Eyes On Creel

danger

ST4 S4 spoilers, insanity, panic,

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September 20th, 1986
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.."You're not listening. Our friend is in danger!" Nancy explained.
"Do you really expect me to believe anything you have to say at this point?" Hatch hissed.
"Its the truth!" Nancy quietly shouted, speeding up to Hatch.
"You are free to tell your sob story to the police!" Hatch annouced to the three of us.
Robin paused in motion for a quick second, glancing over to some patients listening in on a record. 'Clair de Lune', in short time getting pushed up to us by a guard. "Move along," he said.
"Don't touch me!" Robin sneered.
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Hatch hastily pushed the door open, guiding us outside, the guards following behind. "Victor said the night of the attack, everything went on in the house, but he made a specific mention of music, he said music was playing!"
"--And then when we asked him about the 'angel', he started to hum.
Robin started to hurriedly sing, to prove the point, "🎼Say nighty-night and kiss me, hold me tight.. and tell me--🎼" she sang.
"Dream a Little Dream of Me." Nancy said.
"Ella Fitzgerald." I said.
"--The voice of an angel." I continued.
"Yeah." Robin agreed, facing towards me for a quick second.
"Hatch said that music can reach parts of the brain that words can't," she gestured, "--So maybe that's the key, a lifeline." Robin explained.
"A lifeline back to reality." Nancy gasped.
"It's worth a shot." I shrugged, glancing at the two.
We turn around as Nancy does aswell, "I think we can beat him." I said, "-What?" Robin asked, "To the car." I say, once again glacing at the guard, "Okay I am warning you guys right now, I have terrible coordination, like it took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies!" Robin said anxiously.
"You'll be fine." Nancy assured Robin.
"Just follow our lead." I said, beginning to sprint. "Oh, my God!" Robin exlaimed.
"Hey! Get the hell back here!" The guard shouted. Robin threw her heels off in a rush, chasing behind us.
"Cinderella, you dropped your shoe!" A patient yelled as we passed by.
The feeling was tense, yet exciting.
Amusing, even.
As we run, the guards continue to shout from afar, "Stop right there!" One of the guards shouted as we jumped off of the grassy, stone ledge.
"AH HAH HAH!" An inmate chuckled loudly.
"-Go!" Nancy shouted as a signal to run quicker towards the car.
"Oh my God!" Robin shouted.
We get farther towards the vehicle, "Let's go!" A guard shouted to the other guard as we ran. "Lets move it!" He shouted.
"Stop get out of there!" The guard yelled at us. We finally reach the vehicle, rushing inside, quickly slamming the car doors, "Ah!" Robin exlaimed, "Go, go, go, go, go!" I breathed out
"Stop! Get out of the car!" The guard said repeatedly.
They shouted through the thick glass.
The car engine started revving loudly, as Nancy engaged the car into gear.
We speed off, the guards chasing us as far as they could reach, until we lost them, speeding off.
"You really are a weird runner. Nancy said, the three of us laughing.
"Yeah." Robin breathed out.
"Robin where the hell are you this is a code red! Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out!" Dustin pleaded over the walkie-talkie.

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