Event 7 Archived by: Beatrice INGO

Event 7 Archived by: Beatrice INGO

Annie was driving like a maniac with one hand on the wheel while trying to call a number on her phone with the other. Rose, who was sitting beside her, couldn’t help but complain, “Stop texting, Annie!” Rose was still handcuffed, but she managed to get her hands to the front to sit more comfortably.

Annie didn’t listen to Rose’s warning and finished dialing the number. Then, she put a tiny device in her ear, so only she could hear the person on the other end. “Talk to me, Murray. Where are we?” Annie asked after the call connected. “Yeah, I see it,” she said, making a right turn toward town.

In the backseat, Theo tried to copy Rose’s trick of getting his hands in front, but he got his cuffed stuck on the edge of his heel and started rolling around. Rose noticed and chuckled under her breath, not wanting to disturb him.

Suddenly, Rose turned her attention to Annie and shouted, “Don’t do it, Annie!” Annie seemed to ignore Rose and kept talking on the phone. “Are you sure? Those maps are… old,” Annie said.

Rose was using her ability to read Annie’s thoughts and didn’t like the plan that was unfolding. “45% success rate Annie,” Rose pleaded.

As they drove through a historic downtown with red brick buildings, Annie steered the car into a narrow alley and faced a dead end. Rose tried to open the door, but Annie locked it from her side. Rose turned to Annie, her eyes welling up with tears. “45% success rate, Annie. Those maps can’t be trusted.” She tried the door again, “45 percent.”

Theodore stayed quiet. He had finally managed to get his hands in front of him, but he was confused about the maps, and the plan, and where they were going. Annie and Rose spoke as if they were from another planet.

Annie calmly capitulated that this was a risky choice, but was also the fastest route to the druid. She looked at Rose straight in the eye and said, “If we make this jump, we’ll be heroes…”

“I’m already a hero,” Rose replied, sliding down into her seat.

Annie floored the gas pedal, and the car sped toward a brick wall. Theo shouted in fear as they approached the wall. For a split second everyone was convinced they were about to crash.

But instead of crashing, the car passed right through the wall and emerged in a beautiful field full of colorful flowers. It was a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the city. Everyone caught their breath as they took in the tranquility of the place.

“YYAAAHH BAABEEEYY!” Annie exclaimed slamming her fist against the steering wheel. Rose was still recovering from her fear, whispering, “45 percent” repeatedly to herself.

Theodore, curious and amazed, asked, “What was that?”

Annie stepped out of the SUV to retrieve her bag from the back. “Follow me,” she said “we’re off to see the Druid at the Gate,” she said with a new found energy in her step.

The all set off single file across the field, and into the woods.

Event 7 – Flight Into the Unknown

Event 7 – Flight Into the Unknown

With speed and grit, the scene burst to life as Annie gripped the wheel, her focus sharp as a hawk’s gaze. The engine roared like a beast unleashed, propelling the SUV through the streets with purpose.

Rose, noticing that their driver was preoccupied, urged Annie to put down her phone and concentrate on the road.

Annie ignored Rose, she had her own orders to fulfill. She finished dialing her phone and slipped a Bluetooth into her ear, a wormhole to an already urgent conversation.

Rose wriggled into the front seat and used the extra leg room to reach her handcuffs beneath her feet to the front of her body, and allow her hands to rest much more comfortably in her lap. While in route, Annie provided The coveted Organization a verbal report of their current situation; she told of the accidental procurement of Theodore, the direct fire at Rose’s house, and now the perilous flight away from danger and into the unknown. Annie’s tone on the phone caused the atmosphere to lay heavy with the weight of their impending predicament.

Theodore, having seen Rose’s clever maneuver to sit correctly, also attempted to bring his hands to the front of his body. However, he was much, much larger and he struggled to get his wrists around his hips. The task was much harder than he expected, having to contort and leverage his body against itself. Rose observed him over her shoulder with amusement, letting the struggle play out without intervention.

Suddenly, Rose’s tranquil demeanor shattered like glass dropped on an annoyingly hard tile floor. Her eyes fixated on Annie, and her voice pierced the air in a shrill scream, a desperate demand to find another way. Rose closed her eyes to focus, to use her gift of clairvoyance and see within her mind.

Rose shrieked at the top of her lungs, “45%!” Her voice aghast with emotion as she awoke from her trance and came crashing back into reality. It was a race against time and reason, a struggle between calculated risk and fear of the afterlife.

They had made their way to a small town by the river. The moment bore fruit on the corner of 42nd and Jefferson Street as Annie maneuvered the car into a narrow alleyway and stared into the dead end ahead.

Rose’s desperation deepened, she yanked on the door handle, trying to escape while the car was motionless, but Annie had the child-locks engaged and denied her exit. Theodore, who had finally managed to right-side his hands, remained an outsider to the unfolding drama in the front seats.

“Please Annie, don’t do this, those maps are ancient,” but Rose’s pleas landed on deaf ears as Annie accelerated towards the tall brick wall that stood at the end of the street. Seeing the encroaching wall, Theodore echoed Rose’s alarm, but Annie remained resolute in her course.

As they sped forward, just as they hit what should have been certain death, the wall dissolved before their very eyes; a veil pulled back to reveal a paradise of color and serenity. A smile cut across Annie’s face as they barreled through the gate, their ears whomped and rang as they jumped 1200 miles away into a field, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

The quiet beauty enveloped them, a balm for their frayed nerves. The contrast was stark, from the speeding chaos to the tranquil rustling of grass and the soft whispers of a breeze.

Annie threw her hands into the air and let out a loud hoot of joy. She looked back at Theodore with a devilish glint in her eye. “Super old tech’ she said, “the gate is only solid to objects moving slower than 88 miles per hour.” Annie’s eyes shone with new life as though she had been reborn.

Annie tried to start the engine but the battery was completely dead. “We walk,” she said and stepped into the flowery field.

Event 5 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 5 Archived by: Darla INGO

In a city of rain and gloom, Two friends faced impending doom. Theodore and Rose, a daring pair, Ventured on with hearts laid bare.

Around the bend, a fiery sight, Rose’s home ablaze in the night. Fire trucks and cops were there, Chaos and worry filled the air.

Rose ran towards the fire’s heat, But guards held her back on the street. Theodore saw the figure in black, both of them knew that they must act.

Danger loomed, but nowhere to flea, To escape the capture, they must be captured indeed. They turned on the police, a risky choice, Using their strength, with no remorse.

Into the police car, they were thrown, Into the governments danger zone.

Rose asked, “what now, what do we do?” Theodore could barely reply, “I haven’t a clue.”

Explosions burst, was it the woman in black? Causing chaos and leaving no track. A shattering window,

a warning needed, heeded,

Saved they were, not to be defeated.

A black SUV pulled up nearby, Their chance to flee, to touch the sky. Rose jumped out, hands still tied, Theodore followed, all fear cast aside.

Annie was driving, her face serene, “Hang on tight,” she said with a beam. Away they raced from fire and strife, Leaving danger behind, embracing life.

In the wind’s embrace, they found relief, Escaping the turmoil, finding belief. Through twists and turns, they soared and flew, Theodore and Rose, a curious crew.

Event 5 Archived by: Charlie INGO

Event 5 Archived by: Charlie INGO

Theodore and Rose walked back to Roses house. They turned a corner and saw Rose’s house on fire! It was a scary sight. Fire trucks and police cars were there, but they couldn’t go closer. Rose tried to get past the security line, but she couldn’t. The cops held her back.

Theodore noticed a person in black. He felt worried. The people who had taken him before, were back. He felt trapped. Rose and Theodore knew they had to do something. They decided to fight the police so they could get arrested by the good guys and not caught by the bad guys.

They struggled with the police to cause trouble, trying to get away, but not really. They toyed with the police until they were finally caught them. They were put into the back of a police car. The police officer was talking, but they couldn’t hear him through the closed door.

Inside the car, it was hot and cramped. They were trapped, there was no way out.

“Now what?” Rose asked.

Theodore didn’t know what to do. He was scared.

Suddenly, there were explosions and Rose’s insight told her one was coming close. She warned Theodore just in time. The car windows shattered into tiny pieces, but they were safe.

A black SUV pulled up next to them. It was their chance to escape. Rose jumped out of the broken window, even with her hands still tied. Theodore followed her, less gracefully… and they both climbed headfirst into the SUV.

Annie was driving the SUV. She was calm and told them to hold on. The car sped away from the chaos, leaving the fire and danger behind.

The wind rushed past them as they left the troubles behind. They sat quietly for awhile, speechless.

Theodore tried not to cry.

Event 5 – Into the Frying Pan; Narrated by: Arthur INGO

Event 5 – Into the Frying Pan; Narrated by: Arthur INGO

In the encroaching darkness, Theodore and Rose hurried along the narrow path, their steps echoing the rhythmic beating of their hearts. The day had taken an unexpected turn for them both, the tendrils of danger tightening around them. As they rounded the bend, the sight before them sent shockwaves of adrenaline through their blood – a raging inferno engulfing Rose’s home, and among the roaring flames sat Theodore’s stolen car, consumed by the fires in its entirety.

Their feet carried them forward, drawn by the raw instinct to confront the chaos that now played out before them like a stage. The blinding blue and red light’s painted a scene of urgency and dread. An impenetrable security line barred their passage, holding them at bay in the face of devastation.

Rose’s desperation was tangible as she attempted to breach the barrier, each futile attempt a testament to her determination. But the flames were not the only danger that lurked in the shadows. A figure clad in black, the manifestation of Theodore’s fear loomed on the edges of his perception. The thief in the night that had bound him before threatened to tighten her grip once more.

As Theodore and Rose recognized the predator on the edge of the chaos, they saw their escape path closing in around them. A daring plan formed in the crucible of their shared plight, they would fight, not for their freedom, but for their survival. With a fierce determination, they turned violent on the police officers, engaging in a vivacious struggle that blurred the lines between right and wrong, they attacked the peace keepers in blue.

Rose was the primary instigator, her small size made it difficult for the officers to subdue her, but eventually they laid their hands on Rose and Theodore both and confined them in a back of a squad car lockup.

The back of the police car was a suffocating cocoon, a humid entrapment that muffled the chaos from outside. The stagnant air was heavy with the scent of fear and feet. Theodore and Rose found themselves trapped within the confines of the musky vehicle. Their breaths were shallow, their gazes locked in a tense exchange of understanding. Out of the fire and into the frying pan….

With the world muted beyond the windows, their conversation was a whispered dance of uncertainty. “What now?” Rose’s voice stern with the weight of their predicament. Theodore did not respond.

But fate has a way of turning the tide. Explosions echoed through the night as a new force emerged to disrupt their captors. The woman in black, once their greatest threat, now faced a barrage of challenges from many angles. A web of chaos wove itself around them, the very air crackling with tension energy.

A glaring blue orb formed and slowly pulsed above the pavement. Reaching out to anything that came too close and consuming it with electricity. It’s sparkled and throbbed as it glided through the squad cars and firetrucks, leaving charred flesh and spiritless bodies in its wake.

In the midst of this tumult, Rose’s intuition flared to life. A burst of insight guided her, and with her voice carrying a note of urgency, she forewarned Theodore. The shattered window bore testament to her premonition, and just in time, they turned away, protecting their eyes from the impending blast that shattered every inch of the windows that surrounded them.

The impact wave left Theo and Rose stunned and deafened, but safe inside the back of the police car.

Then, all of a sudden a black SUV, an unexpected lifeline, pulled up beside them, and Rose’s instincts sprang into action once more. With hands still bound behind her back, she launched herself out of the shattered window, her ambition carrying her through the pain of a grisly impact on shattered glass. A moment later, Theodore followed suit, even less gracefully, but the urgency of the situation overriding his own pain and discomfort.

Inside the waiting vehicle, Annie, their savior, was a portrait of calm in the eye of the storm. Her voice carried the weight of authority as she issued one simple command, “Hang on.” The engine roared to life, and the SUV squealed away from the fiery circumstance.