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[When the video comes on, it shows a suddenly timid Sinclair cleaning up the remnants of the bloody sheets. The five dogs (for the two ripped apart by m!Jack were granted life again by the mansion) are sitting across the room, staring at him, as if they don't know what to do. Sinclair's quietly murmuring to himself, unsure of how to properly
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He's a little out of breath from all the dashing when he bursts into the room, but he still manages to take in the scene, and falter. ]
...Oh. Oh lord.
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[ Lamb curiously looks at Sinclair, then at Cohen, then back at Sinclair, then finally at Cohen with an appreciative grin. ]
...made it last longer! Very nice!
[ Then she walks over to Sinclair, kneeling and grabbing him by the hair so that his ear is turned to her. ]
Now, do you see what happens if you don't do what the nice doctor asks you to do?
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I-I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, j-just st-stop...
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Of course. Of course, I will...
[ Then her grip on his head tightens and she twists. A sickening CRACK can be heard. ]
There. All better now. ♥
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At the crack, he lets out a whimper, eyes widening. Not because the second reality has won, but because it's making a push through the cloying smoke.
Still he doesn't - can't - lower the gun. ]
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Hmmmmmmm~
Not quite right.
[ She doesn't turn to look at Cohen when she speaks. ]
I'm going to need... I think... scissors. Get me scissors.
[ A quick glance at the artist. ]
And put that gun away, he's not getting any deader.
[ Then she steps over Sinclair's body, apparently looking for something on the other side of the room.]
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He's aware that he's moving, but he's shut the gun away in a drawer and pulled some scissors out of the closet before that awareness is anything more than fractured. It's an odd sensation, walking back from the closet to Lamb. He can hear feet, presumably his, hitting the carpet in a quick rhythm; but he can't feel them touching a thing.
He holds out the scissors dutifully, and stops moving again, another task completed. ]
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Having made sure that Sinclair is sitting comfortably she turns around and takes the scissors with a bloody smile. Bloody being quite literal and standing for the red smears that are covering her hands, chest and face.
Then her smile disappears and her next command, while still amused, has undertones of impatience at Cohen not having guessed what to do next already. ]
Now shoo! Wait outside, and no peeking!
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Cohen lowers his hand and turns, going towards the door. He opens the door. He walks through it. He closes the door. His steps are brisk, but inside, he's moving languidly. ]
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A marvel, truly.
Cohen's regular would appreciate it. Cohen's mirror may not.
It will be a while and you will occasionally hear sounds, whistling, perhaps even singing coming from inside the room. ]
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For a minute or so, there's a sleepy-looking artist in the corridor, standing patiently in a cloud of sharp green smoke. But left to himself, it doesn't take long for that little thought to start to shriek again. Bad. Wrong. Awful. Murder. Betrayal.
He shifts uncomfortably. What's it talking about? He did what he was told. He was good. Lamb gave him a job and he followed it to her satisfaction. What else matters?
What's that on his face and hands? That's blood. And whose blood, hmm?
Doubt begins to nibble like rot at the foundations of whatever's pushing him along. It seems that he should move his hand, and look at it; but even the thought of taking an action unbidden is exhausting. It takes another minute before he can lift it, spread it, examine it. It's covered in dark brownish-red splatters.
And whose blood's that, hmm?It's only now that his delusion gives way to the rot, and collapses. A strangled sound pushes out of his throat, somewhere between shrieking and sobbing and throwing up - but he can't leave ( ... )
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But there it is and it is done and when she surveys her work she smiles proudly. Then she steps back and swings her arm lazily, the telekinesis lifting the sheet off the mirror. And if you look through it from the other side now you will see it. If you step into the room you will experience it. If you find it, you will find this scene:
The very first thing you will notice are the butterflies, the dozens and dozens of blue butterflies that are fluttering about, leaving the closet in a stream that seems neverending.
Amidst them waits Augustus Sinclair, sitting in his chair in a completely natural position, comfortable, relaxed, looking at the covered mirror in front of him, so wonderfully alive and well.
That is until you step closer and realise that something just isn't quite right. That his eyes are open, wide ( ... )
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