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"Yep. And she's even more psychotic than he is." "I've heard that sh-" "No. We can't have this again, can we? They're under my control now... I tell them what to do. If you would so kindly leave! I'll hold my nerves, try not to murder you on the way out..." a pitched laugh bubbles across the damp bricks of the sewer tunnels, Erin holds her breath as her stomach flutters with anxiety, "I know you're here- I can smell your fear!" The laugh. That laugh. "Come on sweetheart. There's nothing to be afraid of..." the voice mocks her fear, she steps forward. She tries to fight the force but her feet won't stop carrying her to it... "almost there... a little more..." Erin stops at an opening, a large upward dome build from the same bricks as the old sewers. Artefacts float in the greywater, small toys and children's games... "HENRY!" His body lies on an island in the centre. Erin kicks up and lands in the water to swim to him. She slams a cold, weak hand on the boards of the island and- suck! He's gone. Henry falls into a hatch, Erin scrambles up the side and throws her hand down the hole... he's gone... "You'll get him back..." she sits up as the voice howls again, "under one condition-"
Beautiful Fear
