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The claws tearing at her skin, the static In the air, the feeling of being watched and crawled all over by those damned bugs. That thing talking an appearance, taking her name Her place, her life. Tearing her apart, limb from limb, atom from atom. Erasing her very being in the minds of others. Replace all thoes memories with that thing!
This was not how Sasha thought she was going to go. She knew spooky things existed. Perks... Or well curse of working in artifact storage.
She couldn't warn Tim about the thing wearing her face, or Martin about how dangerous this room couldn't be, or Jon about how dangerous the Archivist position could really be. She couldn't warn any of them about Elias. About how he was behind it all. How he, couldn't be trusted.
She couldn't ask them all to stay together. To trust each other, work together. She couldn't do anything! But slowly... Very slowly, so very painfully be destroyed and replaced by that thing. Wishing things had gone different. Wishing she hadn't pushed Jon away after he got the promotion. Left Martin on the outside.
So many things she wished she did differently.
Now she can do nothing. Feel nothing. As it all fades to nothing. She gives in, letting the darkness take her. The bitter sweet ending. Lets it all go. Knowing or wishing she could do so much different. She allows herself to fall. Hoping the others survived.
The end finally takes Sasha James.
She opens her eyes.
She opens her eyes....
How was she opening her eyes? This shouldn't be possible...
She leaned forward, rubbing her eyes, curling her body into its self as much as it would , knocking her head into something wooden.
Sasha blinks open her eyes, the mist soon clearing from them. She glanced around to see where she was, to see why she wasn't dead, only to stop in her tracks. Eyes stuck on the room she was in.
The bullpen, in the archives.
Tim and Martin were there, setting up their desks. It appeared to be just after the dog incident. She sat there in silence, eyes wide and a little watery. Sasha kept her eyes on them, taking in the sight of them safe. They were ok! And she was back!
Back before it all happened. She could help this time. Warn Jon, protect Martin from Prentes! Not leave Tim alone! She could do it. For them and herself.
What she didn't notice was the fog nipping at Martin's feet, nore the firey blaze in Tim's eyes. Not even the spiders crawling along her desk...