it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Ronin - slow, but he gets there okay - starts to put two and two together far too late. He blames the fact that about 80% of him still thinks that ghosts and demons and ghoulies and all that are bullshit for the masses, but there's no denying that Remi's behaviour combined with the setting, the flashlights, the blood? and then, finally, the clamouring from upstairs; all of it points to being unexpectedly in a horror movie.
"Fuck!" He jumps as the basement door slams shut, almost in time with Remi's warning, and Ronin stumbles back in the dark. Unbalanced, he ends up on his ass next to the well, one hand instinctively reaching out to grab the side of it, feeling his fingers coat in something tacky and strangely warm. Through the flickering flashlight in his hand, he commits the cardinal sin of swinging it around towards the door, then back to the well, with a "let's get out of here, Remi--"
"Fuck!" He jumps as the basement door slams shut, almost in time with Remi's warning, and Ronin stumbles back in the dark. Unbalanced, he ends up on his ass next to the well, one hand instinctively reaching out to grab the side of it, feeling his fingers coat in something tacky and strangely warm. Through the flickering flashlight in his hand, he commits the cardinal sin of swinging it around towards the door, then back to the well, with a "let's get out of here, Remi--"
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
