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== <b> "I Want To Be Saved" pt.2 </b> ==

The basement door creaked open slowly, grumbling in protest to the girl passing through. An argument falling on deaf ears. She had worked up the nerve to leave the confines of her room, and no inanimate object would deter her. She needed to find out about the new one, and if he was safe... at least, if he was as safe as the other walking creatures of impulse she called her dormmates were.

It was dark, well past when even the more nocturnal residents had rested their eyes. Moonlight filtered in through an open blind. She avoided looking towards it, fearing what may look back at her from the yard. A childish fear, but one she never outgrew. Best to respect the unknown, rather than taunt it. Slowly, she started to move. Dabbled moonlight flicked across her features. Dark hair and white skin, more ghostly than what her imagination could picture, she crept to the stairs.

The steps, too, groaned in protest. Their argument much more convincing, as she backpedaled of the step. Hair swayed to and fro, glancing to make sure the subtle sound had not awakened anyone. No lights lit up, no barging footsteps. Just silence.

With a sigh to slow her beating heart, she challenged the steps again. Again they groaned as her light frame ascended. 'Why are you doing this?' 'Go back where you'll be safe.' 'No need to bother.' 'Please go back to be'. All the arguments were answered by another barefooted ascent. 'No,' she thought, 'I need to make sure'.

At the landing, darkness enveloped her once more. Dancing shadows replaced by waiting horrors. Her heart rate climbed again. Doors remained ajar just enough to let the predators within catch a scent and charg- 'No. Nonono. There's nothing here. No monsters here. Stop it.' Deep breath. She clutched her t-shirt across it's skull icon tightly, twisting the fabric, pressing fist between the shallow valley of her breasts. She willed her heart to still, and slowly, it obeyed.

She opened eyes she had not realized were clenched shut. The door was there. Just a few more steps. His door. The new one. She reached up and ran a finger across the cardstock excuse for a nameplate. /tg/.

No light snaked out from around the door frame. She moved her head closer, listening. Snoring, loud and obnoxious, but a sign of slumber. Her hand drifted down to the handle. Cold metal met warm skin as she gripped it firmly. She willed herself mentally to take that final step, 'You're already here! Just do it!'. Slowly her hand responded, and the door silently (thankfully) opened into the dark room dabbled by moonlight.

Quickly and quietly, she slinked inside, closing the door behind her. The last thing she needed was another intruder ruining her infiltration so far. She turned, facing the room she found herself in. And gasped.

Shelves of books of various age and size stacked in the shelves and on the floors. Occult looking figurines of armored monstrosities. Supplies and chemicals clustered together around a desk that served as a workspace. Posters of what must be climactic events in various religious histories donned the walls, as demons and dragons bore down on figures that must of passed as heroic. And there... two meters from her, he lay.

The couch was a mess, and so was he. His hair which had been neatly pulled back when she spied him arrive was disheveled, wildly framing his face. She crept forward, inching her way towards him. 'He's obviously dangerous. He has all this equipment here. A chaos magician? A warlock bound to some ancient cult? An alien worshiping some outer god?

She loomed over him as best her small frame could. Her heart started to speed up again. Unconsciously her hand reached for his brow, an unrealized want to better see the face of this stranger, framed in the light of the moon. Her lips parted, faintly breathing deeper. 'What does he know' her mind asked, 'What truths does he see? What can he tell me?' her hand met his forehead, fingers chilled by the cold metal of the doorknob, his skin warm. Gently, she parted his hair, looking down at that face. Looking for something, some truth.

He murmured in his sleep. He dreamed of fighting, of crusades. Of high fantasy and overcoming villains. She saw none of this, but only heard him murmur as he, in his dreams, reached out for the damsel in distress

"Don't be... frightened. I'm... here to save you..." his head rolled to the side, and had his eyes been open, he'd be looking right into hers.

Th-Thump.

Her heart raced. Not in the panic of before. Something else. She felt warm. Dizzy. Confused. Those words. Why did those words reach her? She felt too warm. Was it a spell? Something was wrong. Her chest felt full. Her eyes whelmed, blurry. She remembered that night. Before she was violated, she asked for just that.

"I want to be saved."

"I'm here to save you."

She sobbed, despite her will. She felt as if under a huge, burning weight. She felt flushed, lightheaded. She had to get away. Had to get away. Get away get away getawaygetawaygetawaygetaway-!

She backed away, stumbling. She backed into the desk with a thump, the hard corner catching her in the small of her back. A loud gasp and huck escaped her lips.

His eyes drifted open. Drawn from his dreamworld by the sounds stirring around him. He caught a glance of a ghostly figure drifting in the moonlight, staring at him.

Eyes met. Both froze for an eternal moment.

She was the first to react. A childish gasp of fright, and before he could respond, she fled as if a dream. She scrambled with bare footed steps, darting for the door, She fled before he could realize he was fully awake. she stumbled and tripped but never fell as she ran back to the safety of her room.

"I want to be saved."
"I'm here to save you"