You are crying softly into your pillow. You miss Wolfy. You wish he would find you. Davey promised he would leave a note. Why hasn't Wolfy come to find you? He promised he would take care of you.
You roll over onto your back, wiping your face with your hand. Sniffling, you try to get yourself under control, or else David will hear you and get mad again.
Footsteps. Too late. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep.
"What's wrong?" comes David's tenor voice. He sounds, as usual, somewhat irritated, as if he'd rather be elsewhere. Not like Wolfy, who was always patient and happy to be around you.
"Nothing," you say sullenly, knowing from experience that David does not want the subject of Wolfy brought up. After all, it was his idea to leave.
David lets out a long sigh. "Bad dreams again?"
You nod. Though true, that's not what you had been crying about.
"Well, you're safe now. Go back to sleep, OK?"
"Okay," you gulp.
David lingers for a moment, then leaves, muttering under his breath.
You lay on your back staring up at the bare wooden roof. Cracks and shadows make hideous faces in the dark. It's scary, but nothing like what you've seen in recent times. You just wish you could go back to when Davey, Jakey and Wolfy were all together. You felt safe then, despite all the monsters, because you knew Wolfy would protect you and Jakey would help you if you got hurt.
But now it's just Davey, and he doesn't seem to like you that much. It's true he's been taking care of you, but he does it almost grudgingly, like it was a chore.
You think back to when you left Wolfy all alone in that house after the dogs.
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It's quiet. You're alone in your small room, in your small bed. Wolfy and David are asleep just down the hall from you. You can't sleep. You awoke several hours ago, gripped in a sudden, nameless fear, atop your covers, only a small flimsy nightgown between you and the chill air. You know what's going to happen before it happens, but can't move. A huge invisible skeletal hand has you pinned to your bed, where you can only sweat cold beads of moisture that roll off your skin like oil on water.
And then --
Footsteps.
Oh no. He's back.
You try to scream, to let out a shriek, but your mouth refuses to unhinge. The best you can manage is a cold grimace in the dark.
The door to your room creaks open, slowly. You can hear him breathing at the threshold.
You thrash and flail internally. On the outside, you are frozen.
Slow, soft footfalls coming into your room. You can hear him muttering now.
we are many we are one
No no no no. You can't be scared. You'll die if you're scared. Move. Please move. Please please please please move. If you could just break this terrible silence you could banish him back to the darkness.
we are many, we are one. we are many, we are one. the red star shines. now comes the offering of blood.
The voice is faint whispers that crawl on your skin like snakes. Or worms.
the blood shall cleanse, the blood shall feed. we are many, but she is one. she will be cleansed. by the many shall we become the one.
A shadow above you. It's holding something in its hands. A fireplace poker, pointed downward at you. It raises the poker high above, to thrust down and pierce your flesh.
The One Shall Become The Many. We Are Many, We Are One.
You scream.
"WOLFY!"
The figure, poised to thrust downward, suddenly freezes as your voice pierces the night like an icicle shattering glass. The sound of your scream echoes in your ears.
The figure shudders. Gasps. Recedes.
A minute later, David runs into your room.
You tell him everything. He listens with a blank face.
You finish. David is looking at you with clear eyes.
"You think it was just a dream," you say to him.
"No, no I don't," he says back.
The silence stretches.
"We can't stay here," he finally says. "Jonathan is... not himself right now."
You nod slowly. "He's still healing from Spot," you say.
"He's going to get better," David says, sighing. "But until he does, we can't stay here, with him. It's not safe. He might hurt you, without meaning to."
You nod, tears falling onto the bedsheets.
"We'll have to leave. Tonight," David says. "I'll leave him a note, so he can follow us once he gets better. Is that OK?"
You nod, again slowly. You don't want to leave Wolfy here alone, but you are scared.
"Come on, honey," David says. "I'll take care of you. Don't worry about a thing."
He holds out his arms and you slip gratefully into them.
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You turn your mind away. You don't want to think about it anymore.
And Wolfy hasn't come. He promised he would take care of you, and he hasn't come.
You don't want to be with David anymore. You're scared he'll get mad at you and leave you all alone.
You turn away from the waking world, and back into your dreams. They are odd, and scary, but sometimes you can see Wolfy in them. Sometimes he is with a strange girl. Other times he is walking through a deep mist. The dreams don't make sense, but they are some comfort to you when you can see his face. See he is still looking for you. But they are just dreams. Wolfy hasn't come.
And there is someone else in your dreams. Someone who also watches Wolfy. Someone red.
And he is no longer asleep.
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You awaken. Your body aches. Rubble surrounds you. Where has your new master gone? You will find him.
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You wake up. You first thought is, He's gone. Your second thought is, Maybe that is for the best.
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You wake up. The sound of the girl crying softly has awoken you. Groaning, you roll out of your bed and put your bare feet down on the cold floor.
"Jesus, can't she get over him already?" you mutter.
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You are already awake. The Other is near. It will not be long now.
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"Hey, old man," you say, smiling softly. The figure you are adressing whirls like a cat, rifle at the ready.
"I'm afraid your bullets won't work very well on me," you say, grinning through rotted teeth.
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