We'll Get There {AntiAverage} (ABANDONED)

23: C B

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Rain beat on the top of the car as we screeched to a halt in the Ipliers' driveway. The Googles, blurry through the watery windscreen, swiftly approached us. Yellow practically pulled me out of the car by my arm, eyes locking onto something behind me.

He dragged me forewords without a word, forcing my legs to move faster than I'd thought possible to keep from falling. I glanced back to see Blue, Green, and Red rushing the others along in a similar manor, and in the distance a looming darkness; almost as though the world was fading away.

Yellow sort of flung me through the front door, his brothers not too far behind. Blue, the final to enter, slammed and locked it with eerie calmness. There was no time for irrationally.

Unfortunately, I felt like my hands were about to rattle off with all the trembling they were doing.

Yancy, Illinois, and Silver Shepard hurried into the room, with The Host calmly speed-walking a few feet behind. He was muttering to himself at auctioneer-like speeds as he caught up to his brothers, blood soaked through his blindfold and dripping down his face.

"So what's the plan, Darkisir?" Shepherd had somehow found the time to pull his suit and mask on, which made him look far too ridiculous for such a tense moment.

Without sparing a passing glance Silver's way, Dark turned to Google Yellow. "Take our guests to the infirmary," he ordered. The four of us didn't need an explanation.

We moved to follow Yellow, but I only took two steps before darkness crept into my vision. Shadows bled across the walls like thick, dark ink, and I grabbed Anti's hand as my adrenaline spiked. I could feel his shaking as he squeezed back.

The Stygian blanket was soon swallowed by a gentler force; older, steadier, fueled in part by rage, but by also by a wish to protect. The world went from black to black and white as this force took over, and the atmosphere was no longer that of a humid summer night.

Dark was at the center of the force, standing eerily still as the essence of whatever entity joined Damian and Celine's souls together flooded the room and drown out Die's play for control. The world around me didn't seem entirely real anymore, almost like I was caught between realities. I looked down at my hand to find that it was grey.

I shared a meaningful look with Anti, eye now glowing white rather than green, and did my best to squared my shoulders. We were going to be a part of this fight wether we liked it or not.

Around us, Jackie and the Ipliers had collected into some sort of a formation, so that eleven of us stood in a wobbly circle, and Dark and Robbie stood in the center. I heard the crack of Illinois' whip from somewhere behind me, before an ominous chuckle echoed through the room.

Anti stiffened by my side, breath hitching, and I gave his hand another squeeze. I couldn't bring myself to speak, sure my voice would shake if I tried. We all took a few steps back, tightening the circle, and from my left, Host slipped a pistol into my hand. He said nothing to me, only rambling under his breath, but the weight was comforting.

A creak of a door had my head snapping to one side, and the rest of the group turning or tensing. As soon as the ram horns were visible I instinctively released Anti's hand and fired off three shots; Die couldn't hide in the shadows anymore. Despite that, only one hit him, grazing his shoulder. Black tendrils spilled out of the wound, weaving and meshing together until the only evidence of injury was the torn clothing.

"Shit..." I murmured, swallowing harshly.

"Why hello to you, too!" Die grinned, taking a few theatrical steps forward with his arms folded behind his back. He nodded to Anti in mock politeness, "Dog."

Anti took a half-step backwards, grinding his teeth together hard enough to tense his jaw. I shot again, this time hitting Die in the chest, then the head, and it did nothing but stagger him. If I had a full clip to start with, I only had four bullets now. I couldn't keep wasting them in hopes I hit something vital.

"That's-" he huffed, an annoyed smile on his face- "really rude, Brody."

I gulped.

A/N: HOLY shit you guys I'm so sorry- I've been procrastinating like you wouldn't believe. I'd like to promise I'll be better about it, but I don't want to lie. Getting through this chapter was super difficult and I'm really not proud of how it came out. I'll probably edit it in the future, but until then, I promise I'm going to try to get these last few chapters out soon.