"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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"everything okay?" corey asks the second i meet up with him.
"yeah." i turn around, looking back at samantha who's anxiously waiting at the bar with a shot glass in her hands. "did you see where river went?"
"over here." corey leads me through a small crowd of people and around the corner of the wall to where a black painted door stands.
"what is it?" i ask as we make our way down the small, yet very bright hallway that leads to the door at the end.
"it leads upstairs."
"there's an upstairs to this place?"
"kind of. no one's really allowed up there though, it's just some extra rooms they don't use anymore."
corey makes his way in front of me to pull open the door, revealing a set of carpeted, steep stairs.
"after you." he guide me.
it smells stale up here, plus with a hint of weed wafting through my nose, but it's as if no one really comes up here and it's only used for maintenance and storage closets.
the sound of corey closing the door behind us shuts out almost all of our light sources. it's practically pitch black up here.
there's soft chatter coming from the top of the stairs and i turn to look around at corey.
"i thought you said no one's allowed up here?"
"yeah, but people don't listen. i mean look at us." he laughs.
"well, our reason for being up here is different! we're trying to save somebody's life!" i whisper.
"you don't wanna take a lil break?" he asks, which makes me stop in the middle of the stairs. "smoke a little weed?"
"corey!" i lightly smack his chest, which causes him to laugh. "i told you i can't smoke! it makes me paranoid! plus we are on a mission! a life or death fucking mission and-" i let out a gasp, my back hitting the wall as a reflex from suddenly being face to face with a stranger wearing a frightening halloween mask.
"sorry." a male's voice comes from behind the mask. "it's really narrow in here."
"yeah, sorry, bro." corey pushes his back flat against the wall to allow this guy space to squeeze past us.
"god, river, why couldn't you have picked a place that's not so life-threatening?" i mumble to myself as i scramble to find corey's hand. once his is in mine, i lead him up the rest of the stairs.
"that's pretty ironic." corey sighs, his eyes darting around the dimly lit second level of this place.
"shut up." i whine. "you're positive river came up here?" i stare ahead at the dark, narrowing hallway in front of us. there's a fork at the very end where it splits off into two directions, left and right.
