Song, Cigarettes & Feelings by: The Haunt
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"What do we do when we find it?"
"I don't know."
"Excuse me? We're here because you said you have a plan."
"I do, up to a point."
Lila snickered, "Great. So we'll just stay in the hotel forever, staring at the walls and eating bad sushi."
"Finding the sigil is our only way out of here and the best chance we have of resetting the universe."
"Funny how you and Reg are on the same page again." I spoke up.
"Okay, uh, where do we start?"
"We'll split into our groups. I will go with Allison and Sloan, Y/n and Five, Ben with Viktor."
"No, we want Allison."
"Ben for Allison. We've trained together, so it makes more sense if we take Allison."
"Yeah. No, thanks."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Splendid idea. Allison, you go with the Umbrella. Sparrows, stick together. Y/n will go with the Sparrows."
"Wait, what? No, no. That's not--"
"You have Allison. The Sparrows will have Y/n. Everyone take a different floor. We must find that sigil."
I went with Ben and Sloane. "This is a total waste of time."
"Yeah, like you." I said, taking the lead.
Ben scoffed. The three of us got into the elevator. Reg came up to us and paused, "I forgot my journal. Go on. I'll meet you on five."
The elevator closed.
"Your Dad's sketchy." I said.
"Not as sketchy as you."
"Me? What's so sketchy about me?"
"Everything."
I rolled my eyes. As we got onto a floor, Sloane began to check behind the paintings. I looked through the drawers.
"Ooh, don't forget to check under the plants."
"Shove off." I scoffed. I opened a drawer and saw a wallet. I opened it and took out the money. I put it in my pocket and put back the wallet in the drawer.
"Get off your ass and start inspecting the walls for hidden compartments."
Ben knocked on the wall, "Here's a wall and, uh... Oh, here's another wall."
"What the hell is wrong with you? People are dying left and right and you're acting like a sulky teenager."
"You sound just like Dad."
"Why is it so important for Dad to like you?"
"Cause no one else does." I spoke.
"Shut the hell up--"
"It's true, Ben. And we all know it, we see it all the damn time, you're constantly begging to be loved and get showered with attention and approval. Well, guess what? We can't always get what we want." I walked away.
"You're not so perfect either, Y/n! You're a messed up asshole. What, you didn't think we know about the betrayal? About you trying to kill the Umbrellas? You have no idea what it's like to have a Father treat you like shit--"
"Yeah, and you have no idea what it's like having your parents choose drugs over you! You want to compare trauma? Compare this. Your parents being drug addict freaks, being kicked out and living around the streets, being adopted by a psychotic fucking murderer who trained you to be an assassin, having to watch the only person you see as a mother die, and then slowly, your dieing as the world begins to collapse. You think you have it rough? Suck it up, Ben. This is all just the beginning."
