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As the abearmination pads off the stairs, Drake steps into
its path, flashing his glamour in an attempt to deter the beast from
attacking. He is only marginally
successful. As it begins slashing at
them with horrid claws, the rest of the group opens fire. As puffs of stuffing explode in the air
around it, the thing turns its second set of eyes—the baby’s face on its
belly—at them in turn, the flashing eyes having detrimental effects upon their
weapons. The hail of gunfire is
relentless, cotton flying everywhere, the thing moaning, and the malicious
child-like voice from the air protesting, “This isn’t fun any more!”
Drake asks if it would like to surrender now or should they
keep going? Morgan attempts to curse it,
and Gareth finally takes it down with a short burst of bullets. As they ponder their next steps, Goom does
his best to repair the guns that had malfunctioned. He is able to do so, save for
Wally’s—whatever the bearstrosity had done to it ruined the clip release
mechanism irreparably, at least with what they currently have at hand. Wally switches to a pistol, leaving the
semiautomatic behind. They ascend up to
the next floor.
As they look up, they see natural light pouring in from the
next landing and from an apartment with an open door. Initially the interior of the domicile seems
normal, but it stretches out, seemingly into an endless savannah. The air is humid, and the stairs, though
normal under their feet, has turned into a waterfall. Drake calls out to the child voice that he
thought it wanted to play, and they continue up. Down the hall to the right is a child’s ride
on toy which resembles a dinosaur, to the left is a Little Tikes Cozy Coupe
that keeps ramming itself into the wall.
From the savannah ahead of them comes a bass-heavy roar. Drake closes the apartment door, shutting off
the savannah, and as he does the dinosaur starts trundling toward him. As they step up onto the next set of stairs,
the dinosaur bumps at the stairs, but goes no farther. Goom punts it, and it flies down the hall
with a whine.
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As they round the landing to the fourth floor, the child
voice comes again. “You broke my
toy. You brought guns.” It whines, and then in a booming growl,
“YOU’RE NOT VERY NICE!” Drake reasons
with it that they’re friendly to people who are their friends, and they could
all be friends if the child would like it.
It bellows again, “FRIENDS DON’T USE GUNS. I’M GETTING MY FRIEND.” And then
nothing. They carry on to the 4th
floor.
The 4th floor is water . As though retained by an invisible barrier,
the space from floor to ceiling, as far as they can see, is all water. It is clear, deep
blue, and with little illumination. They
all turn on the torches that are mounted to their guns, which helps a bit. They can see apartments and seaweed
throughout the floor. As they again
ponder their next move, fate decides for them.
The water wall comes crashing down, stunning all of them. Most are able to find a handhold, but Gareth
and Alex are swept away, bashing into walls and stairs, down to the 2nd
floor. As the 4th floor
drains, the scenery around the rest of the group has changed.
They’re now in a cloud land, standing on an island of
clouds. The rest of the building around
them seems to have disappeared. They see
a four-poster bed floating some ways away from them and spinning rapidly, a
hand drawn castle, and behind them—the last vestige of any sort of building
interior—the Manhattan
skyline is visible through a window.
Drake attempts to exert his will against the dream in an
effort to restore reality. They feel the
world flex around them, but nothing changes.
Alia also attempts to fight it, but with similar results. After some discussion, they determine that
they should make for the bed. Alia is
able to conjure a cloud that will transport three of them through the sky,
pulling up a section of the cloud beneath their feet. Goom and Wally choose to remain behind, while
Drake and Morgan join Alia. They climb
on as their cloud ferry begins to move.
Though it continues to spin, they can see that upon the bed
is a middle aged African American woman, limbs akimbo, with a redbrown stain
spreading beneath her. A yellow tube is
wrapped around one arm and a needle sticks out from beneath it. They ask aloud if this is the child’s mother,
but only receive silence. Alia offers to
help clean her up, make her pretty again, and the spinning slows enough to
allow her on. When she pulls the needle
out, she can see the vein collapse and the woman’s hand clasps around her
wrist, milky eyes staring. Alia asks how
she can help, and the woman says that they have to find the needle. Alia asks if it is a syringe needle, but the
woman doesn’t definitively answer, as she begins coughing. Alia scoops up some cloud, and squeezes water
from it into the woman’s mouth. Some
recovered, the woman says, “He’s a good boy, but there’s poison there.” She proceeds to describe the building, the
effect of the sand upon it and its denizens, as well as her boy, whose name is Duayane.
“He’s a good boy, but something happened. Find the needle. 601. It’s almost here.”
Meanwhile, down on the 2nd floor, Alex and Gareth
come to in a bit of pain, but otherwise not drowned or dead. The water that had washed around them is now
falling as rain, and they are standing amidst a roiling stormy sea. Everything is in grayscale, even they. As they try to move around, they realise that
the surface beneath them is made of faces, screaming, moaning, saying awful
things. Waves of faces
rise, crest, and slam into them over and over.
None are familiar, although all of them are “brown”—faces of persons who
are not Caucasian. In trying to figure
out what to do, Gareth tells Alex about his last experience in a dream, how he
sprouted wings when he appeared as a horse.
At the mention of “horse”, one of the faces perks up, excitedly
jabbering about heroin and asking Gareth if he has any, and asking turns to
begging. Gareth replies that he doesn’t
right now, but if the man will tell them how to get out of here, he promises to
“hit up his guy” and get some real soon.
The face sneers and starts screaming “FAGGOT!” at him, dozens of other
faces taking up the cry as well.
Doing their best to ignore the slurs, Gareth and Alex return
to their discussion. Alex figures it
can’t hurt, and so exerts his will and glamour, and finds that he has sprouted
wings. He scoops up Gareth, who is
running low on his reserve of glamour, and they take to the sky. Both of them agree that this is more than a
bit awkward, Gareth nattering on about some similar dream he once had (but not
about Alex, he swears) and they speak no more of it.
As they rise, they see a hole appear in the stormclouds
above, as though someone had pulled up a plug.
Alex gives one more push with his wings, and they’re both able to grab
onto the lip of the hole and haul themselves up.
Back on the ground of the cloud world, Wally and Goom see a
pair of grey hands scrabble at the edge of the cloud where Alia had pulled up
her transport. They level their guns at
it, not knowing what to expect. When
Alex and Gareth appear, they’re slightly relieved, although the two men are
still completely grayscale. Just as
they’re starting into their updates for each other, darkness washes over
them. Above, Alia, Morgan, and Drake are
similarly plunged into darkness, and they plummet to the ground inside an
apartment. As they land, the others feel
the surface beneath them become solid hallway again. The child voice
booms around them, “I BROUGHT A FRIEND.”
There is a sound like a wrecking
ball, and something large and orange begins crashing toward them, plowing
through the walls, floors, and ceilings of the apartment building, centered on
the 4th floor. Not used to
seeing it from this angle, it takes the group a moment to realise what it
is. The Statue of Liberty’s flaming
torch is headed straight for them, and quickly.
Panic ensues.
Gareth and Wally sprint down the
stairs, away from the rest. Alia and
Drake are able to sprint out of the apartment and into the hall, Alia yelling
about apartment 601,
that they need to get the boy. Goom
heads to the 6th floor. Alex,
Alia, and Drake are not swift enough and are swept up by the torch , falling to the floor below, Drake and Alex passing out from the
extent of the injuries they have taken.
Alia manages to dodge the worst of it and, spying another staircase at
the far end of the building, begins taking the stairs to the 6th
floor. Still in the apartment, Morgan
watches in horror as the torch passes within inches of her. She can see outside, that the tarp over the
building has been ripped away, and purple haze is venting out of the structure. Some floors down, Wally and Gareth stop, and
similarly make for a side staircase, knowing that the stairs they had been
using are now rubble.
Up on the 6th, Goom
faces the door of Apartment
601. It is locked, so he
invokes one of his contracts, and kicks the door open, shouting “BOY!” as he
does so. In one bedroom, he sees a young
black boy asleep in a bed. He shakes
him, but the child does not wake, he gets some water from the toilet reservoir
(the taps aren’t working) and splashes the boy in the face. Nothing.
He picks the boy up, intending to shake him again, when he hears wood,
plaster, and glass shattering behind him.
He turns, holding Duayane in front of him, as a shield. The torch stops at the last second; the boy
does not awaken. Goom says aloud that
they’re only trying to help, and that he’d be much obliged if they weren’t
attacked any more. As the torch is in
the way of the apartment’s entrance, Goom searches for another way out.
Alia has made it up to the 6th
floor where she is eventually joined by Wally, Gareth, and eventually
Morgan. On their way up, they could all
see the big green wall of Lady Liberty’s skirt obstructing the windows. Alia begins explaining to them what she
learned from Duayane’s mother, when Goom bursts through the wall carrying the sleeping boy. Morgan tries waking him, to no avail. When she mentions the needle Duayane’s mother
spoke of Gareth decides to search the apartment—between his past history with
drug use and Alia’s regular contact with junkies, they figure they should be
able to suss out any hiding places.
Meanwhile, Goom goes down to the 3rd floor to aid Alex and
Drake. Morgan eventually joins Alia and
Gareth, while Wally waits in the hall.
The search for a needle, any
needle, is fruitless. After some debate
among the three of them, knowing that time is precious and short, Alia and
Gareth decide to enter Duayane’s dream, and Morgan will keep watch over them.
In the dream they are still in
the apartment. Everything is off, but
not alarmingly so, the way things appear when one dreams a familiar place. They do, however, hear a scratching coming
from the door that they know to be the boy’s.
They do a quick once over of the apartment and, finding nothing of note,
decide to open the door. Immediately
they see Duayane cowering in a corner, transfixed by something. That something is a man-sized medieval
marionette with a giant iron needle sticking from its head and a massive black
widow, easily a couple of feet across or more, also impaled by the needle, and
scratching at the marionette’s face. Gareth
goes to help Duayane, who starts yelling that the spider is hurting his friend
and they’ve got to help. Gareth tries
explaining that the marionette is a bad man, who has caused a lot of trouble
for a lot of people in the city, but the boy won’t listen.
Alia manages to free the spider
from the needle, and it immediately turns against them. She, Gareth, and even Duayane try fighting
it. They eventually dispatch it,
although in the scuffle Alia is bit and falls unconscious. Trying to process that and keep Duayane from
freeing the Hand Made Man, which he still assumes to be the right course of
action, he grabs the child and manhandles him out of the bedroom.
Back in the real world, Morgan
watches in horror as Alia’s body begins spasming. She’s still alive, though unwakeable; she
calls for Wally. When he realises that
Alia and Gareth just decided to go into the Dream without consulting the rest
of the group, or at least bringing him into the discussion, he starts freaking
out. Morgan explains that they felt they
had no time and acted they way they thought was best. And now since something has happened to Alia,
she has to go in after them. Helplessly,
Wally agrees, and stands watch while Morgan lies down next to Gareth and Alia,
slipping into the Dream.
She enters right as Gareth is
carrying a squirming Duayane from the other room. He makes brief introductions and explains,
quickly, what’s going on with the Hand Made Man in the other room. While they
talk, Duayane manages to wriggle free and dash into his room, where he proceeds
to start pulling the needle from the Hand Made Man’s head. After a short struggle, Morgan has him with
his arms pinioned behind him, and instructs Gareth to set the puppet on
fire. He pulls out his lighter, holds it
to the thing’s clothing. It catches… a
little, but it isn’t going up fast enough.
Back in the real, Goom has
returned to 601 with Alex and Drake.
When they see the two girls and Gareth asleep, and Wally explains what
has happened, shouting commences. In the
anger and commotion, Drake says he knows the only way to end this for certain,
M. Butterfly even said they might have to do this.
He pulls his pistol and places it
to Duayane’s head.
Wally pulls his own pistol and
levels it at Drake, warning him that there has to be another way, and if Drake
shoots, so does Wally.
Drake pulls the trigger.
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