The room was dark. The only light she had was the glowing from the cellphone that had been embedded into her skin, and nothing about that sentence was okay. When she couldn't find the door again and she couldn't hear Derek, she turned to look at the room around her, holding out her left arm. She moved very carefully, fully expecting to bump into something. Or someone waiting to attack her. But there was nothing. As she moved around the room she noted that it was basically empty, save for pictures on the walls that held zero meaning for her.
Eventually she went back to the spot she thought the door was in, and tried pounding on the wall again. "Derek!" she yelled as loud as she could manage. Dust from the paintings fell onto her face, causing her to sneeze and close her eyes.
This house was magic. Had to be. Some sort of nightmare magic.
She was staring down at the phone in arm when she noticed a few of the different options on it. Cleo took a few minutes to examine the phone that was much more advanced than her own mobile, before eventually finding what looked like some sort of online forum or message board. Two posts. One asking if people could read it, one threatening violence if someone was hurt.
Maybe that was Derek. She spent several minutes sending him messages hoping he'd find a way to get her out. But maybe she was going to have to get herself out. The question was, how?
The house wasn't so dry that she had nothing to work with. Quite the opposite really. She could feel moisture around her. Could she use that to break through older walls? And what if Derek was there and saw her. That would be worth it, wouldn't it? Derek would probably guess she had powers, but she would at least escape.
The walls had moisture. She could pull at it, and pull apart the wall. Bust a whole through it and get out. She'd never done that kind of damage before, but in theory there was no reason it couldn't work.
Cleo stood back form the wall, raised her hand and concentrated. The wood held water, probably too much water. She had to use that water in the wall to rip a hole through it. It took a few moments, but eventually it started to work. She could hear the wood splintering and splitting as she manipulated the water inside of it. It would only take few minutes for her to bust through the wall, sending wood flying, and hopefully no one ended up hurt.
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Eventually she went back to the spot she thought the door was in, and tried pounding on the wall again. "Derek!" she yelled as loud as she could manage. Dust from the paintings fell onto her face, causing her to sneeze and close her eyes.
This house was magic. Had to be. Some sort of nightmare magic.
She was staring down at the phone in arm when she noticed a few of the different options on it. Cleo took a few minutes to examine the phone that was much more advanced than her own mobile, before eventually finding what looked like some sort of online forum or message board. Two posts. One asking if people could read it, one threatening violence if someone was hurt.
Maybe that was Derek. She spent several minutes sending him messages hoping he'd find a way to get her out. But maybe she was going to have to get herself out. The question was, how?
The house wasn't so dry that she had nothing to work with. Quite the opposite really. She could feel moisture around her. Could she use that to break through older walls? And what if Derek was there and saw her. That would be worth it, wouldn't it? Derek would probably guess she had powers, but she would at least escape.
The walls had moisture. She could pull at it, and pull apart the wall. Bust a whole through it and get out. She'd never done that kind of damage before, but in theory there was no reason it couldn't work.
Cleo stood back form the wall, raised her hand and concentrated. The wood held water, probably too much water. She had to use that water in the wall to rip a hole through it. It took a few moments, but eventually it started to work. She could hear the wood splintering and splitting as she manipulated the water inside of it. It would only take few minutes for her to bust through the wall, sending wood flying, and hopefully no one ended up hurt.