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.:mErcy [Chapter 14] ***Both A & B lead to here!*** -- You zig-zagged your way through the forest, stumbling left and right, tripping over stray, bulky roots, and had your skin torn viciously by unseen thorns and branches. The eerie groans and shrieks of those Twitchy-Headed freaks came from all sorts of directions; it was so dark, you could barely see a few inches in front of your face. Your breathing was ragged and your heart was pounding in your chest; it felt like it was going to give out any minute. You could barely hear anything over it. Lightening struck a few yards in front of you, bringing you to halt. Thunder immediately follow

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 12 -- B] -- "I can...I can get her back...?" You blinked at Ben. "How? How could I possibly get her back!?" You couldn't decide whether to be awestruck, frustrated, or both. The idea seemed so incredibly far-fetched and ridiculous, but everything about your situation was completely far-fetched and ridiculous, too. Ben stayed silent, titling his head to think. His silence was nothing but irritating. You quickly jumped and snatched his shirt, shaking him back and forth. "HOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUHHHH!?" You demanded loudly, voice dripping with annoyance. Ben snatched your hands in his icy grip; you cou

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 12 -- B] -- It had taken quite a while for you to finally cool down from your previous rampage. Your breathing was starting to even, and the tiniest bit of light began to show up in your eyes. It took staring at the wall for a long period of time in order to do this; surely, if you were to turn your gaze back to Aria's body, the light would fade away in no time. You took a long, deep breath before closing your eyes and lifting your hand to feel the wound the Twitchy-Headed pilot had given you when he bit you (and you bit back). The tear in your arm felt wet and sticky from blood, and it felt incredi

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 13 -- A] -- There was a loud ringing filling your ears; it was drowning out the faint noises going on beneath it. You could hear screaming, wailing, yelling, shrieking, and crying. Your vision was blurry and there was lots of smoke, but you could still make out the scene. It was bound to happen, seeing as your pilots had turned into Twitchy-Headed, undead monsters. It seemed you had fainted after Ben had disappeared and Lon had walked off, leaving you to your own devices. You slowly sat up, your phone flopping out of your hand and landing on the dirt with a thud. You looked at it through half-lidd

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 12 -- A] -- A strange, uneasy tension filled the desolate airplane quickly; nothing was being said- just a strange staring contest between Ben and Lon. Your nervousness was nearly overwhelming, only in competition with your anticipation at getting Aria back. "Erm..." you started, slowly pushing yourself away from Ben. His arm fell to his side as he kept his eyes on Lon. You turned to look at the eerie woman, nervously cold sweating. You gulped and stood up as straight as you could and stared hard at the woman. Her appearance was still unsettling; the messy stitching that covered her body, the diffe

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 11 -- B] -- "For Aria." You mumbled aloud to only yourself. Your pale fingers enclosed slowly around the handle of the bat. You gripped it harshly and pulled it towards you, examing it carefully. It was cold, quite big, and metal. You would've wondered how it even got on the plane in the first place; key word: would've. You weren't really you right now. You felt as dead as Aria. You let the bat fall to your side, hand still wrapped around it. You looked to see Ben at the end of the room, watching you carefully. You didn't spend more than a few seconds on his face before you turned your heel and sl

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 11 -- A] -- "There's a way to get her back, ya see kid~" You froze at the words, resting your eyes on the creepy woman. You were nervous and uneasy about her presence; you were anxious to get away from her as quickly as possible. Her possible knowledge about actually reviving Aria was the only thing keeping you in the same room as her. "Erm....a way to get her back...?" You repeated carefully. "Hmm...Yes, Yes~ A way~ A waaay~" She sang, smiling cheerfully at you, pulling more of the already loose stitches on her face. You could sort of see the muscle lying underneath her cheek's skin. You gulped.

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 10 -- B] -- The plane's lights kept blinking; randomly and slowly. There wasn't much sound, except for the small humming of the plane, the muffled munching of the Twitchy-Headed cannibalistic pilots, your own sobbing, and the dreadful snapping and tearing of Aria's skin and bones. Your tears had slowed; your sniffling had lightened: you were slowly coming back to your senses. Guilt, sadness, and a yearning to go back to how things were had previously filled up your thoughts, but they were replaced with something different. A snapping kind of sense; then despair, then rage. You were desperate to bri

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 10 -- A] -- You had no idea how long you had been kneeling and staring at the wall with a blank, dull, and lost expression. You'd blink occasionally, but that was really the most movement you were currently capable of. Your breathing was slow and shallow. The light and expression in your eyes was completely gone. To say the least; your whole body looked as if it were lacking a soul; it looked as if it were hollow. You slowly tilted your head towards you beloved, dead best friend. As a child, you were always told that when people were dead, they would like as if they were asleep. So, that's what you

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 9 - B] ***Read the Description first, please! c: -- Rip. Tear. Rip. Tear. You were nervous, anxious, and scared. People chattered all over the place: strangers.  They were all wearing brightly colored clothes; all of them with happy smiles on their faces. All of these strangers were comfortable here. You fidgeted with the handle on your luggage; your face was flushed and you kept staring down at your feet. You were close to beginning your freshman year at a college that was far, far away from home. You didn't know a soul on campus; aside from the friendly faculty members that you conversed with