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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Westwood, Indiana, USA[/right][/sub][/color]
[hr]The rain fell hard tonight. It drummed against the old pickup's roof, loud and barking and never ceasing. Started hours ago and hadn't let up since, even into the dead of night. Driving in this- in pitch black- was anxiety inducing. Made his heart beat to the falling of the rain. Drenched him in sweat as much as water. Misery. Irritation. This shouldn't be on him- shouldn't be his responsibility. First bell would sound in less than six hours and Andrew hadn't gotten a lick of sleep yet.

Roads this far outta town were either gravel or dirt, and the latter was nothing but mud pits at the moment. Made getting out here a royal pain in the ass, but he'd finally done it. He pulled into a poor excuse for a parking lot where a dozen other cars already lingered. Through his water-logged windshield he could just make out the shape of the warehouse, and the glow of multi-colored lights from inside. Even outside in the rain and thunder he could hear the muffled beat of music. This was definitely the place.

Slinging a ratty jacket over his shoulders Andrew slid outside, instantly soaked. Jog up to the front door. A handful of people were standing under a makeshift awning of old pipes and layered tarps. The largest of them- a boy several inches shorter than Andy but twice as large- cocked his head at Andrew's approach. They argued for five minutes before Andrew finally drew twenty bucks of gas money from his pocket and slapped it into the bouncer's palm, shoulder-checking him on his way inside.

No time for this. Shouldn't even be here.

Warehouse is packed to the brim with people. Can't even walk without slithering through sweat-soaked, half-dressed bodies. It stinks of sweat and too much cologne. Music is thumping in his skull- too loud, can't think straight. How was he supposed to find his brother in this packed sardine can? Why should he even have to?

If William wants to waste his life why should Andrew stop him? Nobody else was going to. Nobody else [i]cared[/i] enough to now that Anna was out of the picture. Maybe they had the right of it. Maybe he outta turn his ass around and let Will drown in his own mistakes.

Feel something splash against his head. Look up, nothing. Roof looks fine. Why was he still getting wet? Try to keep moving. Legs getting heavier. Pain splaying through his body down to his fingers. Head starts to spin. Faces become distorted, unrecognizable.

[i][color=dc143c]'Wait...'[/color][/i]

Someone was calling out to him. Voice was familiar, but that didn't make sense. That wasn't supposed to happen- that wasn't how this memory goes. Sharp pain in the back of his head. Something building up in his throat.

[i][color=dc143c]'I'm...somewhere else.'[/color][/i]

Feet give out. Hit the floor, hard. Vomit comes crawling out of his throat. Tastes like sewer water.

[color=gray][sub][right][color=dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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Graves's eyes shoot open, a splurge of bile and water spilling from his gullet. He let out a groan, rolling onto his belly. Blink the shit from his eyes. Get a handle on the situation. They were somewhere else now, though still in the sewers. Somewhere lower in that labyrinth if he were to take a wild guess. Alja was splayed out on the ground next to him, as exhausted and soaked as he was.

[color=dc143c][i]'Guess you're the reason I'm still breathin'.'[/i][/color] He mused to himself, thankful it wasn't someone more unbearable. Push himself up onto his knees, take a moment to breathe. Gotta get his bearings. His arm felt like shit again. Looked like his sword had gotten lost in the flood. Shit. Rael was nowhere to be seen. Those kids and Kalie were gone, too.

[color=dc143c]"Any idea where we are?"[/color] Graves asked between sputtered coughs.
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