowing window.
Looking through, it appears as though they are at least
forty stories up in a building. Wally
spends a Glamour, opening the way
between worlds. Where there had been no
scent before, something hits their noses now, something Gareth recognises from
his debauched clubbing days as scrotal sweat and plastic underwear. Lovely.
Once again, Alex is bullied through the doorway, this time
by a couple of M. Butterfly’s soldiers and everyone else follows. They burst out of a closet door, glitter,
feather boas, g-strings, wigs, and makeup exploding around them as they return
to the real world. They are in a
dressing room and the sound of heavy bass music can be heard.
In front of them stands a black man in drag, just finishing
his makeup. “Well,” he says, recognition
flashing on his face when he notices Gareth, “You know how to make an entrance!”
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