Event #8 - So long [TAG Phillip]

[Nancy Holmes]

This thread happens after event 8

Nancy woke up again in the art class, lying on the floor. What.... ahhh..... She felt terrible. Not being able to think straight. What had just happened? Nerissa, she.... Nancy would never forget the horrific sight of her, like a cucumer shrivelling in a microwave. Tristan, her pure friend, trying to help her escape. He was so stupid... There was no escaping here. No way he could still do to help her. Slowly, she raised a hand to her neck where Naya.. the thing... had strangled her with thin air. Tears burned in her eyes again and the sight of the room blurred together into a dark, grey soup. There was no helping her. The only way out of this place was through dying. They would all die here, one after another, like flies. And it seemed like there were more and more people appearing here, like Zara. People who had nothing to do with the drama club, not even anything with the school.... But if  all of them were dead, would it stop? Or would it just go and hijack other people to kill them? Was there ever....an end?

Desperate as she was, she didn't even try to get up from the ground. She noticed a movement close at the door, some person stumbling in.... She blinked and as the tears ran down her face, her vision cleared again. Some gu- Phillip?!

[Phillip Pendragon]

Phillip rather stumbled than walking into the room like a normal person. However he was far from being normal. Neither has he ever been nor would be with all that he had gone through and most likely had still ahead of him. Yet he at least didn´t fall so far which was a good thing. He needed to keep control, conciousness. He had to survive and as he realized he wasn´t alone in the room even a spark of hope lightened up even though only a tiny one. Out of all people, it was Nancy that was in the room and given all that had happened there were a lot of mixed feelings.

She was his friend, assumingly cared for him and was one of the first to jump for help. So he was glad to have a friend around. However given that all he had experienced was most brutal torture with nothing more than glimbs of happy moments like he had with Tara, it also saddened him to have the raven haired here with him. What gave him the most troubles however was Thalia. He recalled hearing something about Nancy having mistreated her, almost killed her. Though at this point who knew if that only had been a rumor or bad dream or even wrongly implanted in his brain? He didn´t know and right now he didn´t care as his emotions quickly drifted into a depressed state of sadness again.

Phillip froze, still standing close at the door while the tears just flowed down his face like tiny rivers. What he would give to have Thalia with him again, alive and happy. Hell what he would give to rewrite time and let him at least die instead of her. She hadn´t deserved this and no matter if she would forgive him or not, he could never truly forgive himself.

Then again she at least wouldn´t forgive him for giving up. He had to keep on going. So he wiped away the tears from his reddened eyes and slowly approached Nancy to pull her into a hug.

[Nancy Holmes]

He was crying.... was it because of her...? Nancy didn’t move. Had he talked to Thalia..? Was he mad at her now? She swallowed. It hurt. He came over to her and she closed her eyes. If he wanted to choke her now too, she wouldn’t stop him. But instead, she felt how his hands touched her shoulders and pulled her up, into a hug. Surprised by the gentle but at the same time strong touch she opened her eyes again. „Phillip...“, she mumbled, her voice breaking.

She hugged him back, pressed herself against him and let her tears flow freely. „I‘m so glad you‘re okay! I heard... have you heard... I mean... sig is... he... is gone.“, she said inbetween loud sobs. „And arielle.. I can’t find her. Have you seen her? Did you see thalia? I need to know if they’re alright.... god... at least you’re alive... i‘m So happy...“ She could only hear his crying, but it sounded somehow... strange. No words came over his lips.

„Phil.... what is it...?“, she asked, but didn’t get a reply. What was wrong with him..? Oh, right.... hadn’t Alex said he had been hurt too? She broke the hug to look at him, her hands still on his shoulders. He looked so worn out, a mirror of how she was feeling. „What... did she do to you..? ..Naya, I mean....“, she asked. Alex hadn’t mentioned who did this to them, but it had to be Naya. She had seen her. Or, rather the thing that looked like her.

[Phillip Pendragon]

Sig was dead too? No that couldn´t be not. Not him. Not him. Not another of his closest friends. But apparently that wasn´t the only one that had seemed to be lost. Arielle was missing and given their luck she probably was dead as well. As much as his friends deaths pained him, made his heart crumble down and finally shatter into millions of pieces, AGAIN. It was going through his Thalias fate once again what broke him so much he lost all balance and sank down onto his knees. Why her and not him?

Lost in his grief it took him some time to realize Nancy was still talking to him, asking what was wrong was him, questioning what "Naya" had done to him. He reached down to his pocket just to remember his phone was dead and the only one that possibly had still enough power was with Tara now. So his communication was limited if not at all existing to begin with. Putting his right hand over the left side his chest, he clenched onto his own shirt. So much that he could feel his nails dig into his skin. What was more important though he could feel his own heart still beating. It was weak, no HE was weak but he was still alive and even though his heart was only pushing blood through his body with the pain of his loss it still kept him going. Not that he really had a choice though. He couldn´t throw himself away. Not anymore at least.

Getting back to Nancys question he wiped away his tears and shook his head before facing her, with his eyes empty with barely a spark left. After taking a few deep breaths eventually he opened his mouth and showed Nancy what instead "Naya", "Amanda" had done to him.

[Nancy Holmes]

Phillip sank down to his knees and in an attempt to hold him, Nancy did the same and wrapped her arms around him. It was just natural that he was so shook by Sig's death. She still couldn't believe it herself, it felt so unreal.

She felt bad that she was basically drowning him in question, he had so much to process. "Sorry, I know this is a lot..." He clenched his fist above his heart, obviously being in pain. "Hey...", she said with a sad, calm voice. She wanted to tell him everything was gonna be alright again, but that would be a lie. So instead of saying anything, she hugged him again, until he pulled away to show her something. He looked so sad, so numb, so empty... Just like herself.

He opened his mouth. At first, Nancy was pretty confused why he would do that, but then she saw it - Or rather, did not see it. His tongue was missing. "Ohhh Philly! So that's why you can't answer me... I'm so sorry. She really is such a monster... Does it still hurt? It looks like it healed already though... Oh, I'm babbling so much again, I'm sorry!", she stopped herself and shook her head. Then, he hugged him again.