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Erin Monaghan

"It rained that night..."

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a character in “Evermore”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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NAMEXX Erin Aleena Monaghan

NICKNAMESXX Rin (Most common) | Blondie (Tolerates)

AGEXX Deceased at 20 | Now 25

SEXUALITYXXHomosexual | Demiromantic
xxxxxxGENDERXX Cis-Female | She/Her

NATIONALITYXX Caucasian, American

ROLEX Ghost

HEXXX #8BA3A6
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Like most of the ghosts, Erin's current form has aged to match the missing time from her death until now. Appearing five years older than she was at the time of her passing. Only thing that makes her different than the normal human, other than being a god damn ghost, is the fact that she cause cause things to move with telekinesis. However weak her control over the ability may be. She can move small things with ease, such as a book to her hand or a tea-cup across a table and into someone else's hand. But anything large than a medium size object is currently very difficult for her to pull off. Other than that, she is next to fully human, except being dead.

As for her memories well, Erin remembers nothing other than her own name, where she was from, and the name 'Nixie', someone who must have been important enough for to remember immediately. But just the name, no description or face. Just a name is all she remembers. In fact, the woman's name in question were the first words uttered out of her mouth when she gasped awake in that god damn field. She can't remember much of anything, other than hazy and foggy memories. No faces or names of anyone else. Everything is just a hazy mess and comes in waves, however foggy they may be.

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M I R R O RXXM I R R O R

H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5' 7", 170cm | 125lbs, 56kg | Slim yet toned

Erin wears whatever feels more comfortable for her that day. Anything from a t-shirt and skinny jeans and boots, to wearing an over-sized hoodie and sweat pants. Her sense of style isn't anything of note, except that it fits her and demonstrates how exactly unorthodox she is in every aspect. Her preferred go-to outfits are anything that is a t-shirt and jeans, to button up short sleeves with jackets and boots. Essentially, the cliche 'gay dad' vibe if you wish.

Erin has been reported as being considered handsomely beautiful by most, and elegantly androgynous by others, which also coinsides with many saying she is the epitome of unorthodox, especially considering her profession as a bartender. She is considered such because, firstly, she has a plethora of tattoos that are usually on full display for all to see, usually by sleeveless shirts or loose-fitting clothes at work. Erin can normally be found wearing skinny jeans and baggy tank tops or t-shirts, as well as the occasional sweater or jacket, along with her normal everyday boots. She is best described as punk rock due to all of the tattoos, her hair and abrasive nature upon first seeing her.

Erin has long hair that is usually styled messily, as well as usually being shaved on both sides in an undercut, that is usually tied up or let down and flowing past her shoulders. The fancier she goes, the more glamorous and androgynous her appearance will be. Erin goes with what fits her when and where, never really caring what kind of person she appears to be, as long as she is happy with herself that's all that matters to herself. Erin holds an air of confidence and self-assurance, and a bit of cockiness, but for those that know her, know that she is rather insecure and constantly nervous. And that the confident side is simply a facade.

As for any oddities or scars, she has a few. Mainly from broken glass from one shattering from her earlier days as a bartender, or the accidental slip of the knife while cooking litter the top and palm of her hands. She has a large scar that runs along the backside of her right hip and up to her left shoulder. Erin doesn't remember where she got it from or how. While in reality it was caused from being hit by a speeding car, a large piece of shrapnel was wedged into her side. Another small scar on her side, which she has never discussed, but is obvious upon inspection to be a slightly aged bullet wound. And lastly, she has two small but rather noticeable scars on her left wrist, but only when someone truly notices it or looks very closely. Which is usually why she wears a variety and multitude of bracelets and accessories. Something that goes with her style, as well as helping to prevent anyone from noticing her scars that she's rather not talk about as she isn't exactly proud of those.
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W H OXXA MXXI?
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Back when Erin was still a human, it took some people a bit of time to get used of her rather rough-looking exterior. Something of an enima, Erin was quite the opposite of how she seemed to people. Upon first meeting her, people assumed that she was an angry and angsty sort of rebel, when while yes that is partially true, it also couldn't be the farthest from the truth all things considered. Once someone could look past the rough, tattoo-covered exterior, that can see that she was an incredibly kind, outgoing, and loving individual who at least once given the chance could prove to be one of your best friends. She was also what many would referred to her as a "fucking dumbass with a good heart." Her ways of going about things were morally questionable and at times problematic, but deep down, she had a heart of gold and wanted nothing more than the best for people.

Erin was also very reserved in most aspects of life. Never prying into anyone else's business or asking questions she probably shouldn't have been asking. She'd always be an open ear to someone and a shoulder to cry on for whoever may have needed it. Erin was also a very touchy-feely person. Usually always having to either be touching someone or being close to them in any way. From sitting next to someone, or barely having an arm or leg touching them, such as one of her arms draped over their shoulder. When it came to romance or relationships on the other hands well...Erin was a hopeless romantic. Finding simple gestures and actions to be worth more than the larger gestures, and always returned said actions in kind and ten fold. Like someone holding a door open for her or giving a genuine compliment meant more to Erin than receiving a gift or something of physical value. She cared more about the sentiment than having something to physically hold onto. It was just her way of things.

Aside from the kind and caring nature of Erin, she also held a slightly more darker side. How she actually viewed the world behind the happy-go-lucky mask she always wore around most people. The Erin that not many people ever got to see. The one who was helpless and depressed, constantly anxious and second guessing herself. The one who would hold all of her feelings in, bottling them up until they came out in a flurry of mixed words and feelings until she came back down from her short bursts of emotional stress. Erin knew how to put on a brave face, even when she was feeling everything and did her best to hide it. And since coming back now, well, her emotions are even on higher alert than ever before.

Erin is confused, scared, and unknown of what's to come. Who is she really? What was her life like before whatever happened that cut her life short? Could she ever be the same person she was again? And if so, how? But more importantly, who is the person behind the name that keeps coming back into her mind? And what do they know about her...?

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Erin has a bad habit of biting her nails when anxious, even to the point of drawing blood | Her right leg bounces to an unknown pattern whenever she's stressed | Erin paces back and forth when trying to think | Her nose twitches whenever she overthinks on something, a clear tell of her being anxious

F E A R S:
Death, ironically enough Erin is terrified of dying and staying dead. It happened once already and she fears of it happening once again | Darkness, complete and utter darkness. The empty feeling it brings her in uneasy | Ending up alone, she's scared that if she can't figure out who she is, as well as figuring out anything in her life. She just doesn't want to be alone forever

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T H EXXP A S T

It all started long before Erin was born, when a young and dumb couple decided to get married at an all too young age, eight-teen and nine-teen to be exact. They were irresponsible and immature, having a family at such a young age, nonetheless in a small town such as Widow's Peak was a mistake, and that was putting it lightly. They were undeniably infatuated with each other and they considered it love over lust or being dumb and young. It was about three months from the delivery date for their first child that the news hit them. They weren't having just one child, but two, fraternal twins to be specific. A boy and a girl. And that fact didn't change anything, they were more than excited now to welcome their two kids into the world.

That was until the day of the twins birth that tragedy struck. While their daughter was born happy and healthy as could be, their son had been a still-born birth. The reality of the entire situation hit them all too hard and sent both of the parents into a depressive state. Which caused their child, Erin to be taken in by her grandparents. For the most part, from an early age their life was as good as one would expect, or at least expected. It was only when Erin had turned twelve and was looking through their family history and medical records that she found the truth out about her family. More specifically, her twin brother who hadn't made it. She was furious that her parents didn't tell her the truth of what happened, nevermind hiding it from her. She knew her birth had complications, but she never knew the exact nature of it, nevermind the fact that they had kept the fact she would have had a sibling ontop of it.

The truth caused a large gap to form between Erin and her parents, who were already having a rocky relationship, and the fact her grandparents even came to her parents defense caused a rift between them as well. She felt lied to and betrayed by them all, and it only made things worse the stresses of school became too much for Erin. She found her grades slipping even more than they had been before, her ability to focus was always hard compared to others, as well as her ability to fully understand some things. It was only when a therapist recommended she got diagnosed for some learning disabilities. When the diagnosis came back positive for ADHD and Dyslexia, there was some relief, as she was put into programs that would help with her specific cases, which had helped some. But with the pressure of her family, and over all relationships with most people, she could feel herself slipping through the cracks as the years went on.

It was only when she ran into a kid named Markus, and his friend Soren that life seemed a bit better. A little less hopeless, and a little brighter. They were much like her, troublesome back-rounds, bit of outcasts and weirdos in their own rights. It was even due to Soren that she got into music as much as she did, often finding herself picking up a guitar, or helping come up with a beat and rhythm to help Soren with his music. To her, it was just for fun, but she knew it was something real to Soren, and happily helped support him in his dream. Even helping him buy a proper guitar for his birthday. Life was good for all of them, at least it was until tragedy struck.

Erin remembered going to a party with Markus and Soren, she decided to stay at the party a little bit longer with her girlfriend, Phoenix, when they left. Enjoying the time they were having with their other friends. It was only the next day when she got a panicked call from Markus. She remembered his words over the phone, scatter brained words and sentences. Something about the hospital. Soren. Car accident. And that she needed to come immediately. Erin grabbed her things and went to where Markus was at the hospital, where Markus' mother worked, and she explained what happened to Erin as Markus was off in one of the chairs, still a sobbing mess. Erin broke down as the words left the woman's mouth as she retold her the news. He was so young, and they had just talked the night before. Hour prior. It didn't make any sense. It almost didn't seem real to her that Soren was gone, just like that.

She began to blame herself for what happened. Maybe if she had left with the two when they did. Maybe she could have diffused the situation between them. Like she always had. She was often the voice of reason in the small group. She knew she could have done something, but Erin failed. Much like Markus, she became more reserved and to herself with most people. When she wasn't at Phoenix's house for a few hours or at Markus', crashing at his place for a lot of the time. To get away from her own issues at home, the next two years passed by slowly. And slowly started to seem to be coming to the light at the end of the tunnel. Erin was saving up money that she was earning at her job. Her relationship with her girlfriend was good, and she had Markus. There was nothing that could ruin it. Hell, Erin was even saving up money on the side for a ring, and she even bought one and hid it under the floorboard's in Markus' old room so her parents wouldn't find it. It'd be safe there.

Erin was gonna make the big decision and ask Phoenix, the woman she loved, to marry her in the next two days. She had spent so much time mentally working herself up for the moment. Erin knew her life was starting to see a more positive outcome, even if it was only in small moments, but they were always good when she was with the one she loved. So, when she bought the ring and planned on popping the question, there wasn't a doubt in her mind. She was gonna do it. She just had two more days, at least that's what she thought.

It was an overly long shift that night. The rain and wind howled outside of the bar's windows, and Erin knew she could just wait the storm out just a little bit longer, so she decided to have a few drinks with her friends that often frequented the bar. Erin decided to keep her plans of proposing to herself, she didn't want them to possibly spoil the surprise. When the storm seemed to finally wind down, Erin decided she'd walk home, passing down the offer for a ride home. She only lived eleven minutes away, the walk wasn't a long one. It'd do her some good. As she walked along the freshly rained pathways, she decided it'd be best to text Nixie, and let her know she was on her way home. That she was only eleven minutes away from the apartment, and she'd be able to have the next two days off from work. It was all going well. Erin remembered putting her phone away in her back pocket, and before she knew it, there was a bright light, the screeching of what she could only assume was tires, and everything went silent.

The next thing Erin knew, she was gasping for breath, laying on her back in an open field. Erin didn't know why, but the first words out of her mouth were a name she didn't know. At least, she didn't remember who the name belonged to. Other than that it was a woman's name, and for whatever reason it was important to her. All Erin had on her was a cell-phone she didn't recognize, a key for what she could only assume was an apartment (that may have been her's), and the nagging feeling to go to a place called Widow's Peak. Erin found herself walking down beside the lonely street with a sign that said Widow's Peak and knew she was headed in the right direction...But why? All she knows is that she's in urgent need to find the person who's name she can remember, and find out what they know about her, whatever that may be, Erin isn't sure...But she has to find out.

So begins...

Erin Monaghan's Story

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Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Erin Mohaghan
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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
xxxkept my fears in a suitcase

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A gasp filled the empty apartment, and a formerly still body sat bolt upright. Soren gasped for air, his heart still pounding in his chest.This had happened every single night since he’d first woken up in this apartment. Every time he woke up, he woke up afraid, but the memories of the dream disappeared as soon as he tried to remember them, vanishing like smoke into the abyss of his mind. His phone was hovering a foot off the bedside table, and he snatched it from the air, checking the time. He didn’t know why he could suddenly move things without touching them or why they tended to hover in midair when he was upset about something or why he seemed to flicker in and out of sight at times. He didn’t know why his memory was so blank. He didn’t know where he was, why he was here, or what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He’d hoped he might figure it out with time, but two days later and he still had no idea. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he needed to do and that something was urgent, and every morning he found himself reaching for his phone as if the answer would be there. It never was.

It was late morning, later than he’d meant to sleep. Groaning to himself, he grabbed the packet of smokes on his bedside table, pulled on a hoodie, took up his usual position, sitting on his window sill with the window open as wide as it would go, and lit up a cigarette. Even if he couldn’t remember what the dreams were about, or why he was here or what the hell was happening to him, he knew that a smoke was one of the only things that could calm the tremors in his hands and the shaking of his breath. It seemed that the things he couldn’t remember outweighed the things he did. His memory was just a gaping void, full of things that he felt he could almost remember, but the minute anything became halfway clear, it would just slip out of reach. Except for a few memories, and almost all of them were ones he would have been fine with forgetting.

And then there was the name. Markus Vasco. It had been his first thought when he’d opened his eyes two days ago, and it was a name that seemed to be constantly whispered in his mind ever since. He’d done a bit of research, and it seemed he was a tattoo artist somewhere in town. Soren had the address written down on a piece of paper, but something was holding him back, stopping him from going and looking just yet. What the hell was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Hi, two days ago I woke up with total amnesia and for some reason, the only name I could remember besides my own was yours. Do you have any idea about it? Because I sure as hell don’t.

He sighed, blowing out a lungful of smoke out the window into the street and watched as it twisted and curled, before fading into nothing. Somebody had once told him the cigarettes would kill him one day, and he’d just laughed and shrugged. He blinked at the sudden memory, but the faces around it were gone, empty faces he just couldn’t recall no matter how much he tried. He stubbed out the cigarette and closed the window, figuring he needed to get dressed and figure out what the hell he was going to do for the day. There was a leaflet abandoned on the counter, one that had been shoved into his hand by someone on the street yesterday, advertising the town’s Halloween festival. Even if the night itself was just under two weeks away, the town seemed to run events for the whole of October. Soren went over to pick up the leaflet. Something, deep inside him, told him that was where he should go tonight. Well, it wasn’t like he had any better plans.

He spent the rest of the day just in the apartment, doing a little more reading into this Markus Vasco. He’d considered googling his own name more than once, but every time he went to type his name in, a wave of panic and anxiety came over him, telling him not to do it. He figured that reaction meant that he probably wasn’t going to like whatever he found, so he just never looked. But he couldn’t find much on this Markus person either, and he knew that meant he probably just needed to get over himself and go talk to him. He promised himself he’d do it the following day, but first he’d decided to go to this Halloween market for whatever reason.

He pulled on his trusted silver jacket, put on some eyeliner to make him feel a little more like himself (another thing he instinctively knew and couldn’t explain), and headed out. It was cold, but it had at least stopped raining. His breath came out in a swirl of fog as he walked, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him. Torches lined the streets, giving everything an eerie and atmospheric look. Stalls lined Main Street, with local businesses all running stalls of all and every kind. There were people selling handmade masks and costumes, local artists selling art, and so much wonderful looking and smelling food. He bought a cup of hot apple cider and wandered down the street, looking at the stalls and wondering what it was exactly that had drawn him here, or if it had just been curiosity and something to do.

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Erin Monaghan
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Location: Widow's Peak Diner | Outfitx|x#8BA3A6
xxxI would sell my soul for a bit more time
xxxYou stain all on my body like you're red wine
xxxYou're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
xxxYou run your middle finger up and down my spine
xxxI'm sorry there was no one to apologize


Erin stared blankly into the void as her mind tried gathering her scrambled thoughts, as if any of this even made any sense to her, and she doubted it was going to make sense anytime soon. The platinum blonde woman simply sat on one of the old creaky chairs in the small diner that stood along a multitude of buildings that aligned the street of the downtown area of Widow's Peak. Ever since she woke up in that field, Erin couldn't place her finger on it. But something felt off. She felt constantly paranoid and confused, not exactly understanding why nothing felt like it was supposed to, as if she even knew what that was supposed to mean.

But, normal people don't exactly wake up in an empty and barren field on the outskirts of a town, right? But what did she know? That question was all too relevant, as the only things she knew were her first name, Erin, the town of Widow's Peak, and someone by the name of Nixie. That was all. Aside from waking up in the middle of nowhere, with an apartment key and phone, ones she wasn't even sure were her own well, Erin wasn't going to complain. It was something, and she gladly took it. After walking into Widow's Peak, almost being guided by some unknown force, she found herself arriving at a small apartment complex, and found herself going to the second floor and entering one of the rooms.

Erin had simply closed the door behind her as she entered, sat on the couch as she tried to think until she eventually fell asleep, feeling absolutely drained and exhausted. She didn't know why, but her body was tired and even sore to a point. But she didn't care. If she even could have guessed, she slept for two days in a row, a soft gasp filling her lungs with air as she finally woke up again. Rubbing her face as she tried to wake herself up some. It was already half passed noon, the sun shining through the curtains of the small apartment.

Erin would have normally ignored everything and would have gone back to sleep, if it wasn't for the growl of her stomach, signalling to her that she was hungry. Getting to her feet, she rubbed the back of her neck as she shuffled over to the fridge, rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes as a soft yawn escaped her lips. Erin's eyebrows tightly knit together as she looked into the void of the fridge, "Well that's lovely..." she muttered to herself. The fridge was entirely empty, which meant she'd need to go out and find food on her own. Even for the faintest moment she considered calling in food, but...The thought of using the phone caused a small burst of anxiety in her. She could do it later if she really needed to. Grabbing her long black coat, Erin put it on as she left the apartment in search of some food.

Which is how she ended up where she is now. Dark green eyes staring off at the wall that stood opposite her across from the counter-bar where she sat. Her back against the walkway people would use to come into the small diner. "Will that be it, ma'am, or are you going to order another round of food? Again?" a voice broke her trance like state. Blinking rappedly, Erin had to think to herself for a moment, looking at the few scattered, empty baskets of food she had already eaten. Erin bit her lip, "Uhm...I'll take one more round please, and make it a coffee instead of a root-beer, please." she gave the aged man a small smile as she read his name-tag. Harold. "Thank you, Harold." she continued. The old man gave her a small nod, his aged eyes looking her up and down for a moment as he thought, leaning against the counter as he eyed her, "You look familiar...What did you say your name was again, love?" his brow raised, pouring another cup of dirty bean juice into the mug that sat in front of her. Erin blinked for a moment, "Oh. Erin." she replied simply, before adding a few sugar packets and cream into the coffee before taking a sip.

The old man nodded as he caressed his chin, "You don't happen to be from around here, do you?" he questioned casually. Erin raised an eyebrow at his question, thinking for a moment as she took another sip of the hot liquid. The bitter yet sweet taste dancing across her tongue before she swallowed the coffee. Placing the mug down on the counter, "No...Why?" she questioned, an immediate feeling of dread and anxiety began to well up inside of her after she asked the question, why, Erin wasn't sure. Harold simply shook his head as he scoffed, "Sorry just...You look a little familiar is all. Must just be an old man's mind, huh?" he chuckled. A small smile spread across her lips, "I suppose so...But yeah, I just arrived in town a few days ago..." she replied before taking another sip of her drink. Harold chuckled as he finished up filling another basket with a cheeseburger, extra onions, extra pickles, ketchup and light on the mustard. And side of house fries. "What is someone of your age coming to a town like this then, if I may be so bold?" Erin cleared her throat as she accepted the food, placing it in front of her. "I uh..." she paused for a moment, biting her lip as she thought for a moment, "Just passing through, I suppose." she said cooly. Harold nodded solemnly, "Well, where ya headed?" Erin gave a small shrug as she took a bite of her food, quickly swallowing as she cleared her throat before answering. "I'm not exactly sure just yet...Just...On the road, I suppose." she said with a small smile, but her voice gave off the air of being unsure of herself in the statement. Harold nodded once more, "Well, wherever you're headed...I hope you find what you're lookin' for, Erin. I'll let you be now." he gave her a smile before he turned and began to take care of a few other customers' orders.

Erin took a deep breath as she nodded, "So do I...Thank you, Harold." she gave him a small smile, before going back to her food. Where was she going? What was she really doing in this town anyway? Nothing made any sense since she found herself waking up in that god damn field. But all she knew was that she was here for something, and there had to have been someone to have known why and who she was. But for now, she was simply left to her thoughts and breakfast.





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Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
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xxxThey say I may be making a mistake
xxxI would've followed all the way, no matter how far
xxxI know when you go down all your darkest roads
xxxI would've followed all the way to the graveyard


The soft chirping of birds, the sound of the engine of a car that occasionally passed by on the busy street, and the sound of the wind softly hitting against the large pine trees that encircled the area were the only sounds that filled the air, in the otherwise entirely silent graveyard. A soft sigh escaped Markus' mouth as he remained crouched down in-front of one of the graves. It was somewhat worn and weathered, due to the constant onslaught of a vicious winds and harsh winters in the small town. Markus lifted his hand to wipe away the thick layer of dirt that had gathered over the front of the grave marking, his eyes seemingly life-less as the name Soren Bowers was now visible again. "I...I'm so sorry..." Markus choked out, the words came out as barely above a whisper. He could feel his eyes begin to burn once more as tears slowly began to creep into his vision. Markus sniffled as he wiped his nose, slowly getting to his feet as his hands shook by his side. "I'll...I'll be back sometime later this week..." he said softly, the words falling from his lips as his eyes glanced back towards the headstone and then to his feet. It didn't matter how many times he came to visit the two graves for his friends, the pain never left. Almost like he could never fully accept the fact that it had been seven years since Soren's accident, and five since-He shook his head of those thoughts. Doing his best to disgard them as best he could. He'd be back later, that was all that mattered.

Markus looked over the small headstone once more, before he began making his way back a few rows to the front of the graveyard, before stopping. Turning his head to look in the direction to his right, resided another grave. Somewhat newer than Soren's, but still somewhat old and weathered. His eyes glanced at the name, quickly averting it just as quickly as his eyes landed on those etched in letters. It was still too soon, still hurt too much to think about. Hell, shortly after the accident, Phoenix left for college, even though Markus couldn't blame her. The town took everything from her. First her girlfriend, and then her sister. It was only fair she left too but, it still didn't change anything that he had lost his last remaining friend from heighschool. But he couldn't hang onto those feelings and thoughts anymore. She was off in New York, making something for herself while he resided in this small little god forsaken town. He couldn't continue to be bitter, it wasn't healthy. He was just hurt, even if he didn't want to focus on it anymore.

He sighed once more, and turned and left the graveyard. He could come back anytime. He just needed to get his mind off things. And today he was in luck as the local Halloween Festival was taking place this week, and if he wanted anything to help cheer him up, this usually did the trick. But it was usually with his friends, but...Markus needed to grow up and accept what had happened and move on. Shaking his head to himself as he walked down the old worn pathway back to town.

Markus arrived in the market-place a few short minutes later, and the town-square was already buzzing with life. The pumpkin patch was busy as ever, with locals and visitors busily carving them for the small little competion they held every year. Leo and his parents must have been here somewhere, Markus thought to himself. They'd never miss out on this. A faint smile crept across his face for but a moment, as he could have sworn he saw the quickest flash of blonde main of hair flitter by in the corner of his eye. Markus took a double-take, as it would have been impossible. But by the time he looked off in the direction he thought he saw her, the person was gone. Markus blinked, his mind was playing tricks on him. That was all. As Markus looked back around, he could have sworn that a familiar face caught his eye among the pumpkin patch. The brown wavy hair, darker skin and eyes. It had been a few years but, there was no mistaking it. It was Phoenix. A small smile appeared on his lips, seeing her once again after all this time. But a somber feeling hit his chest, it couldn't have been easy for her to be here. For whatever reason-Oh. He blinked again as he saw a red-haired woman talking with her. Slowly he nodded as another smile appeared on his face. He was happy she was doing well for herself. She deserved it after all she'd been through.

Markus began to turn and walk away in the opposite direction of the two women, he wasn't ready to talk to her just yet and found himself practically walking into someone. "Oh shit, I am so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to-" Markus stopped as his eyes found themselves bounding over the person that stood before him. A flashy and shiny jacket, dark blue dyed hair. Maybe it was just an coincidence, but the moment the two locked eyes, Markus froze.

It wasn't possible, was it? It had been seven years. But those eyes and his face. However aged it may have been. But it couldn't be, right? Markus had been to the hospital. He went to the funeral for god's sake. This couldn't, there was no logical or realistic reason for it to be him, right? Markus found himself with mouth ajar as he tried to say something, anything at all other than staring at this man who simply could have just looked like him, right? After what felt like forever, which in reality was no more than a minute or two, Markus shook his head. Snapping himself out of his dazed stupor. "I am so sorry. I just...I was clumsy and didn't watch where I was going...And...I accidentally spilled your drink." Markus said numbly as he saw the freshly spilled beverage on the ground. "Uhm...How about I...How About I pay for a new one, huh? And whatever else you may want. Only fair, right?" he chuckled awkwardly, outstretching his hand to the man. "I know this is going to sound weird but...You don't happen to be from around here, do you? Sorry if that's a weird question just...I don't know. Sorry." Markus fumbled for something to say, anything to help get rid of the awkwardness he was feeling. "But what do you say...Let me buy you another drink?"





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Xan kept her head down as she walked, buried deep beneath her thoughts. Everything looked the same, but different. Just like the woman in the mirror. Some of the sidewalks looked like they'd been repaved recently, some storefronts changed names. She couldn't shake this feeling of displacement.

The sounds of the people made her ears perk, recognizing the smells and decor as the Harvest Festival. She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering how she could have possibly forgotten. Last she could remember it was still spring. A pang shot through her temples, Xan wincing as she reached for her head. The pressure helped dull the pain.

She suddenly remembered how hungry she was, looking around for the first place she could see that had food, recognizing a diner. Still rubbing her temples, she pushed herself through the diner doors taking a seat at the counter.

"What can I get you?" Asked the old man behind the counter.

"Just a milkshake, chocolate malt please."

"Are you sure you don't want to try our pumpkin flavor? It's perfect for the season."

"Uhm, sure - and actually, can I get a double cheesburger too." Xan hadn't ever had so much junk food, it made her sick usually. She buried her head into her hands, trying to collect her thoughts. Nothing was right. Maybe this wasn't even real, maybe she was dreaming - and if she was, might as well enjoy it.

Xan pulled out her phone, suspending in time for a moment - her body telling her to stop. She punched in Nixie's number, something she'd done a dozen times always hanging up before she could hear the click of the line connecting. A couple of times she managed to send the call through - always hanging up before the second ring.

A mop of white blonde hair made her freeze, phone still in hand. She stood up so quickly she knocked down the drink of the person next to her, immediately mumbling a string of apologies. When she looked back, the woman was staring back at her with a blank expression. Xan almost fooled herself for an instant, insisting she must be wrong. This wasn't Erin. There wasn't a blink of recognition in her expression, it was like she was seeing right through her. Then she saw the darks of her eyes, the slope of her nose. There was no mistaking it, it was...

"Erin?!" Xan said much louder than she intended. She heard the sound of a distant voice, looking down and realizing the phone had connected. Panicking, she hung up - not bothering to find out if she'd just been sent to voicemail. She stood there for a moment stunned. The sharp pain in her temple was back, making her wince. Too many things were happening at once. She grabbed her head, squinting her eyes the florescent lights above suddenly blinding.

Then she just vanished.

Disappeared right out of thin air. Those around her so preoccupied with cleaning up the spill they hadn't noticed, only the woman with the white-blonde hair had been looking at her. Xan looked back, completely unaware that she was no longer visible. Her migraine had left as quickly as it came, Xan steadying herself as she walked toward the woman. It was obvious the woman didn't recognize Xan anymore than she had a moment ago, but there had been a shift in her posture when Xan said her name.

The woman's gaze didn't follow her as she approached, remaining fix at the point where she disappeared. Xan sat down across her, unwittingly re-manifesting in the seat across from Erin. "What are you looking at?"

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xxxI would sell my soul for a bit more time
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xxxYou're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
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Erin didn't know how much longer she had been sitting at the counter of the small diner, but she figured she'd been there long enough. She handed the old man a wad of Cash she retrieved from her wallet, giving him a rather generous tip as well, and got to her feet. All of which must have been a bit too sparatic, as she got to her feet she had accidentally knocked herself into the woman who sat behind her. Coffee spilling everywhere on the counter. "Oh my fucking god, I am so...so sorry. I was careless and wasn't paying attention. I am so sorry." Erin blurted out, as she grabbed for napkins. "It's alright, sweetheart. Just be a bit more careful next time." the old woman said with a smile, patting Erin on the arm. Erin gave the woman a kind smile in return, looking back at Harold. "Hey uh, Harold? Add another coffee onto my tab for her, huh?" she asked with an arched eyebrow, "Least I can do for her." Harold gave Erin a small nod, "I'll make it on the house, don't worry about it, sweetheart." he gave her a small smile.

She didn't know why, but amongst the commotion, Erin could have sworn she heard someone say her name. She blinked in confusion, before finally turning to look in the direction that she at least thought she heard the voice come from. Which was by the entry point of the small diner. Her face remained remotely expressionless as she looked at the other woman, if anything, it was more confusion that overtook her face than anything. She didn't know this woman, at least, Erin didn't think she did. But, somehow she did? Did she? Did Erin know her? She wasn't sure. But there was a small bit of anxiety slowly creeping its way into her stomach the longer she looked at the woman. Something felt off but, Erin couldn't tell what was causing that sense of unease. "I'm sorry, but do I-" she started, and just before she could finish her question, the woman disapeared. Just like that. Erin stood in the middle of the walkway with a look of concern, confusion, and pure worry on her face. Was she losing her mind? Erin looked around the establishment to see if anyone else had witnessed it, but from what she could guess, no one else did. Just her. Great. She thought to herself. Now she was seeing things, ontop of not knowing anything about herself still.

That was until the woman appeared right next to her, in a seat that Erin could have sworn was just empty seconds ago. Was she really losing her mind? Erin shook her head. Looking back at the woman, her green eyes scanned over the woman's face. Trying to decern if she knew who this person was, but she must have. The woman knew who she was, somehow. Erin just had to find out. "Hey uh, Harold...Make it another round for me...But uh..Make it a water. Think I've had too much sugar so far...And uh...Put this lady's order on my tab, would ya? Thanks." the old man nodded. Erin looked back at the woman, eyebrows still furrowed together tightly. Erin didn't know why, but she found herself grabbing Xan by her wrist and pulling her out of the woman's seat at the counter and pushed her and herself into a booth away from most people. Giving them some privacy as they sat across from each other.

A small sigh escaped her lips finally as Erin sat back in the booth for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts before she spoke. She licked her lips for a moment before looking across at the woman, that she still couldn't recall knowing. But if this woman did know her, maybe she could help. "Okay look-" Erin blurted out suddenly, running her hands across her face as she rubbed her eyes, before combing her fingers through her hair as she straightened up her posture. "I know this is going to sound...Really fucking crazy, but...Clearly you know me but..." Erin took a deep breath, "I don't fucking know who you are. At least...I don't think so? I don't know uh...My memory is...Really bad." she pointed to her head for a moment. "I uh...I don't expect you to believe me but...I really don't remember anything, like at all. Uh...Uhm...All I know is my name, which...We both know by now you do. But...I don't know how we know each other. But I'm assuming you do?" she motioned with a small nod.

Erin shifted in her seat once more, before looking back at Xan, "I don't know what I'm doing here...I don't really know...Much of anything to be honest. And it scares me. All I know is that, a few days ago I woke up in a random field outside of town. All I had on me-" Erin started, as she reached into her leather jacket's coat pocket and placed the phone and apartment key on the table infront of her. "-Were these. The phone...and key. I don't know why those are the only things I had on me...I've been too scared to really use the phone and...The key belongs to an apartment that...I don't remember if it's mine or not...I mean..It must be but..I don't know." she muttered, shaking her head once more as she exhaled. She must have looked insane to this woman, none of it made sense to her, so why the fuck would it make sense to this woman?

"Look, if we did somehow know each other..I can't remember anything. I don't even know my own last name or...If I'm even from here. All I know is that my name is Erin, for whatever reason I had to come here...and I know someone else's name which...I can only assume is some nickname. But even then, I don't know why or how I remember it...But apparently it was important enough for it to be one of the few things I do remember, and it scares me." Erin looked down and away, a small pit of fear was only growing more and more by the second every time she talked. But she had to get it out, to hopefully not sound or look as insane as she felt. Erin felt so hopeless and scared. All she wanted was someone to be able to help her. At least in some way of means of information. That's all that could make the difference. She shook her head, pausing for a moment. "Look uh...I'm sorry. I probably sound and look insane to you, and...I couldn't blame you for thinking that I must have lost it but...I really don't remember anything..So...If you do know me, somehow...Well, anything you could try reminding me of would be a lot of help. Even if it's not much. At this point, even knowing my last name would help ease me some.." She nodded, more so to herself than anything else. Rubbing her hands across her face once more, Erin sighed. "You uh...Don't manage to someone know someone with the name Nixie...Do you by any chance? That uh...That's the only other thing I remember...And I don't know why. It's okay if you don't know, just thought I'd ask. Seeing how you seem to know more than me..."






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One of Xan's eyes had crinkled in confoundment, like her mind was malfunctioning for a moment trying to process the impossible. The story felt eerily familiar, when Erin showed her the phone Xan's hand went to her own in her pocket. They were the same model.

The pang returned, Xan wincing and reaching to apply pressure to her temples to suppress the pain. Erin was dead, that much was certain. A sense of some sort of dread, some aberration, had been following Xan since she woke up on that church bench all those days ago.

"You uh...Don't happen to someone know someone with the name Nixie. - "

Xan was struggling to much to keep herself relatively composed to perk up at the name, but every drop of doubt drained from her in that moment. She'd spend days of these fleeting thoughts, always chased off by sporadic migraines - but here was the truth staring her in the face. Xan shook her head slowly, burying herself into her hands to block the light in an attempt to curb the pain. She sighed heavily, peeking out from behind her fingers. Cycling through the millions of impossibilities that could lead to this, struggling with where to start. She inhaled deeply, preparing to speak - interrupted by the shuffles of Harold as he carried over her cheeseburger and milkshake.

"Here you are," He said after what seemed like an eternity, the two patrons watching him with a tense silence as he approached. Xan gave a weak smile of thanks. When he remained at the table, Xan looked back to Erin then back to Harold. She opened her mouth to speak, Harold cutting in before she could. "Anything else I can get you? Ketchup, hot sauce?"

"No - no thank you," Xan's lips pressed into a fine line, giving Harold a nod. He seemed to be frozen for a moment, searching her face. Xan looked back to Erin, eyes widened.

"Alright then, just let me know if you need anything!" He finally said, giving them both a smile and a nod and returning behind the counter.

"Okay," Xan waited until he was out of earshot, turning back to Erin. Her vision had adjusted, her head still aching but now a dull throb instead of a sharp pang. She had pulled out her keys and phone out of her pocket, slapping them onto the table next to Erin's.

"Your name is Erin Monaghan. We are in Widow's Peak, the town where we grew up...." Xan could feel this block in her mind giving way, weakening to give way to a stream of consciousness. “Your best friends are Soren and Markus. My name is Xan Cole. My sister's name is Phoenix Cole....Nixie, who you dated."

She could see the light of recognition in Erin’s eyes.Suddenly rushed with a sense of clarity, the dull throb in her temples lifted. Xan had been trying so hard to connect the dots but they were already connected, she had just been unable to see it. Her hands had developed a strange tingling sensation, Xan looking down at them for a moment before continuing.

"You don't date anymore though, because....you died - and I'm pretty sure I did too." Xan stretched her arms across the table, reaching for Erin's hands - her fingers passing right through them. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know it is not possible.”

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On their walk towards the pumpkin patch for photos, Nixie could get the slightest feeling that faces in the crowd looked familiar, but why? She would blink and they were gone though, so her best conclusion was that she didn't get enough sleep the night before and was making herself see the things she thought she did.

Phoenix had her fingers interlocked with her girlfriend's as their arms swung back and forth. The line up for photos was long, so they decided just to hang out and drink their drinks. That was when Katrina's eyes had caught onto something and Nix could tell. "What are you looking at now?" She asked her as she eyes tried to follow her gaze and eventually landed on the grand piano near by. "No, absolutely not."

"Come on, Phi, you have to. There isn't much else for us to do right now anyways. Think of how happy it'd make everyone right now." Kat said with her pleading face that made it next to impossible for the brunette to say no to.

"Fine. I'm doing it for the people, just so we're clear." Phoenix said as she handed her stuff to Kat to hold. She began to walk over to the piano. The ivory keys were where she felt most at home, and it took her a minute of staring at them before she sat on the piano bench. Part of her hated playing music in Widow's Peak these days. It just reminded her that her biggest fan wasn't there. It was easier living far away from home, because sometimes she would forget for a few a moments.

After she would stand up and bow after every recital though, she always looked for the same familiar eyes or the slight smile on her face. Some days she was crazy and she did see it. Nixie hated that playing was always associated with Xan, but she carried on playing because it was the only thing she had left of Xan and Erin.

Nixie was on autopilot and instantly her fingers began to move along the keys in a rhythm as if they were dancing along the keys. Nothing else in the world could pull her out of the trance she got in whenever she played this song, this was the one she called 'X' for Xan. It was a somber piece with a slow and dark base line, but at points the melody overlapping was upbeat and childish, until it turned more into a ballad.

While she was playing she hadn't noticed her phone had been ringing, but Katrina had answered it, just to hear a mention of the name Erin.

When Nixie was finished Kat was waiting at the piano. "I think its time to go." The words came in blunt, and the brunette was trying to figure out where she went wrong.

"Kat, what's wrong?" She asked scrambling to get up from the piano as she began to follow after her.

"I can't believe you would do this. I begged to move here for this?" The redhead said in a bit of a snap turning on her heel and looking into Nix's eyes.

"I really do not know what you mean, Katrina." The words escaped her lips, but the only thing that filled her mind was on how confused she had been.

"If you want to be with Erin, then just be with her, but don't do all this with me." It was with those words that Kat was storming off again. Phoenix had no idea what she even meant and why she was mad. Even if something had happened usually Katrina was patient and understanding, but perhaps Nixie had run out of having her be patient.

"Kat, Please don't walk away. Just talk to me." Phoenix said as she ran up to her and grabbed her wrist lightly to try and stop her before letting it go. "Please. What happened? Erin's been dead for awhile now. I told you this. How would I even be with her?"

Kat had sighed heavily before looking at her. "It's okay if she's alive Phoenix. You could have just been honest with me. But having someone call you and start with her name? Why would they have your number and why would it be tied to Erin? You know what, just forget it. I will be at the apartment if you need me. I just need time to cool down." With those words Kat had walked off and Nixie only stood there watching.

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Nixie had decided to just go get a piece of apple pie at the local diner. It was her comfort food and it was all she wanted to consume while her girlfriend was mad at her for a dead ex girlfriend.

She sighed as she entered the diner and took a seat at the counter on one of the stools. "Apple pie with extra whip cream please." Nixie said, ready to go into a sugar high, it was better than subjecting herself to alcohol or drugs, which had always been super tempting after everything that happened.

Phoenix got her piece of pie and grabbed the fork, taking a bite. As she looked up from her plate, she looked around to see if she knew anyone there, the only thing was two figures in the back, looked eerily familiar. For a moment she could have sworn... No it couldn't be. Nixie ignored it and continued to eat her pie. Could it really be them?

Nixie had looked at her phone and saw the phone number that called most recently, and hit the button to redial. As soon as it began to ring on her end, she could hear it in the diner too. Immediately she got up from her seat, if someone was prank calling her and trying to ruin her relationship, they needed to be confronted. The brunette had no idea who it would be, but she had to do this. There needed to be proof so Kat could stop being pissed at her.

As she neared the back of the diner where the gang used to sit she noticed it had to be the last booth. When she got there, she didn't expect to see the two people that she did.

"Is this a fucking joke?" How was this possible? Was this just really good makeup and people wanted to be sick and twisted? Or was she going mental? Either way, Nixie ended the call on her phone and looked between the two of them.





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"I've missed you, too."

The words began to echo in her brain. She was confused but she was also comfortable. The same feelings of being safe and cared for came flooding back in to be around him. The only problem was, she felt something was off. Elle had been good for quite some time, but she felt as though she had only been gone since maybe a couple days ago. Leo didn't really offer any other kind of information though. Was there something he was hiding? or was it fine and she was the one being weird?

Her mind kind of faded from the fleeting thoughts she was having, instead all she could see were the tears that fled from his eyes and all her instincts kicked in like they were muscle memory. Her fingertips reached up to his face softly to wipe away his tears. She wanted him to be happy and she wanted him to be okay. Maybe showing up wasn't proving the best for that? Elle almost thought to try looking around for his parents, but her eyes felt stuck to his.

His hands had comforted her emotions from rising too much as he held them, and she let their foreheads touch. Being this close to him, made things feel less scary, like the day she had woken up in a field near the water. This made sense, and even though nothing else did, she would take her moments. Which concluded to her that she was right, that even if she wasn't feeling the greatest at least she was here now, at least she had him.

"I'm going to take care of you, always." The words were just short of making her begin to cry, but she composed herself just a enough, and let his lips brush against hers as one of her arms wrapped around his torso and the other rested on his chest. The movement happened flawlessly and there was no awkwardness about moving around him, it was easy.

She was about to tell him that she loved him too, but his lips fell onto hers. She could feel how much he was holding onto her and just how much emotion was in him. Her fingers clenched a little against the fabric of his sweater as she held onto him. Elle didn't want the moment to go, but eventually she needed air.

"Leo." She said softly, her forehead still leaning against his. "I love you." She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest. She had so many questions, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. Still she could tell that he was putting more into kissing her than he normally did.

"What's wrong Leo? Did we get in a fight and I forgot?" Elle asked as her eyes met his trying to search them for the answer. She hoped he had some kind of an answer for her, but who knew. Maybe she would have to find someone else who knew.

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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
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xxxI would've followed all the way, no matter how far
xxxI know when you go down all your darkest roads
xxxI would've followed all the way to the graveyard

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Markus found himself staring blankly at the man as he began to speak. Trying to convince himself that he was just imagining things. That there was no way that this was him. There was just no way. It was seven years now, he had seen the body, been to the funeral, everything. So, there was no way, he was just seeing things he so desperately wanted to see. But then, the other man spoke and Markus could have sworn his heart stopped in his chest. His voice. That voice. It was his. And suddenly, Markus didn’t know what to believe. Was he truly losing his mind? Was this the day he finally just lost all of his remaining senses? Probably. But, even if he was just seeing things that weren’t really happening, Markus didn’t want it to end just yet. He shook his head, taking him out of his thoughts as he finally felt strength return back to his legs to help pull him along as the other man got back in line. Markus didn’t know if he was staring or not, but he must have been as his eyes scanned over the man that stood before him as he spoke. Nodding ever so slightly as he said that he was from around here. That he grew up here. Or, that he thought he did. Markus didn’t understand what he meant, but kept silent as the man continued to talk. Not like he had much of a choice, seeing as his voice caught itself in his throat and wouldn’t come out as hard as he tried.

He found himself continuing to scan over the man that stood next to him trying to understand what the fuck was going on. Hell, he was close to asking what kind of sick joke was this, until the man finally said that he was sorry about his memory, and how he had bad amnesia. And that if he seemed to come across as rude, that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Markus took the cup the man handed to him, and took a sip. The drink helped clear his throat a bit, but not much. Markus finally found himself regain that strength he needed to speak, and he couldn’t help it as his voice came out in a shaky tone, try as he might to not have his voice break, “It...It’s okay.” he began, clearing his throat and took a deep breath as the two began to walk once more. Markus took another moment to gather his thoughts, he didn’t know what was going on but, if Soren was really fucking here, somehow...Well, he wasn’t going to waste it. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to be able to talk to his best friend again-no, the person he cared for more than a friend, but that was so long ago. As if it was almost a life time ago. But, however many years may have passed by, and however older he may have looked...This was Soren. His Soren. His best friend. Markus bit his lip for a moment and began to finally speak again, “Yeah...I guess you could say we used to know each other.” Markus said with a small chuckle, however forced it was.

This felt so unreal, but he wasn’t going to waste time with this. Markus sighed as he looked down at the ground before looking back at Soren. “We...We used to be best friends, Soren. Me, you...and one of our other friends.” he paused for a moment, finally for the first time his memory went back to how things used to be. Back when they were kids, the three of then. He shook his head once more as he continued, “But, that was a long time ago. A really long time ago...But, that doesn’t matter. You’re back and...That’s all that matters.” he smiled slightly, a rather genuine for the first time in a long time. He looked back at Soren, “I won’t ask what happened but...If there’s anything I can clear up for you...I’ll be more than happy to, if I can.”

Soren could have guessed from the man’s reaction that they had somehow known each other, but being told that they had been best friends just broke Soren’s heart. He watched the man, desperately hoping for something to be familiar, for something to just trigger the memories and they’d come flooding back. But besides that lingering feeling that they had known each other, there was nothing. Soren studied the man’s face for a second or two, before things fell into place.

“You’re Markus, right? Markus Vasco?” He said, his face lighting up in a smile at the realisation that the name finally had a face to match. Even though he asked it as a question, his gut told him he was right. Markus Vasco, his best friend… well, before. For a moment, there was that burst of emotion, just lingering for a second, but this time, echoes of the emotions remained. Not enough that he could remember why he felt them, but it was something.

“Well… I mean, even if you did ask what had happened, I don’t think I could answer. I… just woke up two days ago and… poof. No memories, no… nothing. All I could remember was my own name.” He decided against mentioning that his first thought had been Markus’ name for some reason. Now he knew who he was, he swore that the man’s face was familiar. But there was a bittersweet undertone. He knew who Markus was, but he couldn’t remember any of their history, any of the things that defined their friendship. All of the things he could remember were things he’d rather forget, but the good memories were completely out of reach.

“I… have no idea what happened. Just… nothing. Do… do you know?” He asked, turning slightly to look at Markus. There was a wave of that same anxiety he felt whenever he went to type his own name into google, except this time it didn’t go away, settling into his chest and wrapping around his lungs. Soren cleared his throat in an attempt to ease the building pressure, but it didn’t budge. He felt in his pocket for his cigarettes, but he’d left them on the window of his apartment. He took a sip of his cider, trying desperately to ignore the growing pressure in his chest.

Markus nodded slowly as he could tell Soren was trying to piece things together, and the moment he heard Soren say his name, a smile appeared on his face. But for just a moment. “Yeah. That, that’s me.” a tone of excitement rang through his voice, quickly clearing his throat as he recomposed himself. Taking a deep breath as he listened to what Soren said. Not exactly fully understanding but, for as far as Markus was concerned, why would Soren be lying about this? It didn’t make sense. Hell, none of this made sense. Markus took a deep breath, before taking a sip of his drink, “Uhm...I think it’d be best if we...Sat down first..?” he motioned with his head to a few benches that were off to the side of the main square, far enough away from most crowds. Once they both sat down, Markus put the drink down next to him on the bench, and clasped his hands infront of him before he began to talk, “Soren..” Markus began, “....Seven years ago...There was an accident...We got into an argument and….We both stormed off...I don’t know what happened exactly but...You got into a car accident, and...Sor... You didn’t make it.” his voice dipped at the end, as tears began to fill his eyes. He let out a long held breath in a small gasp, rubbing his head. “...You wouldn’t know this cuz...Well...You were gone after this but...Our other friend...Erin she...She died not too long after you…” he shook his head, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees as he looked away. This was the first time in years he talked about either of them. And now, he was somehow talking to Soren again? Whether he was really here, or Markus was just imagining it, he didn’t know. But, if this was really Soren, however he may have been here, he deserved to know.

Soren’s chest tightened even more as Markus suggested they should sit down, but he just nodded numbly. It felt like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run away, to leave, that he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear, but he needed to know. He needed to know what the hell had happened to him.

But he never would have guessed what Markus was about to say. He had died. Seven years ago. It felt like there was a weight pressing on his chest now, enough that it hurt to breathe. He wanted to accuse Markus of lying, wanted to say it had to be some type of sick joke. But… deep down, it felt like he knew. When he desperately tried to call up some memory of the incident, all that came up were all the bad memories he’d tried not to think about. The shattering of glass less than an inch away from his face, the burning of cuts, and the sickening smell of whiskey. The fear of creeping through an empty house as silently as possible in case it wasn’t as empty as he thought.

“This… this can’t be happening,” he managed to force out, searching Markus’ face for some type of answer. “I can’t… how did I-“ The weight on his chest now was unbearable, and Soren realised that the light above their head had begun to flicker and both his and Markus’ cups of cider were now floating in mid air. His hands were flickering in and out of sight. “I need to go.” He bolted to his feet, looking at Markus for just a second longer. “I’m sorry.” He managed to get out, before turning and walking away.

He didn’t know where he was going or why, but all he knew was that he needed to get out of there before something bad happened. Back to the apartment, back to where he was safe, away from everyone else. The quickest way home was through the crowds, and his intense discomfort won out over his desire to be away from people.

It was when he was in the crowd, surrounded by people, that it happened. His vision suddenly went black, and it felt like he’d been pushed into a freezing lake, gasping for air that wasn’t coming and the cold practically painful against his skin, even through his clothes. And then there was a voice. Low and dark and sinister. “I’ll take things from here.” It sounded smug, as if this was a game. And Soren couldn’t do anything to stop it.

And suddenly it seemed like he was watching his body from somewhere else. Something else was wearing his skin. Soren had never stood that tall in his life, had never worn an expression like that, one that was somewhere between idle boredom and intense hatred. It took him a moment to identify what was wrong. The iris of his eyes was pitch black, darker than dark, chilling when you looked at them for even a millisecond too long.

A demon was wearing his skin and using it to wreak destruction. Soren wasn’t sure if the limitations of his strange new abilities were just gone or if the demon just knew how to use it better. Because handmade stalls, impeccably made stalls, were shattered to smithereens with just a lazy toss of it’s- his- hand. In only a few short moments, it had destroyed half of the carefully made stalls without a second thought. And it smiled, an awful, twisted smile that looked all wrong on Soren’s face. It caught two people staring at him in terror and that horrible smile widened.

“Haven’t you ever seen a ghost before?” It asked, in a voice that was both his and not his, reverberating all wrong for such an open area. “Consider this your first warning. Restore what was mine to me or I will use these vessels to bring more destruction than you can ever imagine,” it called. It turned its cold, harsh gaze on a figure that Soren swore he knew, and Soren panicked. He didn’t know how he did it or even that he could, but he flung his consciousness towards his body. And it worked, because there was that same feeling of being temporarily submerged in water, of breathlessness and not being able to breathe.

For a moment, he stood exactly as the demon had stood. And then his legs gave out at the same time as a wave of dizziness and exhaustion hit him, and he hit the ground, dazed and trying to piece things back together.

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Location: Widow's Peak Diner | Outfitx|x#8BA3A6
xxxI would sell my soul for a bit more time
xxxYou stain all on my body like you're red wine
xxxYou're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
xxxYou run your middle finger up and down my spine
xxxI'm sorry there was no one to apologize


After Erin had asked that final question, a bit of dread began to fill her entire body. She didn't know why, but the small pause of silence that filled the air between the two woman was suffcatingly thick. Erin could have sworn she couldn't breathe, like all of the oxygen in her lungs had been snuffed out, and she was left gasping for air. But she was taken out of her thoughts when another voice spoke up, seeing it was only Harold that had brought the woman's food over to them. The tension that suddenly filled the room was palpable, and it was only making her current state of nerves worse by the second. Thankfully, he asked Xan if she'd need anything else and he soon shuffled back behind the counter. Erin let out an audible exhale as she felt her entire body finally relax into the booth again, finally being able to breathe once more. That was until the woman finally spoke up, which caught Erin off guard for a moment. Somehow, she had entirely forgotten what she was doing there for a moment. Blinking out of her confused state as the woman talked once more, putting two items onto the table, next to Erin's own phone and keys. It took the blonde woman a moment to piece it together, but they were the exact same items. Erin reached out for a moment, but immediately retracted her hand, she couldn't bring herself to touch the items.

Her green eyes trailed over back to the woman as she continued, finally telling Erin her last name, which was apparently Monaghan, that they were in her own home town of Widow's Peak, and that she has two best friends. But sadly, none of that was ringing any bells right off the bat for her. It took her mind a few moments to register what was being told to her. As she sat there, it finally sunk in. Her name was Erin Monaghan, she was born and raised in Widow's Peak...Her mom and dad, well, her brain didn't let her ponder on that for too long. Her birthday was...March...fifteenth? Yes. March fifteenth. All of that was allowed to come back to her, but why? It didn't make sense to her. But the two names she was given, Markus and Soren? As hard as she tried, the faces didn't come to mind. She recognized the names after a moment, but just barely. But the faces, who the names belonged to; well, that wa bogged down by cloudy vision and distorted images in her mind. Why couldn't she remember them? What was keeping her from remembering them? And why? Those thoughts kept coming back to her and it terrified her, as a sinking feeling began to fill her. And she didn't know why. Why couldn't she remember?

Erin blinked as the woman introduced herself finally. Xan. Xan Cole. Her brows furrowed together tightly across her forehead as she tried to make the connection there. But her mind was blanking entirely. Sure, the name was familiar, but she didn't know why. The feeling the name brought to her was filled with anxiety and a bit of unease, but as Erin looked the girl over, the feelings went away. Why would thinking about the name cause those feelings, when she looked at her, Erin didn't feel anything negative? Something just wasn't adding up to her. Then again, none of this was, so what did she expect? Erin sat back in the booth, until the next few words left Xan's mouth. Phoenix Cole. Nixie.. That was when the dots began to connect. But she didn't know how or why she remembered that name-who she dated. Erin blinked for a moment. That name, and connection there caused a small pull in Erin's chest. It was a tightening feeling that made it harder to breathe. That never ending feeling of severe anxiety and uncertainty returning once more, as she was more or less frozen in place, hands on the table in front of her as they were clasped tightly together in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make the connection to a face. Her mind just, wouldn't allow it. It was blocking something out, not letting her remember. But why? All she wanted to know was why.

The blonde thought that she had heard it all. That everything Xan had to tell her was said and done with. She would have been able to have stopped there. It was enough for her then, her brain was already having a hard time register it all. But then Xan spoke once more, and Erin could have sworn her heart stopped. She didn't realize just how heavy and hard her heart had been pounding in her chest, but the moment it stopped, Erin's whole body froze in place. She...She died? Erin shook her head, no. There. There was no way. Right? There couldn't have been a way that she died. She was sitting right here. She was alive. This whole thing was some sick joke. It had to have been. There was just no way. Erin wanted to get up and just walk out of there. She needed to get some fresh air, something to calm her nerves. Just, none of this could be real, right? Erin's eyes found themselves trailing Xan's hands down to her own, and was prepared to feel the sensation was skin on her own hands. But she didn't. There was nothing. In fact, Xan's hands phased through Erin's own. No contact was made. What in the hell was going on? Was she losing it? Was this the moment that she finally lost it? Erin simply froze in place as Xan said she didn't know what was happening, and that it should have been impossible. Well no shit, Erin thought to herself. Her body still not letting herself talk. She just couldn't find the strength to force herself to talk. Her body entirely locking up on itself as she sat there.

Erin didn't know what it was, but something finally shocked her out of her damn dazed stupor as she blinked, seeing the phone on the table going off as it began ringing. Someone was calling Xan's phone. Erin froze once more in place, her heart racing in her chest once more. Something in her gut told her to get up right then and there and leave. Just go. Just get up and run you stupid idiot. Now. The voice in her head echoing, but she was frozen in that damn booth. Like a deer trapped in headlights of a car, Erin couldn't move. It was only when another voice finally broke Erin out of her panicked state. She didn't know why or how, but it happened. Erin tore herself out of the booth and into the middle aisle of the diner. Standing across from the woman, who Erin hadn't looked at yet. Erin finally and slowly looked the woman over, from her feet and then finally landing on the woman's face. Everything stopped in time for Erin, as her green eyes landed on the woman's dark brown eyes. She didn't know why. But she could feel that same damn feeling in her chest. "Nixie...?" Erin finally broke her long and overdue silence. She didn't know why, but somehow, she was able to make that connection then and there. But she did. And it was in that moment that something clicked. The fog that clouded her mind for so long since waking up, there was a small burst of clarity for Erin.

A sharp, deep pain hit Erin in the side of her head as visions suddenly rushed into her head. It was like a jackhammer entering the side of her head that caused her to fall to the ground, grasping her head in both of her hands as she gasped out as the pain only grew more and more as the seconds passed. Erin held her head tightly in her hands as flashes of faces and people flooded her memory. It was like waves crashing over her. Some things didn't make sense, or were completely random. Locations and people, some with clear faces that she could see, but others remained faceless. Just the faded outline of a form was all that her mind let her see. Unknown to Erin as the visions flooded her mind, things had begun to float in the air around the diner. It started out small enough. A fork or salt shaker rattled on their own, before lifting off a few inches from their placement, before clattering back down onto the table beneath them. As the visions only continued to happen, and the pain continued to dig through her skull, the worse things became. The chairs and tables began to vibrate on their own, slowly and in small bursts, but it was enough to recognize from anyone standing around. Erin just wanted this to end. The feeling of fear flooded her entire body, and finally the visions came to an end, but not before flashes of something flooded in rapid succession. It was like scenes from a movie playing out in head. Erin smelt the scent of rain. Heard the sound of dull, echoing footsteps on wet pavement as a dark and empty road laid out in front of her as she walked down the lonesome road. It was eery and desolate, and she didn't know why she was seeing this, but suddenly there was a bright light, the feeling of a burning pain shot across the entirety of her back, and then she felt her body crashing onto something hard, cold, and wet beneath her body and everything turned black.

Erin's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she was finally shot back to reality. Gasping for breath as tears rolled down her face. Her entire body was shaking as she fumbled for words. All she could feel was fear, confusion, sadness, and anger. All at once it filled her entire being as she tried to find the words. Anything to say. But all Erin could get out was a soft, "I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry." the rambled and fumbled words repeated countless times over and over as she rocked back and forth as she pushed herself up against the wall. Erin didn't know why, but she was petrified to move. If it was true that she died, and she was somehow back...the last vision she had was glimpses of her last moments, and if that was the case, it was horrible. To know she died alone and scared on an empty road as the car didn't even stop. Her hands shook and trembled as she tried to looked around the diner, but she couldn't bring herself to look at anyone. Panic and fear continued to spread throughout her body as the sound of things crashing sounded around her. A plate smashing against the wall mere inches from Erin's face caused another flash of visions to play out in her mind. Memories she wanted to keep deep, deep down in her memory. So far down that she could never find them again. All she wanted was for this to end, but she didn't know how, and she felt like something bad was about to happen as the sensation of a numbing cold began to creep over her body. As if she was being slowly lowered into a frozen lake...





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A demon just smiled to himself as he let the man take back control of his own body. He was done playing games with that body, the townspeople in the market were frightened enough. But he certainly wasn’t done playing games. He could feel two more souls in a small diner, their fear and confusion and panic making them vulnerable and so, so easy to control. And oh, the destruction he could cause there… Finally, he was making the town pay for everything they had done, everything that had been taken from him. One of the souls put up more of a fight than the other, but he still took control easily and smiled that wretched smile. Only one of them had gotten the abilities of telekinesis. Never mind. There was plenty he could do with just the other's bare hands.

In the small diner, people were already hiding and running, the strange blonde woman having already disturbed them enough. The two women sitting opposite each other got to their feet in sync, their eyes both having turned a pitch, bottomless black. They paid no heed to the third woman who stood beside them. The glass in the windows near them shattered, one by one, closely followed by the lights hanging over their table. The blonde woman pushed past Nixie, not even acknowledging her. As she walked, glass kept shattering, lights and windows turning into mere shards without her even having to look at them.

The brunette smiled that awful, twisted smile and sauntered up to the counter. With strength that seemed to exceed what her frame should have been capable of, she picked up one of the stools and hurled it over the counter with enough force to break both the stool itself and shatter the tiles on the wall where it hit. She sent the items on the counter flying with a swing of her arm.

The two of them wreaked havoc on the diner, never touching anyone there but instead choosing to simply cause as much destruction as possible. The blonde had picked up a few cuts from the broken glass but hadn’t as much as flinched at any of them, and hardly seemed to notice them. When they got bored with the diner, they stepped out onto the street to find cops waiting for them outside. They laughed, their actions mirrored.

The demon briefly considered leaving the two souls to deal with things there and then. But no. He wasn’t done yet, and besides, he thought, the town needed to know what they’d done. They needed to know why they were suffering and that they could do nothing to stop it. They needed to know exactly what they’re dealing with. So when he spoke, he spoke through both of them.

“You took my love from me forty-nine years ago. Forty nine years, I have waited and waited for this moment. And now, I will make your precious town suffer. I will see it burn if I must. You will pay for all of the pain and the suffering you have brought seven-fold.”

Finally satisfied with the chaos he had caused and beginning to feel the drain of having possessed two bodies at once, the demon withdrew and let the souls regain control of their own bodies, smiling with satisfaction as their bodies crumpled with exhaustion.

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"What? No...." Leo tilted his head to the side, confused by Elle's questions. If this was a hallucination of his own design, why would it linger on the one thing he wanted to forget. Cradling his face in hers, he imagined that onlookers might give him strange looks but they just walked on by like they were just another lip-locked couple enjoying the festival.

He pulled away, his hands still holding onto hers. It all felt so real. Maybe this wasn't meant to distract him from reality, maybe it was meant to force him to confront it.

"Elle," The words were already failing him, Leo exhaling roughly in an attempt to force them out. He squeezed her hands tighter as he spoke. "You've been gone for five years...you fell into the river and they never found your body...you were declared dead."

Suddenly the notion occurred to him, maybe she wasn't a hallucination, maybe she was real. They never found her, it's possible she washed up somewhere with amnesia and has only just returned. He reached towards the lines in her face that he'd never imagined before, subtle signs of age that marked the passage of time. His brow furrowed with concern, weighing what made him more insane - hallucinating his dead ex or convincing himself she was still alive.

Before she could process and react, the sounds of sirens cut through the silence between them. The eyes of the town watched as the patrol car rounded the festival to the diner where a crowd of people began to gather behind a line of police. His brow furrowed, one hand letting go of Elle's as he stepped forward the other leading Elle.

There was rarely any crime in Widow's Peak that created a spectacle, most of the time the cops were someone you called after the fact. As they neared the fringe of those crowd, two figures stepped out from the diner. From this distance it took a moment to recognize them, but when they looked up and spoke he could see their faces clearly. Their eyes and voices might have been demonic but the rest of them still looked like Xan and Erin - two people he'd never expect to see together in life or death.

Leo had been to Xan's funeral, seen her too-stiff body in that casket. He hadn't been to Erin's but he remember when it happened, his parents had sent a floral arrangement. These two were definitely dead, without a doubt. He stood there stunned, his face twisting into an expression of horror. Out of instinct he let go of Elle's hand, stepping back to look at her - making sure her eyes hadn't turned black as Erin and Xan's had.

"What - who ...?" Leo struggled to get the question out, one hand going to his head hoping to keep himself from spinning out. He grabbed a hold of the closest person to him, pointing to Elle as he looked between them craze-eyed. "Do you see her?"

“What?” The stranger looked at him confused, still baffled at what they'd all just witnessed in front of the diner. They looked at Elle, then to Leo before pointing back to Elle. “Her? Yeah, I see her.”

Leo stumbled back, trying to put distance between him and Elle. “What are you?”



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Xan felt her body hit the pavement, her mind struggling to piece together what happened. Everything was disconnected, only flashes of images and sounds none of it making any sense. The sharp pang in her temples had returned, Xan wincing trying to cover her eyes from the sunlight. There was noise around her, but she couldn't make out a single sound. It was all static.

Squinting, her vision was still blurred from the pain. She could tell by the paved concrete beneath them they were no longer in the diner, but she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. Looking over beside her, she recognized Erin's platinum blonde hair even if she couldn't make out here features.

Struggling to recall her last lucid memory, Xan closed her eyes again rubbing them with the back of her eyes as she sat upright. Nixie's look of horror flashed in her vision, it was all starting to come back to her now. Looking behind them, her eyes took a moment to adjust to make out the diner. She could see through the windows the interior had been destroyed. Her brow furrowed, that sharp pang releasing another stream of memories of flying objects and the sound of splintered wood and screams.

"Nixie?!" Xan called out with concern, remembering that Nixie had been in the diner with them. She looked around, just realizing a crowd had gathered behind a line of Police all staring at Xan and Erin. Xan shrank into her shadow, still sitting on the road beneath them.

"Uhm...Erin." Xan's hand went to Erin's instinctually, desperate for something - anything, to tether her. She was grateful when she felt that contact, realizing it'd been the first time she felt human contact in a very long time....too long of a time.

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Elle could feel the emotions within her body swirl around in every direction. She had no idea what was going on, and she thought once she reached Leo she may get some clarity. Maybe he didn't know as much as she hoped he would, but that was fine. Elle could feel the sadness swell inside of her as she watched his facial expressions shift from confusion, hurt, and confusion again. She could tell that something wasn't connecting for him. Maybe she was wrong about what she thought she knew.

Instinctively she wanted to pull away. Was she remembering things differently? Then the words came crashing down around her and the word 'dead' circled her brain over and over again. There was a searing pain at the front of her head and she instantaneously had her palm pressed against her forehead. "Dead?' Did she maybe survive and that's why she couldn't remember much.

The blonde didn't have words to say, but her mouth was agape as she just stared into Leo's eyes. "Dead" she whispered the word silently back to herself. Elle couldn't process any of it, but before she could even have the chance to ask more questions or to get confirmation about things, the sirens could be heard and immediately he was leading her through the alley way and onto the street.

When they got there, Elle noticed two familiar figures. The names escaped her for the time being and she couldn't explain why, but she felt like she did know them. Instead her head shifted back over to Leo as everything was going on.

It felt like a bunch of glass had been knocked over and shattered beneath them. She felt his hand pull away from her and he was questioning if she were real and seemed to question on who she was. Elle could feel the emotions rising up again as she could feel the tears welling up and making her line of vision blurry. He stepped away from her though and instinctively she took a step back from him. She wanted to go towards him, but she could feel a certain sense of alertness and fear seep into her blood stream.

She just stared at him as the tears began to fall from her eyes and trickle down her cheeks. "What do you mean I was declared dead?" She asked softly her voice breaking up a little bit as she was holding back sobs. With the noise of the sirens, the crunch of footsteps, yelling and various other noises trickling in she could feel herself slipping into a series of images.

Elle could hear the yelling of her father in the background but the images she could see were a mixture of red and blue. There was a force against her body that swept her down and there was no ability to scream. The blonde haired woman came back to the streets of Widow Peak with Leo standing in front of her. All she could feel was her stomach moving in slight ways that made her want to throw up, but as she moved to try and lean against the pole next to her, her arm went through it and she nearly fell to the ground.

"I don't know what I am." Elle said as she slowly stood back up again. This was a mistake coming here.

(Wil post Nixie's post a little later.)

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ImageThe brunette stood there determined to get some sort of answer from the two women who sat in front of her. She saw Xan die and she was at Erin’s funeral. There was no way in hell that this would be happening right now. It had to be a trick, that or Phoenix was one hundred percent seeing things and needed to be admitted to the psych ward immediately.

Her eyes stayed determined, but her mind wandered as her heart's beat went faster in her chest making the thudding noise ring throughout her own ears, but it all but stopped for two seconds when she heard the voice tied to the blonde. Tears began to well up in her eyes for a moment and she felt like she was being sucked into a vortex of emotion without any warning.

“Erin.” Her voice said softly and hardly audible, but before Nixie could even get any other words in or get a chance to look back to her sister, everything began to change and all of the energy in the diner shifted and objects were floating in the air.

Nixie did the only logical thing and began to back up in disbelief. What was this? What was going on? Was this just one of those pranks and someone would pop from the corner going “Gotcha!”?

Erin was crying one minute, but in the next both the women were up on their feet. Nixie was confused, but when their eyes turned black she just looked in horror as the fear began to flood into her bloodstream. How was any of this possible? Could she just be having a bad dream like all the other ones before her? It could be, but this was so much more real. People were screaming and hiding, but all she could do was stare at the booth.

In the background there were sounds of shattering glass, screams, and overall destruction in the diner, but when the two had begun to leave the building, Nixie began to move around things carefully, but still wincing as she cut herself on some of the broken glass just before getting outside. It was then that she heard Erin and Xan talk in unison, there was something way sinister at play here, but she took note of the police that surrounded the area. What was going to happen to them? More importantly what did happen to them?

As their bodies hit the pavement, Nixie began to run down the stone steps and onto the street where they two of them were. She had overwhelming thoughts going through her brain as she noticed the crowds of people and the noises that surrounded. It was all too much, and she was about to freak out herself, but when she heard Xan’s voice she immediately came to her side and crouched down next to her moving some of her curled locks out of her face.

“Xanie, I’m safe I promise." She said and then looked over to Erin, was she conscious yet? What were they going to do about the crowd?

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Markus didn’t know what to expect to come from Soren, but the look of pure confusion and even fear were clear as day on the other man’s face. Markus felt his heart sink, his chest tightening as his stomach seemed to plummet into a nonexistent pit as he watched Soren get to his feet and excuse himself as he walked away. He could have sworn he was seeing things when the cups started to float out of his hands, but Markus didn’t really know what to do, other than instinctively get up and follow after his friend. It was like he was on autopilot. His feet carrying him all the way until it happened. He didn’t know what happened first, whether it was the strange energy that seemed to shift over his friend, the look that overcame Soren’s face or the shattering of the carnival stalls. As some unseen force ripped through them like paper.

He watched on in horror, his feet firmly planted into the ground beneath him as he watched Soren-or well, more so whatever was using his body, to tear through the fairgrounds. The voice that came out from Soren’s voice...That wasn’t his voice. But at the same time, it was. It was haunting and Markus wasn’t sure what was going on, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to do something to help his friend. It lasted only a few moments longer as the figure spoke, before Soren collapsed to the ground in a heap. Markus blinked for a moment and in an instant he felt the strength, or just pure adrenaline rush through his veins and he was running up next to Soren, kneeling down next to him as he hovered his hand over his friend for just a moment before speaking softly as he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, “Soren? Soren! Are you okay?” he asked in a panicked tone, not really knowing what he was meant to believe just yet. “What the hell was that?” he questioned, but part of him already knew the answer to that, it didn’t matter. All that did matter, was that he got Soren out of there now, they could figure out what to do at some other time. He carefully helped his friend to his feet, gently holding him by the arms for a moment longer, his eyes lingered on Soren for maybe a moment too long. Before a smile appeared on his face and he embraced Soren in a tight hug. A hug he had wanted to feel for such a long time. In that moment, so many things went through his mind.

The memories of that night. Yelling at Soren when he was drunk. The accusations that Markus threw his way. But more than anything, all the regret he felt after that and up until now. He spent so much time being angry at himself for everything he did-no, all the things he didn’t do. He should have stopped Soren from getting into that car that night. He should have walked Soren home that night, instead of storming off like he had done. There were just so many things he regretted that night. But now...Maybe somehow, this was the universe giving him a second chance at fixing things. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away now. Not again.

The world had gone black for a few seconds, and when Soren reopened his eyes Markus was there, shaking his shoulder and making sure he was okay. Soren nodded a little as he sat up, but his head was spinning. There was a pounding in one temple, and when he put his hand to it, it came away a little bloody from where he’d landed on some shattered wood. His whole body ached, but as he looked at his hands, he could see the tiny scratches from where his body had instinctively tried and failed to catch itself. “I… I don’t know,” he said as Markus asked what had happened. He had an idea, but how was that possible? How was any of this possible? How was he even supposed to try and explain it? He accepted the hand to get to his feet, but the world tilted as he stood upright, exhaustion nearly making his legs buckle. He could see the remains of the destruction around him, the shattered stalls and the terrified faces, all of the fear directed right at him. “That wasn’t me,” he forced out, clutching Markus’ arms. “It wasn’t me, I promise,” he said again, returning his focus to Markus and searching his friend’s face to try and make sense of his expression. Markus wasn’t afraid, or if he was, he was afraid for Soren, not of him. The wave of relief that Markus wasn’t going anywhere was nearly enough to make his knees buckle again. When Markus pulled him in for a hug, Soren clung to him tightly, pressing his face into Markus’ shoulder for a moment, to give him a second to try and compose himself and stay calm, before releasing the hug and nodding, not sure if it was for himself or for Markus as if to confirm he was okay.

Gently, Markus kept his arm looped around Soren, helping to support his friend’s weight as they began to walk to-anywhere but here. “C’mon, Sor...Let’s get you outta here..” he said softly, walking off in the direction of the diner. They had only been walking for a few short minutes before they arrived at the diner-or well, what would have been the diner, if there wasn’t broken glass and crowds of people surrounding the area. Markus would have ignored it all together and walked around the crowds of people. But something was pulling him to look. Against his better judgement, he peered through a part in the crowd, and his heart sank. What laid before him were a few more figures that...It would have been impossible. There was no way. Markus had seen two of the other figures die-But..Here they were. Xan Cole, who was laying on the ground, and then Erin-No. It was impossible-But here she was. Markus blinked as he tried to find something to say, anything at all. It was only when his eyes landed on Nixie Cole, Xan’s sister that he felt his stomach tie in knots. He hadn’t really talked to her since Erin’s….The accident. He didn’t really find himself involved after Xan had passed either. Yet, here they all were. Markus nervously bit his lip for a moment, looking between the three girls before finally finding himself speaking, “Phoenix-? I mean...Nixie? Is...Is it really….” he stammered for a moment, before looking down at Xan, giving her the faintest of a smile, before looking at the blonde who laid unconscious on the ground, unmoving. “...Is...Is she..?” he questioned them, before looking back at Soren, pure confusion was on Markus’ face. He didn’t know what was going on. Everyone he had known at some point, or those that had at one point or another was here, and he didn’t know what to think.

Soren just wanted to go home at that point in time. Not back to the empty apartment that his keys opened. He wanted to go home, but he wasn’t quite sure where that was any more. He trusted Markus to bring him wherever his friend thought he needed to be. When he saw the diner ahead of them, he was actually relieved, realising that he was starving as well as exhausted. But then he saw the destruction and the bodies laying outside the diner. He stared at the two girls for a second. “I knew them.” He said, looking at Markus for verification. Markus was talking to another girl too now, and Soren realised that he knew her too. The name Nixie rang a bell, but the memories of how they knew each other were as distant as ever. “Are they okay?” He managed to get out.

Markus exchanged a quick glance towards Soren when he heard the male speak, nodding slightly. A shadow of a smile appeared on his face for a moment. He wasn't going to explain things just yet to Soren, there were just so many things that he didn’t even know. Nevermind knowing how to explain it to someone else. Markus looked over the crowd, to try to gain some semblance on what happened, hearing a few people mumble amongst themselves about what they saw. His eyes widened before he took a step forward, before stopping, ”I don’t know, Soren….Are they….” he started, before looking back at Nixie, “...Did they cause this?” he questioned, eyeing the remains of the establishment behind them. He managed to give Xan a dodgy look before taking a step backward and looking back at Soren, he didn’t realize it just yet, but Markus had been shaking the entire time, his hands trembling by his sides. He didn’t know what was going on, and now seeing three people he had seen die and attended their funerals well...This were beginning to show themselves for just how much this was all becoming.





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The Sheriff took a few moments to talk to them. Nobody could have blamed her for not believing their stories. Soren barely believed it himself, except it had happened to him. But instead, on hearing their story, her mouth just pressed into a hard line, as if it confirmed her suspicions. “Alright. Well, none of you seem to be in any state to answer too many questions. We’ll do what we can to keep things as calm for you guys as possible, but if anyone gives you any trouble, you call me, you hear?” She instructed. She had a stern, but not unfriendly expression, the type of person you could believe was doing the right thing. “Now get yourselves out of here. If you remember anything that could be useful, you tell me right away. And don’t you worry. The supernatural and this town are well acquainted,” she said, before turning and walking back to her officers. Soren noticed an elderly woman waiting to talk to the sheriff. The woman’s eyes were bright with observation, and for a moment, she turned her attention to look at the group. And then she nodded to herself, ever so slightly, as if a point had just been proven. When the sheriff spoke to her, she spoke to the old woman with a tone of respect. They spoke for a few seconds, before the old woman nodded and approached the group.

“You kids need to get yourselves something to eat. You all look like you’re about to pass out, especially you.” She poked Soren in the ribs, and he just stared at her with confusion. “Don’t worry about your friend. Demonic possession is exhausting. She’ll be just fine, just give her a while to wake up. Now, like I said, you kids need a good meal and an even better sleep. But tomorrow or whenever y’all are feeling better, you come see me, you hear? My house is that old witchy looking house on the south side of town, you’ll know it when you see it. And I’ll make sure to have a pot of Gramma Bloom’s special tea on. Now go on, scram.”

When the old lady spoke, people listened, and they were no different. Soren stuck close to Markus as they made their way to the nearest restaurant that was still open. Instinctively, they stuck together as a group, but Soren almost wished that they could just… slip away, just him and the only soul that seemed any way familiar. He knew that he had known most of the others, but he didn’t know how, and he hated that. He hated not knowing. But Markus was helping to carry the unconscious woman, so they just stuck with the rest of the group. The server gave them an odd look, but evidently decided against asking too many questions as she seated them at the largest booth. Even still, it was a bit tight. At first, the physical contact of being so close to someone else was comforting. But then Soren’s knee brushed against Markus’ and his heart jumped in his chest, a reflex reaction Soren didn’t quite understand.

He couldn’t quite meet anyone else’s eyes, couldn’t quite deal with the fact that they all seemed to have some memory of him while his memories were ghosts themselves. Honestly, he just wanted to go home, but that wasn’t an option. And besides, as overwhelming as everything seemed, he did want answers, and he felt like this was his best chance at getting them.

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Everything seem to happen in a weird mix of slow-motion and impossible speed for Markus. One moment they were asking their friends if they were all okay, as well as the oncoming presence of police officers. Something that Markus felt was welcomed enough, but not any less concerning. But it didn't matter if he had lived in Widow's Peak his entire life or not, he had never experienced anything as otherworldly as to what was happening now. Countless people he remembered attending their funerals, or at least hearing about their deaths, were here now. Somehow in the flesh-er well, whatever they were now. It was only when one of the officers walked over to speak with them that he recognized her as one of the officers who was there at the hospital on the night that Soren-Markus shook his head. He didn't want to focus on that. Not now. All he cared about was heeding her words, to get out of here and to let them know if anything comes up. "Yes ma'am. We'll be sure to update you if anything comes to mind." he blurted out, but by the time he said it, the officer was already far enough way from them. Markus simply shook his head, looking back at Soren for a moment. As an old woman approached them, Markus had walked over to Erin's unconcious form and slung one of her arms over his shoulder gently, allowing her weight to entirely fall on him as he supported her, "You're gonna be okay, 'Rin. I got you.." he mumbled softly, as if she would have heard him, but it was more so to himself. He didn't know what was more confusing, the fact that somehow his two best friends were well alive, or at least back from the dead and that's oddly all he cared about. He didn't know exactly why or even how, but if this was just a dream, he was going to let it last for as long as it could. He didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

Markus had managed to walk back over just in time to see an elderly woman saying something about stopping by her home sometime, and something about tea. He had only gotten such a small amount of the conversation that, he didn't really know what was happening. Simply looked at the others for some semblance of context. But, the group clearly decided that it'd be best to get some food and hopefully speed up getting Erin to wake up. Maybe if she smelt some food, it'd do the trick. Markus thought, and the group was off to one of the local places.




Everything around her was a dark, murky color. As if it was just a large abyss of ink that she was suspended in. But, somehow still laying down on her stomach, as Erin finally found the strength return to her arms, enough to prop her up to a sitting position. Rubbing her eyes for a moment, as if trying to adjust to light, but, it was just endless darkness. After a few short moments of looking around, Erin noticed that there wasn't total silence. If she focused hard enough, she could have sworn that she could hear the ever so slight sound of soft rain, splattering onto what she could only assume would have been pavement. Suddenly, a deep, cutting fear dug its way into her stomach. Her fingers clenching the surface below her as she sat frozen in place. But instead of feeling nothing like she had just moments prior, she felt that hot, yet cold sensation one gets when scraping their skin against stone before that sharp pain of broken skin set in. Her fingers continued pressing into what felt like asphalt below. Digging further, and further in until she could have sworn she tasted blood in her mouth as she licked her lips. A habit she always had when she was scared. Further, and further, her fingers continued to press into the ground below, to the point of where it felt like she had made impressions in the cold ground. Skin dragging across cold, wet concrete.

And then there was a sheering pain that shot out across her back. Spreading from the back of her hip, all the way up to one of her shoulders, that caused her to let out a pained cry and a blinding light appeared across her eyes before she found herself bolting straight up in an unfamiliar place...




It had only been a few short minutes after they had gotten to the food joint when Erin began stirring in her sleep. At first, Markus had let her keep her head propped on his shoulder, as Soren sat on the opposite side of him. But after constantly having to pull her head back, he decided to just let Erin keep her head resting against the tabletop. Markus was all too busy in his own thoughts, when he finally looked back down at Erin's sleeping form, to see her eyelids flittering rapidly. As if she was suffering from some sort of terrible nightmare. Which, he honestly couldn't blame her for. She had well, rather literally been through hell itself and back. What her dreams were like when she was still alive, before the accident well, she had already had clear signs of copious amounts of nightmares. From the nights when she'd stay at his home for the night, he'd lie awake to hearing her mumble and whimper in her sleep. Which, often times ended with Erin crawling into bed with Markus, finding comfort in a familiar presence. Which, was oddly something they both found solace in. So, seeing Erin asleep once more, right next to him, still in evident enough stress caused his chest to tighten. He wanted to wake her up, but he knew that usually resulted in someone being punched in the face, usually him. So, he decided to just let her ride it out until she woke up on her own.

Markus began to sit back in the booth, when suddenly Erin jolted awake, seemingly out of breath as she looked around. The expression she wore on her face could only be explained as a deer caught in headlights. Which, Markus mused on for a moment before realizing just how morbid that comment was. All things considered. "Hey hey, 'Rin. 'Rin." Markus said softly, gently placing one of his hands to Erin's cheek, stabling her back to reality. His dark brown eyes staring into her hazel eyes. "You're safe. It's okay. Just breathe, okay...?" Markus said calmly, gently brushing one of his thumbs against her cheek. Just like he always had whenever she woke up from one of her nightmares. Erin stared back at him as her breathing finally began to settle itself, her heart still racing a mile a minute within her chest. Erin looked at the man who somehow knew who she was, and his touch...It was oddly calming. As if she recognized it. No no, she did recognize it. But why? Who was he? It was only when she finally glanced around her surroundings that she saw they were in some establishment, that also felt oddly familiar. And then her eyes finally landed on a few other individuals that sat across the table from her. Two she immediately recognized, somewhat. Xan and Nixie? Right? That was their names. It just took her a moment to remember things. But the others, she didn't exactly recall, then again, there were a lot of things she didn't remember. And the fact that everything was slowly coming back to her, the fact she didn't remember much began to tie her stomach in knots again.

"Uhm..." Erin started, still not fully awake from the hellish nightmares she had endured. "Where...Where am I?" she questioned, dark eyebrows knitted tightly across her forehead. Markus gave her a sympathetic smile, as he gently placed his hand on one of her's. "You're safe, and with friends..." he started. Giving her a small smile. Erin slowly nodded, she still wasn't fully able to comprehend what happened after she had interacted with Nixie and Xan at the diner but, whatever happened must have been bad enough that they went to someplace else to talk. Least that's all she gathered. Erin gave a small, silent nod before looking back at the others, not directly looking any of them in the eyes as she spoke, "Can...Can anyone tell me what the fuck happened back at the diner..? Cuz I sure as shit don't remember anything after...Blacking out?" she questioned. "I..I remember this cold sensation creeping over me and then...Just...Nothing. Like an endless abyss." the blonde shuddered for a moment, as if even just recalling the events sent a shiver down her spine. "I...I didn't hurt anyone, did I...?"





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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
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When Erin finally woke up, she awoke with a panic that Soren recognised. It was the same panic that he woke up with every morning. Markus reassured her, telling her that she was fine. He was as kind to her as he had been to Soren, something which resulted in a variety of emotions in Soren, something which he decided against dwelling on. She asked about what had happened in the diner, and Soren glanced at the others, wondering exactly what had happened.

When one of the girls- the one Markus had called Nixie, he thought- explained what had happened, a shiver ran down Soren’s spine. It was exactly the same thing that happened to him. He kept his eyes firmly on the table in front of him, idly tracing patterns in an attempt to occupy his mind. But apparently, through Xan and Erin, they had given one message, something about suffering and burning.

“Consider this your first warning. Restore what was mine to me or I will use these vessels to bring more destruction than you can ever imagine.” He said, without glancing up. “That’s… that’s what it said when it… possessed me,” he admitted. “The old woman said something about coming to see her. If it was forty-nine years ago, she might remember what happened. And she seemed to be unsurprised by the whole thing so… I dunno, she seems like she could be a good place to start to ask questions. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d prefer not to be a vessel for ‘more destruction than you could ever imagine.’” He managed to force something like a smile as he finally managed to look up at the rest of the group.

Some of their faces were familiar, some more familiar than others. But more than he’d ever experienced before, or perhaps more than he’d just noticed, the hollowness he’d been feeling felt like an absence. And it just made it feel all the worse, made it feel all the more noticeable. Everyone else seemed to recognise each other or to at least have somebody that they knew. But the best he had was Markus’ word that they’d known each other and vague feelings of familiarity. He glanced down again, the realisation that it seemed they’d all known and could remember him making him feel more like an impostor than ever. Maybe this was some huge mistake and he wasn’t the person they’d known at all.

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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
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xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
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xxxThey say I may be making a mistake
xxxI would've followed all the way, no matter how far
xxxI know when you go down all your darkest roads
xxxI would've followed all the way to the graveyard

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Once the food arrived, the conversation halted for a few minutes as everyone seemed to realise in sync how hungry they were. For a few minutes, they just seemed like a bunch of normal twenty-somethings, enjoying the festival and teasing each other. In fact, they’d paid up and had left the restaurant as a group before they seemed to collectively realise why they were there. And then they stood, huddled in the cold, nobody knowing what to do or say, and nobody seeming to want to leave. When Leo suggested they went back to his, everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Leo’s family had enough rooms that they didn’t all have to sleep in the same room, but they did have to share a room. Asking Markus if he wanted to share was a far too nerve wracking moment for Soren, and the relief when he agreed was significant. At that moment in time, having to deal with any of the others when he still could remember absolutely nothing about them just seemed too awkward and too uncomfortable for him. He couldn’t remember much about Markus either, but the feeling of familiarity was a start, and it was something he was desperately going to cling to.

He pulled off his jacket and sat down hard on the bed as they got to the small bedroom, exhaling heavily and running a hand through his hair to brush it out of his face. He wasn’t sure if he should say something, if he should acknowledge everything that had happened, but the words didn’t seem to come. The best he could come up with seemed to be, “Jesus Christ, what a night.”

Everything after the diner had felt like some weird lucid dream for Markus. Having followed the group wherever they went, when they all sat down and ate together, and eventually when they all decided to go back to Leo’s. Something they probably would have done when they were younger. This all felt so unreal to Markus, if he was being honest. But, just in case this truly was a dream, he stuck closely by Erin and Sor. He wanted to be next to them as long as he could.

It was only when they arrived back at Leo’s, and were given rooms to pair off into, Markus had originally wanted to stay with someone who hadn’t come back from the dead, but after brief reconsideration, he agreed to the arrangements. It was only when they got into the room, that he realized something. The exact detail of the arrangements. But, without hesitation, Markus grabbed a pillow and blanket and plopped down on the floor and laid down, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The silence went on for what felt like forever, as he debated on whether or not to say anything. It was only when Soren broke the silence, that he let out a sigh of relief.

Markus turned his head a bit in Soren’s direction, pausing for a moment as he thought. None of this felt real. It was almost like a dream. Feeling like it was all how it used to be when they were kids. Sleeping over each other’s houses. It was just so odd to him. Yet here they were, and Soren was none the wiser. Markus chuckled to himself for a moment, “Yeah...You could say that.” he muttered out a reply.

Markus’ reply worked half a smile out of Soren as he kicked off his boots, before sitting cross-legged on the bed. He wanted to talk, wanted to ask some of the questions that had been buzzing around his head, but he didn’t know where to start. And then, suddenly, there was a crashing feeling of guilt. He’d been focused so much on his own feelings, he hadn’t even thought about how Markus had to be feeling. He sighed, lying back on the bed so he was staring at the ceiling and didn’t have to look at Markus.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “For… all of this, for everything. I wish I could remember… something.” He managed to shoot a glance over at Markus, where he was lying on the floor, and instinctively laughed a little. “I would have taken the floor if you’d asked,” he added, almost reflexively, without thinking.

Markus simply blinked and shrugged as his initial response, his mind still trying to think of something to say. There were a few brief moments of silence that filled the room after Soren spoke, before there was a soft chuckle from Markus. He turned onto his side, propping his head up with his arm. Glancing up where Soren was, before looking back down at the floor. “You don’t need to be sorry, you know. It’s not your fault, I-” he paused, taking a deep breath as he had to stop himself from saying anything he didn’t want to. “It’s not your fault. The things that happened before, it was my fault. I can’t be upset at you...Not anymore.” Markus slowly sat up as he spoke.

“For as long as I’ve known you, Soren?” he started, glancing up at him for a moment, “I can’t be upset if you forget anything. All things considered, none of us know what’s really going on but, I’m just...Glad to have you back. I’m glad to have my friend back again, however long it may be for..” he said with a faint smile, his eyes becoming a bit glossy before he shook his head and cleared his throat. “But, it’ll be fine. We’ll be fine….” Markus said with a nod, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

Markus’ words managed to work a proper smile out of Soren for what felt like the first time since he’d woken up in that empty apartment. Something deep inside him was so inexplicably happy to have Markus around, which left Soren wondering about the exact nature of their relationship before. But it wasn’t something he could ask Markus, that much he did seem to know. And then there was the mention of “what happened before”, the feeling that… something had happened. Something bad. But even thinking too much about it made his chest tighten again, and he didn’t want to push it again. Not after what happened last time.

He glanced away as well, as Markus said something about “however long he was there for.” That was the thing; if they’d come back so inexplicably, they didn’t know how long they’d be around for. The demon or whatever it was that had possessed them earlier seemed to have plans for them, but how long did they have? Soren cleared his throat and shrugged a little, smiling as he glanced back up at Markus.

“For what it’s worth, I’m not planning on going anywhere just yet. We’ve got some demon-busting to do first,” he said.

Markus chuckled a little at the comment, glancing over towards Soren for a moment, “I guess so…” he paused for a moment, thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “We should probably try to get some sleep then...Seeing as we have work to do tomorrow…” Markus laid back down, letting out a heavy sigh as he stared back up at the ceiling, “Goodnight, Sor.”

“Night, Markus.”

Soren found himself staring at the ceiling for a while, both unwilling and unable to sleep. The events of the night kept flashing through his mind, remembering what his body had done and everything that had happened. Would it happen again? What could they do if it did? Would he hurt somebody this time?

Eventually, he fell asleep, almost against his will. The nightmares came. They always did. Shadowy figures screaming abuse, shattering glass and the smell of whiskey, and the screeching of twisting metal. But that night, something cut through the rest. It was still yelling, but it was a different voice. It was his voice, but the words weren’t clear. And then he saw the face of the person he was yelling at. He was yelling at Markus.

When he woke up, everywhere was bright. The panic didn’t seem quite as strong as it usually did, even if it was still there. And for the first time, the dreams didn’t fade the minute he woke up. He could still see them, still remember them. Except the dream where he was yelling at Markus seemed less like a dream and more like a memory. He didn’t look to see if Markus was still there or not, just headed downstairs in the direction of where he thought the kitchen would be.

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Don't know where I went no
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Erin didn't even remember how long she was lying on her back, just mindlessly staring up at the ceiling as she hoped sleep would come for her at some point. But, eventually it did and she was washed in an ocean of darkness. While Erin didn't remember much of well, anything, she did know that the feeling that washed over her when she slept wasn't normal. After sleep came, all Erin experienced was a sensation of cold and empty. Dreams never really came. At least not what she remembered dreams being like. No. These dreams were just a void. It seemed like no matter what, they were always the same. A repeating cycle. She'd wake up in the same place. The feeling of cold and went cement beneath her. The sound of rain. Her fingers digging into the ground beneath her until her fingertips split and bled. Forcing her way up to her feet. Then silence mixed with the soft echo of rain..before a bright light and a sharp pain in her back...And she'd wake up again. So, Erin expected the same this time. But that wasn't the case.

This dream wasn't like the others, at least not fully. When Erin found herself in The Dream World as she came to call it, she was always laying down. Crumpled over herself in a heap on her stomach. Having to push herself to her side and then eventually up to her feet. But not this time. Erin found herself sitting upright this time. She looked around, inky darkness was all around once more. But that familiar, distant sound of rain could be heard.

Normally, Erin would have been annoyed by the constant amount of times she heard rain by this point..Everytime she felt asleep. It was all she heard and she didn't know why. A part of Erin knew what this was, but every other part of her wanted to ignore it. Pretend like this wasn't exactly what it was. A repeat cycle of her last moments. Erin sighed as she tried to think. Just anything at this point to come back to her. Anything at all. But nothing. Erin couldn't really remember names or faces. Other than the ones of the people she met since coming back. Soren. Markus. Leo. Elle. Xan. And Nixie. Nixie. Why was there a part of Erin that felt hollow? Missing even when she thought about that other woman?

Erin knew she should have felt something, seeing as Can said they had dated at one point but, none of that made sense. If that was the case, why couldn't she feel anything? Anything at all? It was only then that the sound of rain began to grow louder and louder. Entirely drenching Erin as it splattered across her face. She looked up where the sky would have been, letting the rain trickle across her skin. She just wanted to feel something. Anything at all other than this feeling of numbness and dread.

Erin opened her eyes and found herself suspended in space, water slowly filling up more and more. At every passing second it slowly began to encase her, as if she was in some invisible container that would eventually fill up and drown her..Erin tried to free herself, but any attempt felt heavy and weighted. Like she was tied down and unable to move. Chained by the confines of her mind. Like a barrier that she herself created to protect herself. But it all felt wrong.

You're drowning. she told herself. You're fucking drowning and no one is going to save you. You need to wake up. Wake up! her mind screamed at her. There was a large inhale as Erin forced herself awake. In those first few moments, she could have sworn she was submerged under icy cold water. Her lungs began to close and her chest was weighted. She felt claustrophobic. Yet here she was. Erin forced herself to sit up. Blinking as she tried to gain her bearings.

She wasn't in any place she recognized right away. Upon further inspection, Erin was lying in an empty empty bathtub. How she go there, she didn't know. Maybe she sleepwalked? She didn't know. Erin looked down at herself and saw she had apparently undressed herself for the most part as well. The bare minimum was keeping her clothed. Now she was begining to sleep walk? After a weird dream? Well, weirder? Lovely..

Erin forced herself out of the bath and dressed herself in the clothes from the previous day. If she could go back to her apartment, she'd get some clean clothes. Looking around, Erin splashed some water on her face. Looking herself in the mirror for a moment, fixing her hair as she combed her fingers through the mane of blonde hair. Erin took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. She could hear some faint talking from the kitchen down the stairs, or well, what she remembered? Erin contimpated going back to the room and check on Nixie but, she figured she'd want her space and instead chose to go to the kitchen.

Upon entering, she gave the two occupants a small, awkward nod and wave of greeting. Just then, there was a sharp pain in her head, and a flash of white light shot through her head. The faintest glimpse of a memory shot through her mind. It took her a moment as she grimaced. Holding her head. Erin walked over to one of the cabinets and as if it was routine, she retrieved a bottle of pain killers, and walked to another cabinet and retrieved a glass. Filling it with water as she took to pills, hoping to ease the pain.

Erin finally turned to look at the other two. Blinking for a moment as she looked over at Can, eyebrows furrowed. "It...It rained that night, didn't it? When...When I…" she cut herself short. Not dating to finish that train of thought. Her dreams should have been enough of a clue for her all but gone memories for her to gleene from. She didn't need to bring it up now. Looking over at Soren for a moment, she blinked. "You...You…" she started, pausing for a moment as so very hazy memories sparked across her mind. Trying to piece together whatever fragments she had. "You..You did music." she looked away feeling her cheeks grow a bit warm as the feeling of embarrassment creeped over her. "I'm sorry. My memories are...Really fuzzy right now. Things come back in bursts and...Fragmented. I'm sorry." she excused herself, reaching into her pocket as she retrieved a packet of cigarettes as she made her way to the back patio and into the cold outdoors.

The feeling of cold air brushing against her skin helped, but just barely. Erin retrieved a single cigarette, placing it between her teeth as she retrieved her lighter. Once it was alight, she took the deepest inhale and held it, before exhaling. A small cough escaped her lips as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes flickering about as she tried to wrap her mind around the random fragments of what she could only assume was her life before this one. If she was being honest, Erin was absolutely terrified. And if her constant bouncing of her leg wasn't any indication, she didn't know what was. But for now, she was trying to compose herself before she made her way back into the kitchen with the others. So, she for a few more minutes longer, she'd remain outside. To whatever scrambled of thoughts she had.




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Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
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xi wonder if you feel kinda like i feel, temporary
xfixed on a moment, just out of focus
xand we can't quite see
xbeing us ain't good for us

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Xan's answer wasn't exactly the one he'd wanted. In a lot of ways, he'd been hoping that everyone felt exactly the same as him, unable to remember even who he was. But then she said that she'd hardly been able to remember things when she was alive; and he found himself wondering if having things to forget was one of the reasons he'd lost so many of his memories. He wanted to ask Xan more; but then they were interrupted by somebody else coming in. It was Erin. He wanted to talk to Erin as well, he realised; but not here, not like this. Having heart to hearts about what the hell had happened in their previous lives seemed like the type of thing that should happen one on one, not in a random kitchen with an audience.

However, she didn't seem to have much of a memory either, which was something of a comfort. Maybe he wasn't entirely alone in this either. Her declaration that he'd done music was a strange feeling. Because when she said it, his feeling was "yeah that's right", something that he instinctively knew without realising that that knowledge had been there all along. And now he remembered it, it felt like a puzzle piece had been slotted into a part of him that had been a gaping void only moments before. But of course music was his thing. He just nodded and smiled a little at her, his stomach sinking at the realisation that he couldn't remember anything similar about her. But he'd known her. He knew that much.

He gave Xan an awkward, but genuine, smile as Erin left. "Trust me, I think I know exactly what's going on in her head," he admitted with an awkward laugh. He frowned as Xan asked the smart speaker to play a song, wondering what she was doing. At first, there was a blank there; the words not ringing any bells. And then, it was like somebody flicked a switch. It wasn't just that he could remember the words; he could see the sheet music, could see the piano keys. His face broke into a huge grin without even realising, and as Xan put her back against his, he knew exactly what to do.

"She's a killer Queeeeeeeeen," he sang, hitting the high notes effortlessly. The words came without him having to think about them. In that moment, it felt like nothing had changed; like they were still dumb teenagers goofing around in the auditorium and like time hadn't changed at all. "Gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind!

He'd somehow missed them being joined by two others in the kitchen until Nixie joined in with singing the next verse. He laughed at her facial expressions, shooting Xan a look and starting some improvised choreography as the two girls sang, hoping that she'd join in as well. He was no dancer, he never had been, but he could somehow remember some of the choreography from the rehearsals he'd been in. And then they hit the chorus again and it seemed like they were all singing now. The memories of the night before were long gone, banished from everyone's minds, as they just goofed around and sang their hearts out. When he was singing, he swore all of the memories were clearer and didn't disappear the minute he tried to grasp them.

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Leo supposed he should have waited inside for the others but he wasn’t sure how long it’d be until the other’s woke up. He was scrolling through the local news on his phone seeing if there were any stories about the diner. Much to his surprise it was buried beneath other headlines about the festival. There was mention that an altercation at the diner let to some property damage but otherwise nothing. They had all witnessed Erin and Xan levitating with their eyes pure black, speaking in some demonic voice. Yet not a single word about it anywhere, not even on social media. He wasn’t sure how but he had a feeling the Sheriff had a hand in managing the exposure.

His watch beeped and like a pavlovian response Leo took his pills from his pocket and swallowed them dry. The idea occurred to him that he should call his doctor and see if he would need to adjust his medication with all these new stressors, but realized even attempting to explain the situation would probably end with him institutionalized. As weird as it sounded despite the pure insanity of the situation he was in, Leo felt better than he had for a long time.

The sound of the door opening on the patio caught his attention. Seeing movement from inside the kitchen, Leo realized that a few of his guests had woken up and began eating breakfast. Grabbing his things to go inside, he turned back to notice Erin leaning against the railing seemingly distracted. He glanced down, noticing the bouncing of her leg, all too familiar with the motion. Leo had spent a lot of time trapped in his own inner monologue doing the same thing.

“Hey, Erin. You sleep okay?” Leo asked softly, careful not to startle her.

Erin had barely been outside for two minutes by the time someone had walked over to her, she barely noticed them approaching before they spoke. Erin flinched ever so slightly at first, before an awkward chuckle escaped her lips. Realizing just how jumpy she was by someone talking to her. Shaking her head as she looked out, taking another drag of the cigarette, but made sure to exhale away from Leo. Part of her subconscious acted on its own, somehow remembering Leo didn’t exactly like smoking. She looked back at him with a small, nervous smile, and a shrug of her shoulders. “All things considered, yeah? I think so anyway.” she began, clearing her throat, “I think I ended up sleep-walking at some point last night, cuz I woke up in the bathroom’s bath-tub and...Yeah…” her voice trailed off, realizing just how insane she sounded.

“-All things considered, it was probably the best night of sleep I had since...All this shit started, I guess. I dunno…” she looked back over at him, “How are you managing with…all this? It’s crazy, right?” she asked with a small chuckle.

Almost on cue the sound of Queen came blaring from the kitchen. The wall was lined with large pane windows, allowing them to look in. He could see that Xan had begun singing, shortly followed by Nixie and Elle. Leo stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching his friends inside for a moment before looking back at Erin with a crooked smile.

“Crazy is one word for it,” He laughed. “Honestly, the last few years have been a haze and today I woke up for the first time in a while with some purpose so . . . could be worse.”

Leo waited a beat, unsure what to say next realizing he didn’t know what Erin did or did not remember. He didn’t want to trigger any episodes or make Erin feel any worse about not remembering things. All he wanted was answers and he was afraid of causing damage by asking them, but it was the only way to understand the extent of things.

“Do you remember coming over here at all?” Leo gestured around vaguely. “Like to my place? We’d all hang out here a lot in high school.”

Erin couldn’t help but grin when he said he woke up with a sense of purpose. She could only assume she used to know what her’s was. Now? Now everything was just a big and muddled blob of random images and flashes across her mind whenever she dreamed, or would be put into a state of severe anxiety. Least from what she could surmise anyway. Erin noticed the small break of silence after that, wishing she could think of something to say. But with her mind as scrambled as it currently was? Probably best to not even attempt small talk.

So when Leo spoke up again, a wave of relief washed over her, but only for a moment until what he asked finally settled in. What she did seem to remember, was more so out of muscle memory alone, like parts of her subconscious that remembered things did, but not Erin. Or least not the part of her that was in control when she was awake. God she wished that part did.

At first, Erin just gave a small shrug of her shoulders, and shook her head. Taking another drag of the cigarette before looking out into the backyard. She wanted to be able to say she remembered something at the very least. Even if it was just something to help ease Leo’s concern, if she could assume, they must have hung out often enough for him to have asked. She remained silent as her hazel eyes scanned the backyard, hoping that maybe just something would cause a memory to come back to her.

It was only when her eyes locked onto a large tree that she paused. Found herself staring at it for a few moments. There was a sudden sharp pain in her temple, causing her to flinch for a moment, placing her fingers to her head, and just as quickly as it came, the pain was gone. Erin blinked a few times, “Sorry....” she muttered, looking back out ahead of them. “I...I sometimes get these weird sharp pains in my head...But..” her voice dipped for a moment, looking back out at the tree. Erin outstretched her right hand, index finger pointing out as she leaned towards Leo, “That tree out there? The...The big one?” she started, side-eyeing him for a moment, before a small chuckle escaped her lips, “-I fell out of it one summer. Didn’t I?” she turned to look at him. Leo gave her a wide smile, nodding as the memory surfaced for him.

“I can’t remember everything but, I remember climbing it, for whatever reason, losing my grip and then falling. And…” she struggled for a moment, before looking down at her left arm, “-I broke my left arm and we had to go to the hospital. Right?” her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at Leo for confirmation, hoping that whenever her mind showed her was correct. For all she knew, she could be getting flashes of dreams, rather than actual memories. “...I get weird, fragmented memories every so often but...I think that’s a starting point?” Erin shrugged, not so sure of how helpful of an answer it may have been to his question, but it was all she knew.

“That’s totally a starting point!” Leo cheered, playfully clamping his hand over Erin’s arm. It was so instinctual, like two old friends. Then he remembered again he was still a stranger to her, giving a sheepish expression and scratching behind his head.

Erin couldn’t help but smile a bit, her face turning a light shade of pink as she was praised for having remembered it correctly. It was an odd feeling of embarrassment and contentment that she could at least remember something about a shared past. However small it was.

“I’m going to go inside, sounds like there’s a concert in there. Make sure you eat breakfast before we go out, we got a big day.” Leo gestured behind him, looking back to see Elle singing into a spoon smiling and laughing. His shoulders relaxed in a way they hadn’t for years. Maybe this was all unnatural but it all fell right to him.

Erin gave hima small nod of her head, she’d go back inside once she was done calming her remaining nerves, as well as this cigarette. She had gone back to looking back out at the tree-line that laid out behind the house, before turning her head over her shoulder to look back at Leo as she heard him speak again.

“Oh, also -” He paused, turning back to Erin. “Your fall, your slip - it was because of Soren. He was in the tree with you and he was the one who slipped first but you grabbed him. Then you lost your balance and fell.”

Erin just blinked and shook her head. She didn’t know why, but there was just that part of her brain that went Of course it was. She just couldn’t explain it. But part of her, somewhere still remembered, even if she couldn’t at that moment. Erin looked at Leo and gave him a knowing smile and nod, “Oddly makes sense.” she chuckled, and looked back out. Maybe she could remember as time went on, but what if there were things she didn’t want to remember? And what if those came back? That’s what scared her the most.

She waited a few more minutes to pass as she cleared her head, as well as finished most of the cigarette she had. Looking around, she spotted an old polished, ceramic ashtray by a seating area. Her eyebrows knitted together, as far as she could tell, neither of Leo’s fathers smoked. So...Why was that here? Did she really used to come here that often? Did she even smoke before all of this, that much that they had this for company? She wanted so badly to be able to recall something so simple like that, but she couldn’t even remember.

With a sigh, she crushed the remainder of the cigarette butt in the ashtray, straightened her clothing and made her way back inside the kitchen. Closing the sliding glass door behind her. There was a different song playing now, somehow she managed to know the lyrics

“Don't bother me, my misery
It's holding me
Won't let me speak-”


Erin softly sang the lyrics to herself as she made her way to the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk, a bowl from one of the cabinets, and poured herself a bowl of cereal, hopping up onto the counter, she silently went about eating her breakfast as the others talked and danced amongst themselves to the music.

this little bit of joy.




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