Deads Advocate

18

*** Italic text indicates a dream-like state between consciousness and unconsciousness ***

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"Hyunwoo!" Chan's voice echoes in the large atrium, his flashlight panning the empty crumbling room. 

"Beom?" Ji-hye's voice was thready and timid, she clutched the back of Minseok's shirt as they stayed close together.

Minseok was watching the world through his lens, figuring he'd get some last footage before they blew the hell out of this place. "Hyunwoo, Beom! Stop playing we need to get out of here..." he trailed off listening for any responding sound.

They got one....

"You hear that?" Chan whispered, freezing in place. 

They strained, not moving a muscle, ears perked.

It came again...

That haunting, ominous laugh of a woman. The faint click of high heels on linoleum.

"Jesus." Chan muttered, spinning around.

The laughter was getting louder.

The sound of bare feet running, somewhere just outside his small pool of light. The three huddled closer, swallowing audibly.

The laughter turned maniacal now. 

Terrifying and lunatic.

"Please..." Ji-hye whimpered. There was deafening silence, then a scream directly behind them. Whatever composure Ji-hye had, left her as she ran in pure terror.

"Ji-hye!" Minseok yelled running after her, Chan bolting after them, his own scream a whimper on his lips.

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Across the hospital, in the large atrium where the orgy of violence had once bathed the now shattered tiles in red, Moon Yeonha was putting the finishing touches on what was going to be her opus. She adjusted the camera on the spot where she intended to put on this show. The diary from the Doctor sat on the floor in the middle of a hastily drawn pentagram, several candles had been lit to add ambiance.

She peered through the viewfinder once more, focusing the camera seated on the tripod before her, satisfied, she hit the record button. She positioned herself on the floor before the book, taking a moment to prepare for the big show. "I have lost my crew to this terrible place." she began, trying to look teary eyed and upset. "The evil in this building needs to be exercised, and I plan to do it."

Looking resolute, she played to the camera. A sheaf of paper printed from the internet nearby, she began what the website had described as a pseudo exorcism and summoning spell.

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Outside, the night was miserable, pouring down in torrents as thunder rolled across the heavens and lighting struck the earth, illuminating the truck as it rolled to a stop near the trailers. Taehyung killed the engine, the boys sitting silently, watching the dark ominous hospital.

"They're inside aren't they?" Jin asked quietly glancing, at the darkened trailers.

 "Yup..." Tae mumbled, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

They made no move to exit the safety of the vehicle, each silent and contemplative. "So I'll bite, why are we here again?" Jin questioned.

"Because a dead Marine needs our help..." Jungkook said.

Taehyung grinned grimly. "And we never leave a man behind...Hoorah..."

Nothing more was said as they all exited, hurrying through the rain and into the large double doors before they could think better of it.