Event #3 Loved Ones Departed

Meg woke up with her head pounding and heard voices. Where on earth was she? It was a dimly lit area and she sat up with a little groan, she was extremely sore. Her eyes widened when she heard John's voice it sounded strained. "John!" She shouted and hurried up, her steps a little unsure as she was still a little woozy. Once she made it towards them she froze in place upon seeing the man who held the shard of glass to John's throat. "No! Please don't hurt him! He's not working with that sick woman!" She pleaded as she took a careful step forward, not wanting to aggravate the man any further. "Please! Don't kill him! You' be no better then the kidnapper if you hurt another innocent." She pointed out, hoping to somehow get through to the man. Although it seemed to be a pretty hopeless cause as the man seemed out of it.

Messua looked around. It seemed people were waking up, the noise had risen a lot. Was that Meg? She knew the voice from earlier. Messua turned her head towards the voice. "Meg? Is that you?", she asked calmly. She totally forgot about the guy that threatened John. He was a big boy, he could manage. And there was no way for her to help him anyway. Maybe at least one more try.

"Can we all calm down and stop the nonsense, please?", she asked now with a slight annoyed undertone in her voice. "Threatening someone won't help you here.", she said and shook her head. "Really if we want to die, we could've done it earlier way easier."

Silvia woke up once again in this strange place. She had a headache but it wasn't nearly as painful as the others she had encountered. She got up, her blonde curls falling in front of her face as she did. She stretched before she heard shouting behind her, causing her to look at what was going on. Her blue eyes widened a little before they narrowed at the sight. There was man who seemed to be losing it, holding a glass shard to a bald man's throat. She turned around and headed towards the scene and watched it unfold. A woman was already pleading for the man to stop, which made her wonder if that was the victim's girlfriend.

"She's right you know. If you kill that man, you'll be a murderer just like the person in charge of this place. You really want that on your conscious? Cause you don't look like a killer. We understand if you're scared, but you really need to put down the shard. So how about you let it go, huh? No one here is going to hurt you." Silvia said as she took a few steps forward. She was now in front of the woman who was just pleading.

She didn't go far though, not wanting to make the guy feel anymore threatened than he already did.

When he heard another woman shouting, Adam swiftly turned in her direction, John still pressed against him. "Don't come near!" he shouted. All those people trying to calm him down were just making him more pressured and preventing him from thinking properly. In fear, his eyes went from one woman to another before going back to the pony-tailed one. He could see the reflection of his own panic in that woman's eyes. She looked sincerely worried. And he was starting to realize that he was the reason of her worry. Him. The man who wouldn't have laid a finger on an insect before that cursed kidnapping. How could he have stooped so low? Unable to sustain her gaze, he looked down and then back at the piece of glass on John's throat. The one he was holding on John's throat. The one he was threatening John with. That wasn't him.
His heart beat slowed down a little as he unsteadily walked back, letting John go.

Meg's heart was pounding in her chest and she only dimly registered Messua talking to her. Her eyes were only on the man keeping John hostage, and then he looked right at her. He looked every bit as scared as she herself felt and she watched in some shock as he suddenly released John. "Thank you." She whispered and hurried forward towards John. "I'm so glad you're ok John....wha...your hair." She whispered and hesitantly reached towards him. All his hair had been shaved off and he had some cuts as a result. That was when she saw Messua and she felt her heart sink, "Oh Messua what did that woman do to you?" She whispered as she stood up and stepped towards her. The bandages covering her eyes made her think of Garrett after his accident.

Celia felt her headache die down. Her ears catching sound. People yelling... Why was it so crowded? Celia opened her eyes and sat up. There was something going on. A man yelling. Meg... Meg? Celia looked around. Kida? She frowned. Was everybody here? She heared Megara yell John. And that made her look once more. John? That was John? He was.. Bald... Celia's eyes widened. Getting up on her feet. She slowly moved towards them. Megara was keeping the ... Handsome stranger occupied. He surely was not a pain to look at she thought. Everybody started saying how people should calm down. Which really wasn't helping... Calm was the last thing this man was. And she did not want to get too much involved. Besides if she was correct John had provoked this man. Well it wasn't a surprise really.

Celia sighed. "Would kind of seem suspicious don't you think? Everybody telling him to be calm.. I'm just saying. This place is making me paranoid aswell." She held her hands in one. Caressing the ring. Looking at Meg, Messua then John. Her eyes went to the new male. Celia smirked. "But what are we going to do if we kill our only way out?" She asked tilting her head to the side. "Just a thought. If you kill the person who's responsible for this. How the fuck are we going to get out? Plus if you're not sure. It's kind of a waste to kill such a handsome face.."

Jesus Christ this was turning into a hulabaloo. The more people woke up and came over to help John could feel the anxiety emanating from the other man.
When Megsy awoke and came closer to them he made eye contact with her to try and reassure her. Smiling a little even.
He knew he had to survive this, just not sure how yet.
And he was just as surprised as everyone else when the man suddenly let him go. Taking a few wary steps away from the man before spreading his arms open to welcome Meg into them. "I'm alright." He said to her softly. "Are you?" He asked her. "It will grow back." He said spreading a wide smile on his lips, referring to his hair.
Making a mental note about congratulating himself on his guess work that the person behind it all was a woman. Well according to Megsy at least.
He kissed Meg on the forehead softly. Looking at Celia a little awkwardly, not sure how to act in this situation with her. He didn't think she would be coming over to him, and he would not have blamed her for that either.

Mesua tilted her head on Meg's question. "She liked me to play a little game. I survived, my partner survived. I think that's the most important of it.", she gave a reassuring smile. Or tried at least. The atmosphere had changed and seemed to be lighter now. So the danger was over for now? Great.

"Uh, uhm... John?", she asked softly. "Can we go back to the point where we wanted to go inside the building now? Or does someone else like to lead me in?", she shrugged.

Dimitri heard voices. Panicking about something. A nwe game?? A rush of adrenaline went through his body and he was fully awake suddenly. He sat up and looked around. He was in the garden, with many other people. SOme he knew, some he didn't. A stranger held a knife against John's throat - where did his hair go? That had been like his identifying feature. He didn't know who the guy was, but Meg was standing in front of them. Then someone with blonde hair went over to them and the man finally let go of John. Celia? His face enlightened by the view of her back. He got up and quickly looked at the other people around. Jane was there, Garrett and Isabelle and... wait, was that Kida? He couldn't believe his eyes. How- Why...? Was that really her? He stared in her direction for a long time, in disbelief. Strange that he could still be surprised about something.
His glance went from the white-haired woman to the small building which doors were wide open. What was that? He couldn't see anything because it was very dark in there. Were they supposed to enter that? He wondered what kind of cruelty would await them if they did....
He shook his head and went over to the small group of pwople. "Celia..", he called.

Laying on the mausoleum wall, Adam watched everyone chatting and asking for news of each other with a distant gaze, as if he wasn't really here, as if it was just a dream... or a nightmare. That woman's, Meg's, thanks convinced him that he had done the right thing by letting John go. Gosh, he had been about to kill a man in cold blood. This thought made him sicker than he already was and he grabbed his head in his hands, feeling dizzier and dizzier every second.
He still managed to catch what the blind girl said about going inside the mausoleum. "You won't find anything you would want to find in there. Just death, plain, ugly death." he let out in a breath.

So everybody was just ignoring her... Fine. It was not like her words mattered anyway.. If anything she could just not be there.. John didn't dare look at her. Yes it was pretty awkward. It kind of pissed her off that he was hugging and pretending to care for Meg. If only she knew... Celia's ears then picked up a voice that was too familiar aswell. Turning around. She saw Dimitri. Seeing him hurt even more. She knew what she had heared before. Celia was not stupid. Feeling the world just fade. Why was she here again? What was her fucking purpose in this messed up place. Celia looked at Dimitri. Unsure what to say. Should she go to him? Should she ignore him? just as everybody had ignored her? Celia parted her lips but didn't know what to say. At a loss for words she stood there. Feeling her tears but not showing them. She had kept up an act through the wall. Giving him a weak sad smile. Feeling so conflicted.

Freesh air. The man felt air washing and blowing over him, blowing his hair and clothes. He was outside again. Miguel took another breath, opened his eyes and forced himself to rise on unsteady feet. He looked around, noticing similar faces of people he already met. He saw Messua and Kida, that tall brunett girl and Jamie, who was laying down still unconsciousness on the ground, and... He saw her. The man run across the others and kneeled beside his dearest human being on the earth. "Jane, dear," he whispered. The guy woke Jane up and helped her to stand up and walk where all the others were. "Messua," he touched the blackhaired girl's shoulder, still holding Jane tight and pulling her closer to him with another hand. "Oh, God, your,.. your eyes,.."

Messua turned her head back to the familiar voice of the unknown man. Death? In a building? "Something like a mausoleum? Buried corpses?", she asked calmly. Well, that seemed quite weird. Their kidnapper buried the dead corpses in a somehow holy place like this? "I still would like to go in.", maybe her first roomate, Kayley, was in there. She wanted to pray for the girl that lost her life so suddenly.

A tap on her should made her move around. THis voice... She smiled. "Hello Miguel. Nice to hear your voice again.", she chuckled. This place seemed to drive her slowly crazy, but she didn't felt crazy at all. "Ah, yes my eyes.", if she could, she would've rolled them in annoyance right now. "They are lost forever, but this Dean is alive, so don't bother about it, please?"