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First Night [Open to Multiple]
Jodie Holmes, age six, sits in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. One wall is lined with a mirror that is not really a mirror. There are cameras mounted in the corners, their power lights like unblinking red eyes in the dimness (not darkness; they left the light in the hall on for her). She surveys the sparsely furnished room with her back against the headboard and her chin atop her teddy bear. There is a flashlight on her bedside table, and she knows Cole is just outside. They should be safe here, and she tries to be brave - brave for Aiden, whose fear shivers the tether that binds them.
"Don't be scared, Aiden," she says, hugging her teddy closer. "We're gonna go to sleep, and nothing bad is gonna happen." The phrase has a practiced cadence to it, like a prayer, or a magic spell. But God hasn't stopped the monsters, and she doesn't know if she believes in the good kind of magic anymore.
She pushes her legs beneath the covers, but she doesn't lie down. Something is coming. She can feel it.
"Don't be scared, Aiden," she says, hugging her teddy closer. "We're gonna go to sleep, and nothing bad is gonna happen." The phrase has a practiced cadence to it, like a prayer, or a magic spell. But God hasn't stopped the monsters, and she doesn't know if she believes in the good kind of magic anymore.
She pushes her legs beneath the covers, but she doesn't lie down. Something is coming. She can feel it.
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Does she mean Aiden?
"Yes," he says, because even if they're not talking about the same things, he's been able to see his own brand of monsters for a long time. He hesitates, then gestures as nonthreateningly as possible at Aiden. "And I know about your buddy, here." He hesitates again. She seems really scared. He wonders how much of this is a real memory -- how much of it really happened. "Doesn't Aiden protect you?"
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She presses her chin to the top of her teddy bear and frowns at Johnny. "No one can protect me," she says with bitter certainty.
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"Well," he says, shrugging. "Maybe he'll get better at it."
What do these "monsters" want with Jodie anyway? Why is she in here? Being observed like this? Presumably it has to do with Aiden, but Johnny feels hungry for details and he can't ask his Jodie. He feels bad asking this six year old version to spill the gory details, but... then again, maybe talking will help. And he's not sure what else to do.
He straightens up finally, considering her. "Is it okay if I come sit down?" he asks.
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She shrugs in response to his question, but then she pulls her legs up from under the covers, making more room. A sword might not stop the monsters, but she's yet to have them come for her when there's an adult in the room. Maybe she will be safer with him here.
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"How long have you been here?" he asks at last.
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Maybe he's doing that thing grown-ups do, where they ask you easy questions just so you'll talk, and then they ask harder ones.
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"But it looks like you live here," he says. "Did you just move in today?"
She seems suspicious again (god, already she's so grown up, Johnny notes with a pang of sad familiarity), so he hastily says, "I'm not from around here. I'm only here because you're here."
So, that's creepy, but she's already got a ghost buddy, right?? Maybe she'll accept his attempts at sounding all portentous and ethereal and they can move on from there.
Something else, though. "Kind of like him," he says with a shrug toward Aiden. Sure.
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Maybe Johnny can help her. But if he's only here because she is, then if she was home, that's where he'd be too. There's no tether that binds them, though, and after a moment's scrutiny, she says, "You're not like Aiden."
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Such bullshit. He's no good at this fucking sincerity thing. But it's also true, he knows that deep down, and it's easier to tell this Jodie than regular Jodie. And she's still sniffling, and even if she doesn't remember right now, she dug him out of hell, she held him while he collapsed sobbing on the floor, she weathered that shitstorm and she didn't judge him for it. So, goddammit.
He shifts slightly closer and puts his hand on her little shoulder, gives it a pat and a light squeeze. "It's gonna be okay," he says.
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Jodie lets out a little gasp and shoves herself back against the headboard. Her eyes dart around the room before finding Johnny's. "They're coming! The monsters!" They don't care that Johnny's here, they're coming for her anyway. He can't protect her. No one can.
Something shoots through the wall, something black and amorphous, blink and you'd miss it. But then there's another, and another. One rises from the floor like some deep-sea terror, wraps a black tentacle around Jodie's ankle, and jerks her out of the bed like a ragdoll.
She doesn't scream for help. She just screams.
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Except this isn't how it happened then. This is a dream, and there are no observers here. Just Johnny.
He stumbles forward inelegantly and picks up his sword again, like THAT'LL do any good, and lunges at the ghostly vortex that has little Jodie in its grasp.
"Hey!" he shouts, brandishing the weapon like a straight up idiot. "Leave her alone!"
He takes a good swipe at it, and, as he had more or less anticipated, the blade passes right through the creature's shadowy mass, met with only the mildest resistance, like cutting through a heavy patch of air.
What Johnny doesn't expect is that the creature actually splits; cut in half, it shrieks, and one half of it swirls terrifyingly around him before disappearing back into the wall. Its remaining half, still curled around Jodie's leg, withers and shakes for a few moments.
"I mean it," says Johnny angrily, staring the thing down, emboldened by his unexpected success. "Fuck off." He stabs at the creature again, and it pops out of existence, fading away like dust, leaving behind only a brief, unearthly howl.
This is all well and good, but there are so, so many more of them.
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Aiden tumbles after Jodie, one black cloud among many. His instinct is to shudder away from the monsters, but seeing Johnny vanquish one has changed things. A shapeless creature plants itself between Aiden and Jodie, its hinged jaw opening wide in a challenging shriek. Aiden hesitates until Jodie screams again, and then he darts forward to tangle with the monster, slamming against it with all the force that he can summon. And it works. The creature dissolves into a cloud of sparks and melts away with an echoing howl.
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"Yeah!" he shouts, all but pumping his fist. "That's what I'm talking about!"
He take another vicious hack at the creature holding Jodie, but this one is more resilient, or his aim was off; it releases her, but instead of vanishing it turns on him. He stumbles back, startled, and before he can take another swing it seizes his arm.
"Shit!!" He feel it reaching right through his clothes and digging painfully into his skin. Is this what Jodie had to live through before Aiden learned to fight?
"Let go, asshole!" he snaps, attempting to hit it with his hand, like an IDIOT. Now it's got your other hand, Johnny. GOOD GOING.
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No. Aiden first targets the monster that has Jodie, blasting it into dust. She drops to the floor with a grunt, but doesn't release her death grip on Johnny's leg. Now, he turns to the creature that has Johnny in its grip and barrels into it, loosening its hold. The monster turns toward Aiden, and he strikes out at it until it vanishes.
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He lies there breathing for several moments, watching Aiden overhead.
"See?" he says, panting. "I told you he could protect you."
He sits up and looks down at Jodie, then reaches out to give her a little pat on the head. "You okay?"
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"Yeah," she says, absently scrubbing at her cheeks with her sleeve. Then she drops her chin to level an accusing stare at Johnny. "You said a bad word," she informs him. "You said a bunch of them."
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"Yeah, I have a habit of doing that," he says, feeling ridiculous. "But it's okay, when you get older, I'm sure you'll--"
Then he wakes up.