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Season 1 Finale
“Massaro!” both Vic and Scarlett shout, bursting into his office in hopes of his knowledge of the realm being able to serve them a key out of it. “Vic? Scarlett?” Massaro calls out, staying in his seat as the girls rush over to the desk his work is sprawled upon in another plane. “Massaro, do you know anything about how to get out of the realm without killing yourself?” Vic asks, refusing to do anything other than get straight to the point. “Geez, that’s a loaded question” Massaro replies, lifting his hand to his chin to ponder over the possibilities. “Even if it is, we need whatever you can think of” Vic replies, “we were drugged in the realm above and now we need a way back.” Though the girls cannot see it, Massaro’s eyes widen in shock, wondering what the reasoning behind drugging two teenage girls on a flight doomed to death serves. “Whatever the point of it was can be saved for another day” Scarlett responds, “what can’t is how to get back.” Standing from his seat, Massaro places his hand on a specific spot and guides Vic to rest her own hand on the same spot. Once done, Massaro takes the form of a blue light in Vic’s hand, actually able to be felt in her palm whilst Vic takes the same form in Massaro’s plane. “Follow the blue dot” Massaro beacons, leaving his office and leading the girls into the hall of the faceless, where he directs them to a set of doors in the very back. “Those fucking things again!” Scarlett exclaims, Massaro admitting that he had been hearing of some troubles. “If you can manage to get the doors open, even if you can somehow force them open, the realm will react in a hostile manner, setting out to put you down before you can harm it further. “What if we can’t get them open?” Vic asks, feeling Massaro struggle to find any alternatives. “You can’t control it from within the realm, but if you suffer any physical damage in the realm of reality, you’ll be shot right back up there to deal with whatever the cause is.” Apologizing, Massaro feels guilty that he has no better answer, breaking the news that the girls are completely shut out from the realm above without a direct line back. “Either open a back door, force the realm’s hand or hope you get lucky in time” Massaro concludes, “there’s nothing else I can think of that’s been proven than that.” Thanking the man for his help, Vic informs him that she’ll let him know how it all unfolds. “Which one do we go for?” Scarlett asks, getting herself ready to take on the double doors on the spot, already forcing herself to think of all the trouble they’ve caused her to further her motivation. “Let’s figure out the back door option first” Vic replies, “if we’re gonna fuck with the realm, I’d prefer if it was a last-ditch resort.” Groaning, Scarlett surrenders to Vic’s plan and asks where they go first. Thinking about it for a moment, Vic recalls a spot that helped in the past and makes the suggestion that they use it again. Without warning, she takes Scarlett by the hand and returns to the downtown Baton Rouge area, the empty streets a perfect metaphor for their optimism. “Okay, now that we’re here… Why are we here?” Scarlett asks, looking around the street before Vic points her in the direction of the end of the street, leading her by the hand to it. “That’s where the star crashed, right?” Vic asks, pointing to the scenic space above a set of buildings beneath the sunset. “When it hit, everything turned into something completely different from what we’re used to” Vic explains, “it sent us into some kind of nightmare.” “Why is that important?” Scarlett asks, struggling to follow Vic, though making her best effort. “When people realize they’re in a dream and force themselves to wake up, it’s always because they’re having a nightmare” Vic concludes, “all we have to do is convince the realm that this is a nightmare, and we’ll follow whatever fucked up thing tugs at our arm this time.” “Like the terrorists did last time!” Scarlett replies, finally catching the drift, and able to move onto the next issue in their way. “How do we turn this into a nightmare?” Scarlett follows up, that question somehow turning into a more difficult one to answer than the one that came before it. Conjuring up a thought in her head, Vic takes Scarlett by the hand one more time, popping her into the sky above, placing her in the realm beyond’s replica of their current doomed flight. “What the fuck!?” Scarlett shouts, feeling the plane’s speed increase as the pilots hope to get to land quick enough, forcing the blonde to look out onto the wings at the smoke billowing into the orange sky. “Holy fuck! How the fuck!?” Scarlett shouts, her hands gripping onto the armrests with such force that her nails begin to tear into the cushions. To her left, Vic lays there unconscious, completely oblivious to what’s going on around her. = Dream Sequence is created by Zachary Serra, all rights to the series belong to Zachary Serra and the entity of Pacer1 Media from the start of Season 1 onwards = “This makes no sense!” Jared says, putting his seat belt on as Rachel pulls her vehicle out of the school parking lot. “They killed her!” Jared shouts, his hands stretched out to visualize his point, “hasn’t the cop been given enough fucking justice?” Shaking her hand, Rachel pushes the notion of ‘too much justice’ out of the window. “It doesn’t matter who’s hurt by what” Rachel responds, “saying ‘justice hasn’t been served’ is just a reason to keep fighting each other.” Approaching the end of the parking lot, Rachel slows her vehicle as the patrolling guard waves her down just ahead. Finally at a full stop, Rachel rolls her window down and asks the guard what it is they are being stopped for. “The school isn’t letting anyone out right now” the guard replies, putting a smirk on Rachel’s face and a grimace on Jared’s, “you need to turn around and return to your parking spot.” “I don’t care what the school is doing” Rachel replies, “but that paint job was a death threat to people like us, and we’re not gonna sit around and wait like fish in a barrel. Move.” Proceeding to pull her talkie free and refuse to allow the girl through, the guard informs Rachel that she’ll have to call authorities if she does not comply. “Oh, so my choices are to get pulled over or get shot at in my own school?” Rachel retorts, pushing her foot to the pedal and running through the arm. Just as she had warned, the guard phones for one of the school officials to phone the authorities, watching Rachel drive onto the main road and disappear within seconds. “You just got us in so much trouble!” Jared exclaims, watching the amused smile creep over Rachel’s face. “No more trouble than we were already in” Rachel returns, glancing towards Jared and reminding him that it’s the person behind the wheel that’ll catch the blame. “For someone that cheated on a chick with a broken back.. You’re a real fuckin’ pussy” Rachel mutters, catching Jared shrug in agreement enough to break out into laughter. “Well, fuck…” Rachel says, “as long as you’re self aware!” Refusing to dwell any further on feeling bad about what he did, Jared allows himself to laugh at his errors, knowing that the effort to better himself as a person won’t allow him to make the same choice again. “It’s the kind of shitty part of trying to be a better man” Jared says, pulling Rachel’s intrigue as if he had it on a string. “You’ll still be guilty of the same shit that caused you to want to change in the first place” Jared continues, his admission of both guilt and hope being the first thing to make Rachel actually feel sorry for him. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy necessarily” Rachel explains, “I just think you did a really shitty thing to the last person that deserved it.” Admitting that she never hated him, only simply disliked him, Rachel tells Jared that he’s being too hard on himself far too often. “Things like cheating on Scarlett are things you should blame yourself for, things like what she had to do are things you shouldn’t” Rachel replies, giving Jared something new to find interest in. “What do you mean by ‘what she had to do’? Why did she have to do it?” Jared asks, having yet to be made aware of the less discussed areas. “There’s just something really shifty about the whole thing that doesn’t make sense” Rachel responds, pointing out a lack of video from the dash cam as a red flag. “I don’t think she killed the guy for no reason, I think the cop did something that forced her to act in self-defense” Rachel concludes, “the classic routine of the corrupt cop getting killed and being made to look like a hero.” “So she shouldn’t have been chased away?” Jared asks, his expression turning sour as he pieces together the fact that Scarlett may have been justified in her actions. “You’re saying she wouldn’t be dead if there wasn’t a cover up?” Jared continues, Rachel’s hand pressing against his as she tells him to calm down. “You’re getting worked up” Rachel counters, “we don’t know all the details, and we probably never will.” Taking in a deep breath, Rachel confesses that nothing is as definitive as they’d hope for on either side. “Because of that, there will always be a reason to fight for Scarlett and Tori’s justice” Rachel says, pausing as she realizes the nature behind her follow up, “just like there’ll always be one for the cop’s.” Continuing to drive, Rachel pulls into a diner and tells Jared to get some food in his system since they skipped out on lunch. Hopping out of the car and entering the building, the pair miss an old fashioned truck with a modern coat of light gray paint park beside Rachel’s car just seconds after they arrived. Exiting his vehicle, the figure with dark gray boots steps onto the ground, the strings from his worn down light blue jeans almost getting caught on one of the door’s hooks. With minimal effort, the figure slips a note into the space between the passenger’s side door and the window. Returning to his vehicle, the figure pulls out of the lot and drives off, leaving the folded paper sticking out, sturdy enough to keep from being effected by the gust of wind that ruffles through the trees around it. | “Vic, wake up!” Scarlett shouts, her body being forced into the seat by the air pressure of the cabin as the plane slowly breaks apart, splitting open at different sections of its body. In a matter of life or death, the auto pilot on Scarlett kicks in, prompting her to place her feet firmly to the floor and beginning pushing upwards. Fighting her seatbelt for position, Scarlett grabs onto the head of her seat and pulls, trying to get enough leverage to combat against the velocity. Her teeth pressed together harder than they ever had been before, Scarlett decides this is the best opportunity she is going to be afforded and makes the move she’s been setting up for. “Wake up!” Scarlett shouts, taking one foot off the floor and kicking Vic directly in the face with it before being forced back into her seat. Looking back, Scarlett finds Vic still unconscious as the sound of the engines giving out begins to fill the air. With a growl, Scarlett clenches at the arm rests with extreme force and bursts into another rage, her hair glowing once again, and her grip on the sides of the chair beginning to crush them. Lunging forward, Scarlett easily snaps out of the seatbelt and takes the seat in front of her clean out of the ground, throwing it across the cabin as it unnaturally explodes into thousands of pieces against the divider. No longer burdened by the increasing velocity, Scarlett strolls over to Vic and lifts her from her seat, throwing her against the cabin walls in an effort to awaken her. Unaware of just how much strength she has at her disposal, the attempted forced return into the realm above sends Vic crashing through the side of the cabin, ripping another massive hole in the interior and quickening the plane’s descent. Within moments, the engines completely turn off, losing power as the plane is amidst a forced nose dive, effectively placing the metaphorical tombstone on the already prepared grave. Having given up on any other course of action, Scarlett looks to the end of the cabin ahead and watches it seperate from the remainder of the planes body, the ocean ahead zipping closer into view. Meeting the surface halfway, Scarlett becomes engulfed with the waters rushing through the planes body as it burrows deeper into the drink. As the cold waters run against Scarlett’s face, the matter of the realm beyond splits her existence apart and returns it to the replica Baton Rouge streets. Touching her hands, arms, torso and face, Scarlett finds herself to be perfectly fine, safely returned to the simulated world unharmed and alone. After a few seconds, Vic appears from the sky, dropping from a tear in the realm and crashing into the asphalt below. “Fucking shit!” Vic shouts as she falls, the sound of the asphalt breaking her fall sounding like a metal hammer being taken to freshly-laid bricks. Stretching her arms out as if the asphalt beneath her were a cushion, Vic tilts her head back and groans at what she finds around her. “What the fuck was that about?” Scarlett asks, continuing to prod at Vic for answers as her friend emerges from her roadway coffin. “Seriously, what was that?” Scarlett continues, listening to a disappointed Vic suggest that surprising Scarlett with such an issue would force her into a nightmare. “Well, guess what?” Scarlett asks, Vic cutting her off to assure her that she’s well aware that it didn’t work. “What do we do now?” Scarlett shouts, her question being raised just before Esotera pops in, poking fun at the hole in the ground before addressing the more dire concern. “I know Massaro gave you three choices when you spoke to him earlier” Esotera begins, hurrying towards the bridge just a few blocks away as the girls follow. “But there’s more to one of those ways than just what he mentioned” the guide furthers, assuring the girls that the system can be cheated. “Just like come can do in the realm above, we can do in the realm below” Esotera proclaims, “they descend into the realm, you can ascend out of it.” Looking towards each other with confusion, Scarlett and Vic piece together the ways in which that’s possible until the lightbulb in Vic’s head suddenly flickers on. “Levitating?” Vic asks on, watching Esotera stop and turn towards her, invested in this new line of possibility. “You mean, you both levitate out of here?” Esotera asks, watching Vic concentrate on the ground beneath her before slowly lifting off of it much as she had in the walkway when alone. “When were you gonna tell me that you learned that?” Scarlett asks, Vic telling her that it just happened and she didn’t really think about it much. “The realm is putting its trust in you” Esotera exclaims, “great work, Vic.” Lifting herself off the ground with slightly more effort, Scarlett asks what happens now that they’ve got another tool at their disposal. “Well, what I was going to say was that there is a law to the realm beyond’s nature in what is and is not plausible in inter-realm connection” Esotera concludes. “Just like the five disasters, the laws of nature guide what the realm is willing to allow. If you can descend into and ascend out of, there needs to be a specific place to do so.” “So where is this specific place?” Vic asks, watching Esotera glance across the bridge at one building, unnecessary to point out with it needing no introduction, towering over the rest of the city like a traditional evil lair. “No matter what form the realm takees, there will always be one outlier above them all” Esotera states, “the central tower is the line of connection where the realm of reality and the realm beyond meet consistently.” “Why didn’t you say something about this earlier?” Scarlett asks, Esotera glancing towards her with concern. “Because getting to the top isn’t as cut and dry as just taking an elevator” the woman responds, pointing out the glowing red lights surrounding the building. “The building has keepers” Esotera says, looking at the girls and informing them that they will not rest at keeping those that do not belong unless their hand is forced. “So we just scale the side of the building then” Scarlett says, “bypass it all and float inside.” Shaking her head, Esotera points towards the very top of the structure, its abrupt end being the maximum height of the realm itself. “The connection is inside” the guiding light states, “the only way to get there is to go through it.” Nodding, Vic acknowledges the realm’s superiority over them. “It brought us here for a reason, it’s not going to lax the rules just because we ask it to” the confident girl proclaims, “we’re not smarter than it… So we have to be stronger.” Nodding, Esotera wishes both girls luck before vanishing into the thin atmosphere, leaving Scarlett and Vic to go about the business they need to tend to. “Are you ready?” Vic asks, turning towards Scarlett, whose face lights up with a smile as the pair begin the final steps in their return to the realm above. | “We’re always gonna be in danger, Jared” Rachel explains, putting her signature to the bill as she informs the man that their relation to Scarlett will always make them ‘in-depth’ sources. “Well maybe that’s the reason this person’s targeting us!” Jared retorts, “maybe we share information that no one else does and that makes us a threat to them.” Shaking her head and wiping her mouth, Rachel tells Jared that she’s worried he’s beginning to read too far into this. “No, you’re not reading into this enough” Jared responds, Rachel being unphased at the confidence in his statement, “have you wondered who shot her dad in the first place?” The most recent statement being made catching her like a fly ball in an outfielders mit, Rachel looks at Jared with widened eyes. “I’ve thought about that every second since it happened” Rachel responds, “but I’m not about to assume the same person responsible wants me dead too.” “What if they are?” Jared asks, making it clear that he understands the need for optimism, but isn’t about to put his chips in the center of the table on this bet. “This wasn’t a murder for the sake of murder, even people angry at Scarlett wouldn’t have wanted her dad dead” Jared replies, “there’s motives here that we play into just like he did.” Slamming her palms on the table, Rachel smiles at the few patrons of the diner as the silverware stops rattling. “I’m not gonna buy into being a name on some random persons hitlist” Rachel says, making it clear to Jared that she’s not going to let her life be dictated by fear. “How much of that life do you have left?” Jared asks, watching Rachel climb out of the booth and give him a cold stare. “Whatever life I’ve got left will not be spent fearing someone that wants exactly that” Rachel concludes, taking her purse and walking out of the restaurant with it. As they climb down the stairs, they spot officers waiting for them, their cars parked right beside hers. “Ms. Endrue” Sheriff West calls out, standing with a notepad in his hand alone, having been in the middle of writing Rachel a note and placing it beneath her windshield wiper. “Leaving school early isn’t a crime” Rachel says, “at least not in Louisiana.” With a smile, West nods in agreement, admitting that as the reason he was waiting for her. “I still wanted to come down here and check in on you” West explains, “I’ve already heard plenty of chatter about what happened at the school.” Slowing her walk towards him, Rachel sarcastically thanks him for the effort. “I may not legally be an adult, but I can still take care of myself” Rachel replies, Sheriff West refusing to doubt that. “Victoria had been living on her own for years” West acknowledges, “it’s not a concept out of the realm of possibility.” “So why are you still here?” the girl asks, “we spent a pretty long time in there for a reason.” As Jared walks around to his door, West goes from his lean against the hood of his own car and approaches Rachel with a ticket, his personal number on it. Without a second thought, Rachel crumples it up and tosses it to the side, amusing West even more. “Just because you can look after yourself doesn’t mean you should have to” the sheriff states, jotting his number down again. Leaning towards the girls ear, West whispers in order to make sure Jared doesn’t overhear the words being shared. “I know you found the note Scarlett left you” West states, validating its authenticity. “It was the main thing she negotiated when she convinced me to let her and Victoria restart their lives elsewhere” the man concludes, watching Rachel’s expression shift into one of surprise. “She saw you as the one person, other than her parents, that had always been there for her no matter what” the man continues, “she wanted you to be the one with the power of knowing what no one else did.” Looking at him, Rachel asks why that’s so important to bring up now, in the middle of a diner parking lot of all places. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s what the guy trying to scare her friends is looking for” West concludes, admitting that he’s been hiding the true motive from investigators. “They’re trying to fit pieces where they don’t fit” West explains, “and even if they don’t know that you’re the one with the answers, they’ll keep fighting until they do.” With a deep breath, Rachel thanks West for the new side of the case before he rips a note from his pad and hands it to her again. “It’s the number to a burner phone I’ve got” West says, “the only people I want you telling about this conversation are the people you’ve shared your info with.” Taking it and folding it, Rachel places the paper in her pocket and thanks him again. Before departing, West makes the suggestion to Rachel that she inform someone else of what she knows soon, just to make sure the truth doesn’t disappear in the event that this vigilante catches up to her. “Just be careful” West concludes, returning to his car and pulling out of the lot, returning to the road as Rachel climbs into her car. Before she can put the keys in the ignition, Rachel finds Jared holding a folded piece of paper out to her, informing her of where he found it. Opening it up, Rachel reads aloud the message written in faded black ink. In brief words, the message declares that the individual guilty of the vandalism at the school is also one of the few to be aware of secrets being kept by those closest to Scarlett. In brief, the figure threatens to eliminate whichever individual he finds to be guilty of withholding this information, killing off any false information at the root. “What is this guy talking about?” Jared asks, watching Rachel stare up at her front window and turn the car on, brushing it off as yet another poorly performed scare tactic. | In Scarlett and Vic’s simulated downtown Baton Rouge of the realm beyond, a pit for off in the near-outskirts of the platform, a rip appears in the middle of the very bottom. The hole, with the bottom being surrounded by sides reaching miles high, begins to glow a bright orange, and the coin-sized slot in the bottom begins to crack open like a cracking egg. Emerging from within are three figures draped in a sleek gray, two unnamed bald men and the mysterious flight attendant with the same “Suzie” nameplate sported on her left shoulder. Looking up at the mountainous crater they finds themselves in the depths of, the trio leave their feet and slowly ascend to the surface, leaving the bright orange split to close up, allowing them to invade Scarlett and Vic’s world with ease, nothing more than red skies above in their sights. | Approaching the front door, Scarlett and Vic feel the ground shake beneath their feet, their legs trembling as the plane’s floor in the realm of reality begins to provide insight to the plane’s health. “We’ve gotta move quickly!” Scarlett shouts, pulling the doors open and leading Vic inside, where they are greeted by the same aggravating beast that plagued their initial doctrination into the realm beyond. Running in the opposite direction of Scarlett, Vic notices the beast offering her his attention. “Alright, bring it on” Vic declares, welcoming the beast’s next action, taking the form of a swipe at her, his claws crashing into the ground at the same time as the plane jolts, rocking the building from both realms. From behind, Scarlett shatters a coffee table and uses her telekinesis to lift up a sharp glass shard. “Hey bastard!” Scarlett shouts, watching the beast’s face turn towards her before burying the shard in its right eye, causing it to howl in pain. Now with the beasts back turned to her, Vic levitates into the air and throws herself at its heel, taking its leg out as Scarlett buries a second shard into its left eye. Now blind, the beast wildly swings at whatever direction it chooses to, shattering anything other than the girls. Now stood together the girls reach for the glass pieces and use their powers to bury them further in its head, digging further in until the glasses penetrates brain, killing the beast, allowing it to drop with a resounding thud. The plane in the realm above continuing to jolt, the realm beyond’s ground begins quaking again, forcing the girls to be thrown from one side to the next, though unable to impede their progress further than that. Running to where the stairs would normally be located, the girls find a massive well reaching the entire way up. “Learning really does pay off” Scarlett exclaims, joining Vic as they ascend into the air, flying upwards until the well begins to flash with a brilliant red much as it had done before. Above, a beast drops from the very top of the building, shooting down the well as the girls quickly fly upwards. “Wait until the last second!” Scarlett shouts, the speed of their ascent increasing as they play chicken with the massive figure cratering towards them. Taking each other’s hand, the girls zip out of the well at the final possible opportunity as the beast splatters against the ground, leaving Scarlett and Vic to pop into a familiar office space. “Get ready for the swarm” Vic instructs, her warning being vocalized just as the malformed dwellers spill out of tiny little rooms at every direction. Levitating once more, Scarlett and Vic pull whatever they can and throw it at the swarm, at points even taking dead members of the swarm and throwing their corpses back at them. “Crater!” Vic shouts, she and Scarlett plummeting into the ground and striking it on cue, jolting the floor and wiping out any member of the swarm that had already spilled into the space. Now on the ground again, the ground shifts and sends the girls flying in each direction, Vic being the one to fall into the glass and create a massive crack through it. Despite the inconvenience, Scarlett and Vic return to the fight, sending bursts of energy pulsating throughout the room, dropping whatever dwellers are within eyesight. Suddenly, another jolt from the realm above shakes the ground, sending the girls flying apart again. Hitting the widows once more, Vic notices the crack getting bigger, unable to withstand another crash without shattering. Returning to the battle, Vic brushes off the immediate danger, unaware of Scarlett taking specific interest in what happens upon a third quake. Looking to send off another shockwave, Vic pulls her arms back and takes her stance, locking her sights on the swarm just ahead of her. Ready to send it off, Vic feels her feet dance upon the ground as the third quake hits, sending her into the window, causing it to shatter. Feeling the chips of glass on her back, Vic prepares to plummet back to the ground, her hand being taken by Scarlett at the last second, leaving her dangling out of the window as Scarlett keeps the fight going. Angered at the continuous jolts throwing her off, Scarlett begins fuming, the anger eventually beginning to consume her. Her hair returning to a bright, golden glow, Scarlett forcefully bends the air as if she were god herself, downing the remainder of the swarm as Vic watches from her less-than-comforting position. Catching her breath, Scarlett comes down from her rage and her hair returns to normal as she glances at Vic, still hanging on tight. Pulling her back in, Scarlett hurries into the depths of the room, finding a stairwell with yet another lack of steps. Ascending higher, the girls notice the blank, empty concrete walls end with one small doorway, the dark rectangle sticking out like a sore thumb in the bland coat of paint. Entering, the girls are greeted with a dark room only lit by torches burning with a red flame, the decour all a matching matte black. In the center of the room, the ceiling serves host to a hole, the picture of their perspectives of the doomed flight the only thing contained within it. “It’s right the-” Scarlett begins, walking towards it before being sent flying into the wall, flattening against it on impact as Vic leaps back. From around the corner, a mystifying figure covered in ash and glowing a dark, menacing red glances towards her, ready to take her on next. Stretching his hand out, the figure shoots a bright red ball of energy towards her, missing her by inches as she rolls her way behind the cover of a granite support column. Forced to dodge further oncoming bursts of energy, Vic slides and leaps beneath and behind whatever she can find, waiting for the single opportunity to make a run for the connection. Its sights set on Vic, the commanding figure fails to notice Scarlett climbing to her feet, allowing her to throw him against the wall opposite her, which he easily bounces off of, landing on his feet before throwing her against the wall with another ball of light. Enamored with the reaction, Vic begins altering her strategy, viewing the figure as unbeatable, thus causing the new goal to simply become reaching the connection. Calling for her friend, Vic tells her to aim at his head before lunging forward, taking cover behind a marble block as another ball of dreaded energy completely wipes out the granite column. Glancing around the side of the block, Vic watches Scarlett stand up and take aim. Taking a chunk of the granite into the air, Scarlett brains the volcanic figure, setting up the assist for Vic to swipe at him, sending him flying through the wall and cratering to the ground outside. No longer in immediate danger of being eviscerated, Vic and Scarlett chuckle as they catch their breath, amused at having pulled off what they consider to be an upset against the keeper of the realm itself. Climbing to her feet, Vic stumbles towards the middle of the room until it begins buzzing again, her instincts instructing her to turn around. As she glances back, Vic spots the volcanic keeper hovering back to the massive gap in the wall, charging up another shot, aimed at a coverless Vic, simply stood there waiting for the inevitable to strike. Completely turned around, Vic watches Scarlett rush to the gap and leap towards the figure latching onto it as the energy is shot. Sent back by the woman sacrificing herself in such a daring fashion, the figure’s aim is thrown off dramatically, the flashing ball of energy being shot into the connection itself as Vic watches both Scarlett and the figure disappear from her view. Not wasting a moment more, Vic runs for the center of the room and leaps, shooting through the connection and finally waking up in the realm of reality. As she emerges, Victoria watches the energy ball crash into the end of the cabin, immediately splitting the plane in two, with Victoria’s cabin being left to the elements. The cabin now full of screaming passengers, Victoria pulls her hand back and slaps Scarlett in the face, jolting her from her sleep as the cabin turns downwards. Unlatching themselves from their seats, Victoria and Scarlett pull themselves forward as they watch the ocean come into view. Forced against the back of the seats in front of them, Victoria and Scarlett watch the water approach just as it had in Scarlett’s vision of the events back in the realm beyond. Most passengers having lost consciousness from the altitude, the only soundtrack to their plummet back to earth comes in the form of the winds whipping past their ears as their doom inches closer. With the end in sight, the girls fight past the force of the plane with their eyes sealed shut, no longer able to handle the wind flying into them at such great speeds. Losing their grip on the head of the seats now acting as the only things keeping them held back, the girls relinquish their grip and lunge their arms forward, their hands thrusting down in an effort to reclaim their hold on the cushions. At that moment, a pulsating burst of energy flies from their hands, engulfing the broken body of the plane and bringing it to a complete and sudden stop. With the wind suddenly no longer forcing them backwards, and the plan now totally suspended in mid air, the girls wrap themselves over the seats before falling backwards. Opening their eyes, the girls look towards each other in shock, the chaos having ended and their lives seemingly no longer in danger. The tube at a ninety-degree angle, the girls lay facing each other, their bodies being supported by the back of the chairs below them. Silent, not saying a word to each other, the girls slowly reach up to the top of the seat and glance down, their jaws dropping at the sight. Below, the ripping ocean waves act just as they should, and the metal body of the plane remains hovering above, suspended in midair, completely frozen in time. Looking around the cabin, both the conscious and unconscious souls aboard remain frozen in time as well, only furthering the puzzling nature of what the girls are witness to. Out of their window, Scarlett and Vic watch the nose of the plane crater into the ocean nearly a mile out, the effects of which are shown in the violent waves directly beneath them. More shocked in this very moment than they ever have been in their lives, the girls stare blankly out into the waves below. “Esotera!?” Scarlett calls out, no response coming from out of thin air, confirming to the girls that, despite having their powers, they are within the realm of reality. Directing their sights from each other to the waves below, the girls struggle to convince themselves that their assumptions of what’s going on are true. “Should we-?” Scarlett begins, looking for a question to ask before failing to find one befitting to what they find themselves at the center of. “We should go” Victoria replies, shakily propping herself up on the chairs as Scarlett does the same. With a deep breath, the girls look towards each other and nod, taking one step off of the seats to find themselves levitating, able to walk on the air as if there was an invisible platform beneath them. Unable to say anything other than making belated gasps and shocked awes, the girls lower themselves out of the tube and hover over the waves to a nearby island. Reaching the shoreline, the girls plant their feet into the wet sands, feeling the gusts of the real world’s winds brushing through their hair as their new reality begins to settle in. As they lift their hands to their mouths, the plane’s cabin snaps from its effect, plummeting at its prior speed into the waters below, disappearing beneath the surface as the girls teleport further onto the island to evade the sudden rushing current. After a few minutes, the waters still, and the dawning of the sheer loss of life they had just witnessed clashes with the alteration of their new reality. The air calms, the waves return to a normal speed and the only remnants of the flight remaining are the seats and luggage of the fallen passengers. Still partially in awe, the girls slowly take a seat in the sands and place their chins to their knees, staring into the tragedy-filled night in wonder, horror, amazement, and bewilderment.
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“Ms. Endure” the English teacher calls out, watching Rachel enter her classroom nearly twenty minutes after class had already begun. “You’re wanted in the principal’s office” the teacher calls out, instructing the girl not to return to class without a slip expunging her tardiness from the record. Watching the girl walk away from the classroom without a word in response, Jared raises his hand and asks for permission to use the restroom.
“You’ll have to wait until after the presentation, Jared” the teacher replies, attempting to begin once more before noticing Jared pulling his bag over his shoulder and aim for the door. “I didn’t give you permission, Jared” the teacher says, “Return to your seat.” With his eyebrows raised, Jared continues walking up to the teacher before reminding her that the request is only formal. “You don’t have the right legally to keep me from using the bathroom” Jared replies, walking through the door. Calling out for the girl walking at a sloth-like pace, Jared catches up to her, not having much trouble with Rachel having assumed it was already too late to pick up the pace. “Jared, can you please fuck off?” Rachel asks, her eyes rolling when the boy asks when she’ll forgive him. “This isn’t a church state, Jared… I don’t have to forgive you if I don’t want to” Rachel replies, genuinely exhausted from having to deal with everything already hitting her at once. “Have you heard from Scarlett yet?” Jared asks, watching Rachel stop and turn to him, looking at him as if he were the dumbest student in the school. “For a start, she’s outrunning murder charges, she doesn’t have time to stop and chat” Rachel replies, “And at that, if I did, I’d be an accessory to murder, so I wouldn’t tell you even if I did.” “Rachel, I did a really fucking dumb thing, I’m not gonna deny it” Jared says, “But just because I’m an asshole, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna turn you into the cops!” Turning around again, Rachel admits that she doesn’t trust Jared one way or another, and she’s certainly not going to change her mind because of his persistence. “I’ve got enough to deal with, so go the fuck away before I fucking drop you!” Rachel concludes, turning the corner as Jared simply stops following. “Please, take a seat” the principal directs, sitting against the front of his desk as Rachel finds her spot in the soft chair opposite him. “Ms. Endrue, I’m afraid I have to share some, well, rather unfortunate news with you” the man acknowledges, watching Rachel’s eyes drop, almost as if she already knew this was coming, and was simply dreading it being broken. “I’m afraid Scarlett was involved in a shootout with the police early this morning.” The first line setting up for the climax, with Rachel biting her lip in expectation for the crescendo. “I’m very sorry, especially with everything that you’ve been going through as of late, but I’ve been told to make you aware that she was shot and killed in the process.” A blank stare at the window just off to the side, Rachel bites her finger and wipes away a tear before it could start rolling down her cheek. “Is that all?” Rachel asks, the principal caught off guard by her response, seemingly treating it like a minor inconvenience, threatening her ability to get back to class. “Um, well, I would-” the man begins, stammering over what to say next at the peculiar response. “I’d like to get to class before I miss anything else” Rachel replies, the principal silently nodding and stretching his hand towards the exit. Walking through the office door, Rachel stops the secretary from informing her of where the guidance counselor’s office is by taking her tardy slip and nonchalantly leaving through the front door. Wandering through the empty halls, Rachel stops at her locker and reaches for the dial, holding back a few sobs as she tries to remain composed, placing in her combination and opening the large metal plate. As the door swings open, a folded paper falls to her feet, the corner of a polaroid poking through the fold in the paper. Reaching to the ground, Rachel picks up the note and pulls the photo from it, revealing a shot of both Scarlett and Victoria with their fingers pressed against their lips, and the date and specific time written in green sharpie below. Looking around, Rachel hides the polaroid in a random notebook and unfolds the note, reading every line written. Directing her not to believe everything that the police announce, Scarlett writes for Rachel in appreciation for everything she did for her as her friend, and puts her trust in Rachel to make an important call. Scarlett informs Rachel that the police will announce a time and date of when the pair were supposedly killed, and that it is all nothing more than show. Scarlett then gives Rachel the keys to the truth, telling her to share this revelation with whomever she trusts to keep it secret. Closing off the note, Scarlett tells Rachel that she is unable to return to Praireville due to an agreement made with police, and wants to use this as her ‘thank you’ for always being there for her. Folding the note back up, Rachel pulls the polaroid out one final time and smiles, gently placing the two pieces of crucial evidence together before tucking them in a pocket of her bag. With a smile, Rachel closes her locker and returns to class as the loudspeaker requests everyone’s attention. = Dream Sequence is created by Zachary Serra, all rights to the series belong to Zachary Serra and the entity of Pacer1 Media from the start of Season 1 onwards = “Thank you!” Victoria replies, exiting alongside Scarlett having traded in the Hawaii tickets for an earlier trip to the Maldives, setting their final course of action into effect. “Alright” Victoria says, taking in a deep breath and turning to Scarlett, “here we go.” Giving each other a thumbs up, Scarlett pulls onto the main street and drives for the airport, ready to leave Praireville behind once and for all. After a few hours, the car parks in the airport parking lot and the girls prepare for one final return to the realm beyond before they board their flights. “Where to first?” Vic asks, watching Scarlett aim for the elevators without a second thought, aiming to get a look at what lies behind the double doors for herself. On the floor of her choice, Scarlett leads Vic to the hall of the faceless and shakes off the nerves, pulling the doors open to a massive surprise. Setting one foot in, Scarlett immediately pulls it back out, looking into a sea of nothing but night sky and bright stars. Pulling her friend back, Vic looks on at the sights before her and stares on in confusion, peering through the door and looking down from her position. A few miles below resides a restless ocean, waves ripping with authority and no more land than a small island a few thousand feet out. “What the hell is this?” Scarlett asks, her answer being met with a rephrased question asking the same thing. “What’s going on here?” Esotera asks, joining the two girls in the doorway of the steady drop into the merciless ocean. “We wouldn’t have brought you here if we already knew” Scarlett replies, looking around at what rests in front of her, finding that it truly is nothing but the starry night sky. “Do we jump in?” Vic asks, her idea immediately shot down by Esotera, who suggests that there is something more than off about this anomaly. “What do you mean by ‘off’?” Scarlett asks, “isn’t the realm beyond protected by being, I mean, a completely different reality?” Poking her hand through the doorway, Esotera notices it disappear, reappearing when it’s pulled back as if the doorway were a portal to somewhere else. Confirming Scarlett’s suspicions, Esotera furthers the point by reminding Scarlett that any realm has its faults in reality, with the realm beyond being no different. Poking and pulling her hand through the doorway a second time, a realization dawns over Esotera, and her eyes shoot open as if she felt a series of shivers running down her back. “That’s not the realm beyond” Esotera replies, capturing the attention of Scarlett and Vic without having to try. “That’s the realm of reality” Esotera continues, the eyes of both Vic and Scarlett shooting open as well, staring back and forth between Esotera and the night of their world above. “So, wait a second-” Vic begins, smiling as Scarlett does the opposite, peering through the doorway again and asking how that’s even possible. “It’s the backdoor I told you about” Esotera replies, Scarlett and Vic looking to each other and recalling their first conversation with her. “How the front entrance to the realm beyond was in their sleep, but the back entrances that hadn’t been seen before were elsewhere” Scarlett concludes. “So this can actually be seen in the realm of reality?” Vic asks, Esotera’s insistence that both realities can be seen within each other’s opening an entire new world of possibilities to be had. Before long, the light above in the skylight begins turning dark gray, hosting the same effects as the red ‘beast alert’ lights. Within moments, the ground begins rumbling, and the girls are thrown off balance, falling away from the door and dropping the ground with their eyes still glued on the split in realms. Laying there, the girls watch a ball of fire plummet past their door, prompting them to hurry back in time to watch it collide with the water and practically disintegrate upon impact. “What the fuck was that!?” Scarlett asks in a rush before she is flung back by the impact of the doors bolting closed. “Do I have to fucking ask again?” Scarlett shouts, running towards the doors and pulling them open to reveal the hall of the faceless, untouched as if it had never moved in the first place. “It appears to have been some sort of meteorite” Esotera remarks, disappearing with the assurance that she’ll look into whatever she can find to explain it. Entering the hall, Vic leads Scarlett to the backdoor, which slams shut as they come within inches of its handles. Taken aback by the realm beyond’s display, Vic tugs at the handles, pulling with as much force as she can muster without result. “I thought we were past this” Vic says, leaving Scarlett to try and open the doors as she looks out towards the faceless going about their day as per usual. “Something’s off about all of this” Vic states, walking up to the desk of one of the faceless and opening the drawer, which the figure instinctively closes without hesitation. Opening the drawer again, the figure slams the compartment shut once more, continuing to block Vic from viewing the contents within once more. Storming towards the figure, Scarlett opens the drawer and stops the figure’s hand as it reaches for it, pulling the faceless from its seat and hurling it across the hall, crushing it against the wall. Reacting to this, the figures leap from their desks and stare at the figures corpse before looking towards his desk. “What the fuck are you thinking Scar?” Vic calls out, watching Scarlett reach into the drawer and retrieve a folder, opening it on the figure’s desk. Finding nothing more than a few blank pieces of paper, Scarlett throws the folder across the room, hitting one of the many figures in the head with it, killing it on impact. Having witnessed this, the figures go into an uproar, mumbling in terror as they all hurry for the exits. Not willing to let this confusing battle slide without repercussion, Scarlett forces the doors shut and traps the figures in the room, holding them hostage without them even being aware of it. “Scarlett, calm it the fuck down!” Vic shouts, watching the girl’s hair begin to slowly glow once more as the figures scramble over each other, trying to break windows in order to reach safety. “Scarlett, stop!” Vic shouts again, watching the girl continue to refuse to obey the order. Not willing to risk getting on the bad side of the realm beyond, Vic pulls her service weapon up and fires a round into Scarlett’s head, returning her into the realm of reality. As Scarlett’s body drops in the realm beyond, the air returns to normal, and the figures all return to work as if nothing had happened. More importantly, the double doors at the back of the hall burst open, welcoming whomever chooses to enter with metaphorical open arms. As she squints her eyes at the messages the realm beyond is trying to get her to understand, the realm begins to violently shake, only Vic feeling the effects as the remainder of the hall remains untouched. Before long, Vic puts the weapon to her head and pulls the trigger, returning to the realm of reality, where she is met by an aggravated Scarlett, demanding to know why Vic took her out. “You were gonna kill the whole lot of them!” Victoria replies, demanding to know why Scarlett went crazy. “Just… Forget about it!” Scarlett replies, unbuckling her seatbelt as Victoria refuses to let it slide. “This is the second time you acted up like that, fuckin’ explain yourself!” Victoria shouts, the lack of response resulting from Scarlett exiting the vehicle and walking off the airport entrance. “S!” Victoria shouts, not wanting to scream Scarlett’s full name in public, earning zero response. Groaning, Victoria pulls both her bag and Scarlett’s out of the trunk and hurries after the girl, rushing across the parking lot to enter the building together. | “I’d like you to leave my house” Nora says, Sheriff West holding his hands out and trying to explain to Nora why they had no other choice, only to be escorted towards the front door by an angered mother. “You’ve killed my family, get the fuck out of my house!” Nora shouts, pointing towards the door as West leaves in defeat. “Nora, I need you to breathe” Mary asks, her hand being slapped away from Nora’s shoulder as the widowed mother of a dead girl refuses. “He’s killed my family, I will not calm down!” Nora shouts, the sound of the door closing behind Sheriff West only adding to her rage. “My family is gone, I have every reason to want someone to pay!” Nora screams, quickly glancing around the foyer of her home before walking upstairs. “Nora, please stop” Mary asks, her husband following her up the stairs as they chase after Nora, who aims for her bedroom and locks the door behind her. “Nora, unlock the door” Mary asks, lightly knocking as the sound of gear beng picked up becomes the sole thing audible on the other end. After a few moments, the door swings open again, and Nora emerges from her room with two suitcases, walking past Mary and Blake on her way to the front door. “Nora, what are you doing?” Mary asks, trying to put aside her wishes for Nora to calm down, knowing those requests to only further the already blistering anger. Calling after the woman, Mary follows her through the front door and watches her pack her bags into the backseat. As she opens the door to the driver’s side, Nora watches Mary run around to the opposite end, taking a seat on the passenger’s side. “Get the fuck out, Mary” Nora demands, angrily watching Mary buckle her seatbelt. “Mary, I wont fucking tell you again!” Nora shouts, “Get the fuck out!” “I’m not letting you leave here” Mary replies, watching the pain in Nora’s heart temporarily be overtaken by the anger of the sky crashing down on her entire life. “There’s no reason for me to be here, Mary” Nora replies, her anger getting the better of her, clouding her judgment or any thought that doesn’t pertain to her massacred family. “My husband is dead, my daughter is dead and there’s nothing left here for me!” Nora shouts, Mary being unable to respond to that hard truth. “This town can kiss my ass, I’m not giving it any more of my time!” Nora shouts, demanding that Mary get out of the car one final time. “I’m not leaving” Mary replies, watching Nora reach around her seat and open a box just below it. “What are you-” Mary begins, cut off when she watches Nora pull a gun from a metal box around and point it at her face. “Get out of the fucking car, Mary!” Nora shouts, watching the woman’s lip quiver as the fear keeps her from being able to respond. Her hands in the air, Mary reaches for the door’s latch as Nora makes the demand one final time, exiting the vehicle and watching the door swing to a close as Nora backs out of the driveway. “What the hell was that?” Blake shouts, no response coming before the squealing tires accompany the car down the road, completely abandoning the city that took her family and eviscerated it from inside. | “Alright, that’s class!” the young female teacher declares, requesting the class read the next two chapters of their biology textbook for homework. “Rachel, can I speak to you for a second?” the woman asks, pulling a seat up beside her desk for Rachel to have a seat. “I didn’t get to ask before class started” the woman with ‘Mrs. Ludgate’ plastered on a name plate at the front of her desk asks, Rachel shaking her head and replying with a simple “I’m fine.” Folding her hands, Ludgate asks Rachel if she’s only telling her what she wants to hear, with Rachel insisting that she’s exactly as she says. “Would you blame me if I thought you really weren’t fine?” Ludgate asks, watching Rachel lean back in her seat and reply with another simple “Yes.” Puckering her lips, obviously not having anticipated that brash answer, Ludgate asks Rachel to explain to her why she believes herself to be fine. “Are you my guidance counselor all of a sudden?” Rachel asks, having heard enough of the generic “How’re you doing?” question without being halfway done with the day. “I’m not interested in the pity from everyone, can’t we just call it a day and get back to work?” Surprised by Rachel’s hesitance to dwell on the loss even people indifferent to Scarlett were taking to heart, Ludgate asks Rachel what she truly thinks of everything that’s occurred. “I think shit happens to good people and it’s completely unfair” Rachel responds, “But I’m not gonna sit around grieving for someone when I know more than everyone else does.” With that statement, Rachel picks up her books and walks towards the front door, brushing off Ludgate’s questions of what she is referring to. “Mrs. Ludgate, I appreciate the concern” Rachel begins, placing her door on the handle and opening it. “But I know more than everything else does, and that’s more than enough to comfort me through all of this” Rachel concludes, “Have a wonderful afternoon.” With that, the girl walks through the door and enters the hallway just as the other students disperse to their next class. Suddenly, despite feeling like she’s outrun the trouble of everyone’s half-hearted sympathy, Rachel groans as a familiar voice calls for her to wait up. “Jared, can you fuck the hell off?” Rachel shouts, “I’m getting sick of this bullshit!” Rushing up to her and tapping her arm, Jared tells Rachel that there’s something she needs to see. “Seriously, I wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t urgent!” Jared says, watching Rachel glance confusingly at the main entrance, where she watches a horde of student spill onto the front grounds of the building. “This way!” Jared says, taking Rachel’s hand and guiding her up a flight of stairs before spilling onto the roof and hurrying up to the edge. Glancing down, Rachel realizes the reason for the sudden shift in the school’s manner. Watching teachers attempt to hurry students back into the building whilst custodians scrub away at white paint, Rachel reads aloud the message left to those associated with Victoria and Scarlett. “The sluts killed. Their friends will pay” is legible from the heavens above, sending the school into a frenzy as Rachel and Jared realize what this entails for them in specific. “We’ve gotta get out of here” Rachel says, putting aside her differences with Jared knowing how this ended with Al. “I don’t like you and we’re not friends” Rachel begins, “But you don’t deserve to die because of that, so let’s keep that in mind” as they race down the stairwell. | “Are you ready?” Scarlett asks, her left leg crossed over her right as her foot bounces in the air with a combination of anxiety and excitement. “I’m nervous” Victoria replies, one of the few times she’s ever admitted to being anything other than confident in what she’s doing. The surprise causing Scarlett’s leg to stop as the former blonde puts her hand on Victoria’s arm, reminding her that whatever they do, they do together. With a smile, Victoria places her hand over Scarlett’s and nods, looking on at their plane approaching the tunnel, preparing to let passengers board. “Not much time left to go” Scarlett mutters to herself, sucking in a breath as the loudspeaker announces that they will soon be letting passengers on. Having paid extra when exchanging the tickets, Victoria stands up and grabs her bag knowing they’ll be the first let on the plane. With the loudspeaker turning on again, the initial call is the signal for Victoria and Scarlett to begin approaching the small line. Moving at a decent pace, Scarlett looks around the airport as the line progresses before noticing something off to her side in the seating area of another flight. Near the front of the line now, Scarlett has no choice but to remain within it, locking eyes with the source of what originally stole her attention. Holding back tears, Scarlett and Victoria hand the woman stationed at the tunnel their tickets and are allowed to pass. Stopping for a second to pick up her bags, Scarlett smiles, nodding and waving goodbye at the other seating area before entering the tunnel, disappearing from the remainder of the airport. In the seating area, with a quivering lip, Nora sits with two bags by her side, a smile of pain appearing without her being able to find any words to say. Wiping away her tears, Nora’s smile breaks through as the lucky interaction between the two reserves her hope, allowing her to move on in life knowing her daughter is safe. The loudspeaker returning, the next flight to North Dakota allows Nora to board, leaving the fate of her daughter with whatever forces are in charge of it now. Disappearing into her tunnel, Nora departs Praireville ready to return to where it started, whilst her daughter departs it for what now begins. Taking their seat, Scarlett and Victoria look through the plane’s window at the tarmac just beyond, taking their final glance at Louisiana. “Care for a drink?” a voice asks from off to the side, belonging to a flight attendant with the name “Suzie” emblazoned across her badge. Asking politely for a water, Victoria chuckles when Scarlett requests a vodka cranberry, watching the attendant walk off as more people board. “Who the fuck drinks a vodka cranberry on a flight?” Victoria asks, the memories of worry-free humor coming back to her with Scarlett’s response. “Normal people that aren’t soft dweebs like you” the former blonde replies, smirking as Suzie quickly returns with the drinks set and ready. “Thank you very much” Victoria replies, clanking her bottle of water against Scarlett’s vodka cranberry glass. After a few minutes, the plane begins the process of takeoff, slowly beginning the process of departing the airport before eventually taking off and leaving Louisiana in the girls’ back window. “There it goes” Scarlett exclaims, bidding ado to her former life in favor of the new one that has officially begun. “You good?” Scarlett asks, yawning as Victoria wipes at her eyes, rapidly growing tired as the cabin lights dim. “I think I’m gonna doze off for a bit” Victoria replies, laughing about it as Scarlett starts feeling the start of a slumber coming on as well. Within minutes, the girls drift to sleep as the plane reaches it’s necessary altitude, leaving their drinks in the holders of their chairs. “Can I refill your-” Suzie asks, noticing the girls to have fallen asleep before cautiously taking their drinks to the attendant’s quarters. “Can you take th-” a random passenger asks, holding his glass up to Suzie, who completely ignores him and knocks the glass out of his hand. “What the hell, lady?” the man calls out, still earning no response from the woman, who returns to her quarters with the two cups still in hand. Once in the back, Suzie places the bottle in the garbage and the glass into a plastic bag, returning to the cabin with it before dropping it off with two random bald men. As Suzie passes, the man closest to the aisle holds up two fingers, brushing Suzie’s arm with it before he and his associate vanish into thin air. Continuing her walk, Suzie approaches the man whose glass she knocked away, taking note of him standing from his seat. “Sit down or I’ll end your life” Suzie says, keeping the man from speaking before shoving him back into his chair. At the back of the plane, Suzie turns a corner and vanishes as a pair of flight attendants walk out with the co-pilot, reporting to him of a situation they can’t quite explain. “She’s dressed just like us but she’s not on the crew list we got” one attendant says, referring to Suzie as a fake member of the crew. Back in the realm beyond, Scarlett and Vic venture through the building, calling for any new update from Esotera. “Backdoors usually present themselves at random intervals, but are host to a specific energy” Esotera explains, suggesting that the split between the two realms from earlier was not a split that occurred naturally. “Someone opened it?” Scarlett asks, her suggestion corrected into it being someone that caused it. “I think someone opened a random backdoor into the realm without knowing where it opened, either by accident or by dumb luck” Esotera explains, joining the girls in the hall of the faceless. “Hold up!” Vic shouts, pointing out the opened double doors at the back, running to them before they can shut. Running through, the trio enter the lengthy hallway as the doors close behind them, displaying the same appearance that Vic had seen prior. “What is this?” Esotera asks, questioned as to how she could not know. “I’ve never seen this place before” Estoera explains,following Vic down the corridor. “This is the train wreck” Vic says, stopping to point out the photo with their name engraved below it. “That’s the building collapse” Vic says, showing the same thing to the pair before being surprised to find a blank photo with their names engraved below it. “Am I the only one that notices the fact that we’re the only pair of names in here?” Scarlett asks, pointing out each photo having only one name engraved below it. “It’s probably nothing” Esotera says, quickly wanting to return the attention towards what Vic found. “Why does this say tragedy number four on it?” Vic asks, pointing to the plaque and wondering if this was for the attack that they had prevented earlier. “There’s two” Scarlett says, pointing out an identical set up across from the blank photo with the tragedy of the Baton Rouge attacks being featured on it. ‘Tragedy avoided’ is plastered below their nameplate, suggesting that the photo Vic questions is an entirely different tragedy all together. “But we stopped it, so we’re all good, right?” Vic asks, repeating the latter-most word as she looks towards Esotera for confirmation. “No” Esotera admits, informing the girls that the realm beyond never leaves something unfinished, and insisting that the fifth tragedy would be featured if it were stopped. “So we’ve got another tragedy to stop?” Vic asks, looking towards Esotera as the ground violently shakes from one side to the other, sending the girls crashing into the walls and knocking over photographs. “What the fuck is happening in here?” Scarlett shouts, looking towards Esotera. “I don’t have all the answers, girls!” Esotera replies, “I don’t know what’s going on!” Finally, the ground stops shaking, instead beginning to vibrate beneath their feet, and Vic looks towards Esotera for any explanation she can think of. Suddenly, Scarlett’s eyes widen, and the blonde makes a frenzy towards the doors, quickly followed by Vic and Esotera, who rush after her into the main center of the office. “Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?” Vic calls out, catching up to her friend at the bannister, overlooking the office center beneath the skylight where Scarlett finds what she had been expecting. “No shooting star!” Scarlett shouts, pointing to the sky as Vic and Esotera look at her, giving her the non-verbal cue to continue. “The shooting star was the fifth tragedy!” Scarlett shouts, only further confusing the pair. “How is the shooting star the-” Vic starts, cut off by Scarlett who replies that it isn’t a shooting star. “It was never a shooting star, it was a plane!” Scarlett shouts, watching the expressions of Vic and Esotera shift as they begin to follow the pattern Scarlett had pieced together. “The realm was trying to tell us what the fifth tragedy was! It was a plane crash!” Scarlett says eagerly, watching Vic look towards her with panic. “It’s the plane we’re on, isn’t it?” Vic asks, “that’s why the ground’s shaking?” Looking towards her friend, Scarlett nods, affirming the suspicions the realm had been attempting to warn them about. “We gotta go!” Vic shouts, pulling her service weapon out and firing it at her head, opening her eyes to find herself unharmed, still in the realm beyond. “What the-?” Vic begins, hearing Scarlett fail to return herself back to the plane as well. “Why isn’t it working?” Vic asks, continuing to fail to pull herself out of the realm beyond as Esotera comes across a much more worrying conclusion. “Did you drink anything before you came here?” the guide asks, gaining all the answers she needed from the look the pair give to each other. “You were drugged” Esotera proclaims, Vic and Scarlett stumbling onto the conclusion that the flight attendant trapped them in the realm. “You need to figure out another way out” Esotera says, flashing out with the intention of locating an alternative exit from the realm. “We can’t waste any time!” Vic shouts, leading Scarlett away from the center of the building. Back in the realm of reality, the unconscious bodies of Victoria and Scarlett remain fastened into their seats as the other passengers worry, informed that the plane’s engines have caught fire and are near failing. On the outside, smoke builds up in the engines of the right wing whilst fire rages out of the engines of the left wing. The metal tube continues flying out over the Gulf of Mexico, unable to turn around without losing the altitude required to keep from plummeting into the waters. Beneath a clear, starry night sky, the threat of the fifth and final tragedy looms over the coast of Louisiana, threatening to take Scarlett and Victoria down with it. “You know exactly how this is gonna work, Nelson” Sheriff West says, telling him to play it the way he would play anything else. “More important than what the truth happens to be, we have to maintain the integrity of this department. The only way we can go about doing that is if we can be trusted to get the job done, and clearly, this is gonna go a long way in helping that along, you understand me?” Patting the man on the back, West walks over to his subordinate, still dressed in street clothes.
“How’re we doing on that lead?” West asks, assured that they have visuals on the people of interest but are unable to intervene until they have a warrant in place. “Whatever happened to kicking the doors down and catching ‘em red handed?” West asks, planting his hands to his hips and walking to the side to light up his cigarette. “People complained too much about innocent people getting their doors kicked in” his partner replies, watching the eye roll from West say all he needed to. “Would you wanna have me bust your front door down in the middle of dinner with your family ‘cause I found an envelope that called you a terrorist?” the detective asks, his nametag reading ‘Blake’ reflecting the patrol cars headlights. “Knowing how well my aim is, I think you’d be the one worrying more in that case!” West replies, spitting out smoke into the air off to Blake’s side. “My point remains standing” Blake responds, snatching the cigarette out of West’s mouth and taking a puff off of it himself. “It’s not like I’m out for blood here, or wanna kick some skulls in… I just wanna stop people from blowin’ up my city. Is that too much to ask?” West says, taking the cigarette back. “It is when you wish to go about it unlawfully” Blake replies, watching another eye roll do West’s speaking on his behalf. Sitting back against his civilian vehicle, West looks up at the stars and notices a shooting star dancing across the sky with grace. “Make a wish, Blake” West says, “Maybe wish for a pair of balls with that dick of yours so you can actually treat a terrorist differently from a piss-happy dog.” Looking at the man with his head tilted to the side, Blake watches the shrug as West tells him it’s better to take him outside before he spews a puddle onto the floor. “My point is, we can’t be playing nice with these bastards or else this’ll all have been for nothing!” West continues, explaining to Blake that things can take turns if you let them keep driving ahead of you for too long. “We don’t want them slipping out in the middle of the night and force us to chase them into ground zero, Blake!” Sending West’s shrug back his way, Blake tells him that they can’t act on a whim unless they have a reason to believe the claims to be validated. “Of course they’re valid!” West shouts, with Blake matching West’s point with a point of his own, reminding him that this tip came from the words of two runaway teenagers that murdered an officer. “He was a pedo!” West replies, Blake extending his arms and shouting that it doesn’t matter. “In the eyes of the public, he died a hero at the hands of two evil teenagers with more freedom than they should have!” Blake says, watching West confidently look at him with a cheesy grin. “And if we let these bombers get out of our sights, they’ll also think we’re incompetant fools that can’t be trusted!” West replies, taking whatever Blake’s follow up was meant to be and silencing it. “We’re not gonna let them get away” Blake replies, tapping West’s chest with a folder and returning to the crime scene. With one last puff, West drops the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out, walking over to the taped-off area and taking a look for himself. Walking up to the scene itself, West inspects the newly-blackened Chevy Silverado with multiple bullet holes in the windshield. Climbing into the front seat, West sits in Victoria’s usual position, staring through the no longer road-ready windshield with his chin against the top of the steering wheel. “What did you know that I didn’t?” West asks himself, biting his lip as he collapses into the seat and remains there, his officers working on the scene as they always would. = Dream Sequence is created by Zachary Serra, all rights to the series belong to Zachary Serra and the entity of Pacer1 Media from the start of Season 1 onwards = -> Eight Hours Earlier <- “Massaro?” Scarlett calls out, Vic chasing after her as the man’s voice breaks through thin air. “What floor has the most of those weird, malformed motherfuckers?” Scarlett asks, being directed to the eight-hundredth floor. “Don’t mind her, she’s going through something right now!” Vic replies, apologizing to the man before continuing to chase after Scarlett. “It’s alright. Can I help you with, you’re gone already, aren’t you?” Massaro replies, sighing and taking a seat at his desk. “Scarlett!” Vic shouts, watching her friend disappear behind the elevator doors and begin her ascent whilst Vic waits for a second elevator to show. Upon reaching her destination, Vic spots Scarlett taking on a flurry of hideously disfigured, violent realm-dwellers with ease. Sending ripples of air scattering throughout the area, throwing one dweller into another and slamming the ground with seismic effects, Scarlett takes out the brutalization of her realm on the inhabitants of this one. “Scarlett” Vic calls out, watching her friend swat her worries away as if they were fruitflies shuffling in front of her eyes, all to the sounds of the realm dweller’s suffering. “Get out of here, Vic” Scarlett says, obliterating whatever moves in whatever way seems most satisfying in the moment. Teleporting to her friend, taking her hand and teleporting into a vacant warehouse floor, Vic immediately finds herself crashing into the concrete floor at Scarlett’s hands. “I told you to get out of here!” Scarlett says, her words fluttering through the air as she throws Vic to the ground. “Can’t you go one day without trying to be a hero and leave me to my fucking shit!?” Scarlett shouts, pacing around the empty warehouse, looking for anything to yell about. Continuing her anger-fueled stroll from one side of the building to the other, Scarlett spots the shooting star dancing across the sky once more, acting as the one last drop of water to push it over the edge. With a roar, Scarlett sends her hands flying forward, shattering every window in the building, and hearing every shard of glass ring with pinpoint precision. The television show intro-like sound filling the air, shaking the ground beneath the girl’s feet as if the building were collapsing. “Scarlett?” Vic calls out, her voice confident out of necessity, hiding the blatant, unavoidable fear buried beneath it in hopes of getting through to her other half. Calling her name a second time, Vic watches Scarlett’s face turn towards her, a surreal sight washing over her eyes, keeping her from being able to look away. In her moment of anger, Scarlett’s eyes light a fiery orange, her once-more blonde hair glowing a brilliant gold and her hands, naturally soft, frozen over with a tundra-blue cold. Scarlett, noticing her friend’s unnatural gaze, looks at her own hands as they defrost and she returns to her status quo. “What was that?” Vic asks, having called for Esotera, who watches Scarlett look up to her, still staring downwards at her hands, shaking in fear. “I have no idea” Esotera admits, walking up to Scarlett and taking her hands, spotting the light blue tips of her fingers despite the palm of her hands burning hot. Putting a bullet in Scarlett’s head, Vic tells Esotera that they’ll be back once they’ve gotten some things taken care of. Returning to the realm of reality, Victoria and Scarlett both sit upright in their tent before preparing for the remainder of the day. “Whatever happened in there-” Victoria begins, cut off by Scarlett, requesting that they drop it and leave it all alone. “We’ve got much more important things to take care of, alright?” Scarlett declares, brushing everything off, leaving Victoria little reason remaining to continue dwelling on it. | “I don’t know what to do, Mary. I’ve never seen someone go through this!” Brian whispers to his wife, admitting that he has no clue how to help a woman in Nora’s shoes. “I couldn’t imagine losing you or Rachel, let alone both in the same week!” Brian continues, peeking around the corner to see Nora curled into a ball with dark, tired eyes clutching at a woven blanket. “Rachel will be here any second, just try to pretend like you know what you’re doing.” Walking away from her husband, Mary slowly walks to the sofa and takes a seat at the opposite end. Looking at Nora, Mary notices her thumbs caressing the fabrics in gentle strokes, gasping every few seconds through faint whimpers. Her hands folded and her face tucked towards the floor, Mary asks Nora if she knows that she’s not alone. With no answer, Mary looks up and watches the lone tear roll down her face, the other eye unable to shed any of its own. “There’s a whole bunch of people that are fighting this. For justice, for you, for your daughter-” Mary begins, droning on before Nora puts a stop to her, snapping back with a countermeasure. “There’s a whole bunch more that aren’t” Nora replies, making it clear that the individual responsible for taking her husbands life belonged to that group, not the one’s fighting in her corner. “They’re under this belief that my daughter would have the heart to kill an innocent man without a damn good reason, and they chose to punish me by taking my husband away!” Nora shouts. “They left me here, all alone, grieving for two without giving a shit. I care more about those bastards than I do about the people holding up a sign for a few minutes and moving on to the next tragedy!” Getting up from her seat and making a break for the door, Nora walks down her front steps, refusing to look at the blood stain at the bottom, before climbing into the driver’s seat of the car. “Nora!” Mary shouts, wanting to keep her friend from suffering the same fate as her husband, but unable to get her voice to break through to Nora more than the roaring engine of the car. Pulling out of the driveway, Nora drives away from the home and disappears into the distance, watching Rachel’s car pull up only a few seconds later. “Where did Mrs. Bensen go?” Rachel asks, the question being the first thing out of her mouth since getting out of the car. “I don’t know, honey” Mary replies, giving her daughter’s hand a squeeze and looking out into the distance as her husband gleefully greets Rachel inside. | “Gonna miss this thing?” Scarlett asks, patting the handle on her passenger’s side door as Victoria quietly nods. “Many great road trips in this baby” Victoria responds, comically caressing the steering wheel before giving a very quick tap on the horn. Glancing at Scarlett, Victoria can feel the poorly hidden sadness looming beneath the attempted smile. “That smile isn’t as convincing as you think” Victoria says, her words leaving Scarlett to drop both her head and the smile. Continuing the drive in silence, the memory of seeing Scarlett in the realm beyond turning into a human night light plays in Victoria’s head on a loop, sharing the attention with the road ahead. After a few minutes, Scarlett asks Victoria to pull into a nearby gas station parking lot in order to allow her to use the restroom. Obliging, Victoria puts the truck in park as Scarlett hops out, heading for the building as Victoria turns the radio on, listening into the local news broadcast. Closing her eyes to shield herself from having to stare into the reflection of the sun on the truck’s fresh coat of paint, Victoria begins to drift off, the radio anchor’s voice sounding monotone and subtle, calming her into a lull as she reenters the real beyond. “Oh fuck” Vic exclaims, the walls of the office tinted a warm orange the way her eyelids appeared when they were closed, but the room feeling both weirdly familiar and out of place. Turning around, Vic realizes that she is in the faceless foyer once more, this time unaccompanied, and without a single one of the faceless workers around her. More interesting, the evasive doors in the back of the room are wide open, almost welcoming her inside. Cautiously approaching them, Vic notices her reflection in the glass window beside it, her hair color remaining the same as her first encounter with the realm beyond out of its stubbornness to accept the changes of the realm above. After a few further seconds, Vic finally walks into the direct center of the opening, taking a moment to look into the doorway, something both she and Scarlett have been guilty of overlooking all along. Within the door is a massive hallway, stretching far enough for wherever it concludes to be hidden behind a thick layer of fog. Accepting this as her moment, Vic takes two further steps before stopping right behind the line marking the hallway’s interior. Never one to shy away from imminent danger if it serves a greater good, Vic brushes off the unexplainable feeling of dread looming over her and takes one further step, entering the hallway without issue. Continuing to walk, the doors close behind Vic, who returns to them in an attempt to open them, doing so without issue. The ease in which she can come and go as she pleases makes it clear that she is welcomed within, giving her the chance to explore without worry for the first time. Lining both sides of the stretching hallway are pictures of tragedies throughout the years, ranging for airline disasters to shipwrecks, assassinations and disappearances. Above each photo is a single lightbulb, the bright shade of yellow looming over each photograph clashing with the warm orange tint blanketing the realm beyond. Continuing to walk, Vic comes to a sudden pause when she notices one photo, caught by it like a fly in a spider’s web. The photo of a crashed train with an all-too familiar assortment of numbers brings Vic into a panic, realizing what the photos along the halls represent. Each new tragedy is one caused by Scarlett and Vic’s ancestors of the realm beyond, representing their failures to stop the law of five disasters meant by the realm beyond for initiatives to endure. Marking this as her primary assumption, Vic begins to question why the doors opened for her now of all times. Whether or not it was intended to be welcoming, Vic questions it regardless, wondering if it was simply holding out information because of how ready she was or was not for the truth. Inching backwards, Vic looks back down the length of the hallway and continues walking, ultimately finding the urge to further test her abilities. Without caring about whether this were the time or place, Vic stops and look towards the ground, focusing on what her instincts tell her to do. Feeling the ground become lighter, Vic begins levitating, leaning forward to float down the length of the hallway as the fog at the very end of the tunnel becomes lighter, an almost silver the further she goes. Traveling at the speed of someone riding their bike, Vic begins feeling the strands of her hair float back, trying to keep up with her as the outline of whatever rests in the distance, behind the near-white clouds of fog grows more vivid and detailed. Within moments, the hallway becomes entrenched in a white light and Victoria returns to the realm of reality, awoken by the snapping of Scarlett’s fingers. “Trying to take a power nap without me or something?” Scarlett asks with a smirk, a little concerned when Victoria sports a look of disappointment. “What happened in there?” Scarlett asks, stunned when Victoria openly admits that she walked through the familiar double doors. “You got in? How the hell did you manage that?” Scarlett asks, confused when she realizes that all Victoria had to do was simply walk in like it was no big deal. “What was in there?” Scarlett asks, further confused when Victoria struggles to respond, very different from her prior actions just before. “What did you see?” Scarlett asks, rephrasing her question as if it were the reason Victoria was unable to give a precise response. “It was just a big hallway” Victoria replies, “looked really uniform. Like some weird, never ending hall of fame display case.” Shaking her head, Scarlett ponders over which of the many questions to ask first, settling on what was being displayed. “A bunch of pictures” Victoria replies, Scarlett responding by repeating the latter-most word in a questionable tone. “Let’s talk about it on the way” Victoria replies, reminding Scarlett that they still need to get something to eat before trying to beat the deadline. “There’s a little cafe around here, we’ll stop in and pick something up to go” Scarlett replies, putting on her seatbelt and watching the station pass by like every other building and establishment they driven past on their longshot path to a hope-for freedom. | Walking down the stairs at the beaconing call of a knock at the door, Rachel reaches for the handle and pulls it open, surprised at the individual she finds waiting for her on the other side. “Jared?” Rachel asks, watching Scarlett’s ex-boyfriend holding a vase of white roses in his hands, almost as surprised to find Rachel answering the door as Rachel does to find Jared waiting at it. “What do you want?” Rachel asks, turning off Jared’s idea that he had approached the wrong house. “I’ll repeat, what do you want?” Rachel asks again, watching Jared stammer over his words, responding that he wanted to give Nora the flowers as an apology for her loss. Taking the flowers, Rachel gives Jared an unconvincing thanks for his thoughts and attempts to close the door, her attempt halted when Jared puts his foot in the doorway and tells Rachel to wait. “Jared, fuck off” Rachel replies, unable to get the door past his foot, forced to suffer having through a long-winded apology. “I’m not the one you need to be apologizing to, Jared” Rachel replies, her statement falling short of her hopes as Jared reminds her that the individual that does it outrunning a murder charge. “I’m an asshole and I did a dumb thing, I’m not going to try and excuse it” Jared responds, “But I want you to know that I realize that.” “What difference does it make whether I know that or not?” Rachel asks, watching Jared drop his head, finally met with a question he doesn’t have a rehearsed response to. “Are we done here?” Rachel asks, watching the guilt in Jared’s face as he looks at her. “I did a really stupid thing” Jared replies, “And I can’t help but think that I had a hand in what’s happening now.” Rolling her eyes, Rachel steps onto the front porch and shuts the door behind her. “Jared, I think you’re a piece of shit” Rachel responds, “But that doesn’t mean I want you to think you had a hand in a family being torn apart when it had nothing to do with you.” Tucking his hands in his pockets, Jared listens to Rachel assure him that what happened had no effect on what occurred with Scarlett. “You really hurt her, but the cop did something that the sheriff doesn’t wanna admit. He brought it on himself, you didn’t.” “That doesn’t change what I did” Jared replies, “And I can’t apologize to the person that deserves the apology.” Shrugging her shoulders, Rachel tells him that this is just another one of those things that life takes pleasure in. “You cheated on a girl that broke her back because you couldn’t fuck her for a few months… That’s fucking shitty, but it didn’t get her dad or a cop killed, so stop blaming yourself.” Taking a deep breath, Rachel tells Jared that this is something he needs to get ready to take from life. “It’s not fair, and it never will be. You did a shitty thing, and for one reason or another, you have to live without being able to make it better. Welcome to reality, I hope you have a fun ride” Rachel replies, patting Jared on the shoulder and returning to the front door. Stopped from walking back into the home at the request of Jared, Rachel turns around and asks what he wants now. Taking a second to think about whether or not his impulsive request for her to wait was inappropriate or not, Jared pushes his concerns aside and asks how Rachel is holding up. “Super” the girl replies, walking back into the home and shutting the door, leaving Jared stood there with his hands in his pockets. | Parking in the lot just outside a small restaurant just outside of town, Nora emerges from her vehicle and walks up to the entrance. Walking into the retro-themed dining room, lined with walls of 60’s decore and black and white floor tiles, Nora asks for a small booth at the very front and follows the waitress to her seat. “I’ll be with you in just one second” the waitress replies, smiling to Nora before walking off to the kitchen. Phone buzzing in her hand bag, Nora checks the text message dashing across her screen and brushes it off, refusing to respond to Mary’s inquiry of where she is. Looking up, Nora notices a television set to a black and white display in the corner of the dining room, just above the entrance, displaying the local news. As fate would have it, the coverage of the manhunt for Victoria and Nora’s daughter is on full display, nearly bringing Nora to tears. At her table, off to the side of the restaurant in an almost completely vacant dining room, Nora takes her eyes from the television and looks out at all of the empty booths. Feeling completely isolated, shut off from society, Nora associates her current placement in the building with the fate of her life. Alone in the restaurant just as she is destined to live out her remaining days alone, Nora tucks her head in her hands before standing up and walking out. Descending the steps and returning to her car, the woman breaks down to nothing than the silence of her vehicle’s interior, her cries being isolated to herself. Finally, her sorrow-filled pain is quelled by the ringing of her phone, showing an incoming call from her mother at the other side of the country. “Hi mom” Nora responds, using her shoulder to hold the phone to her ear as she leans over the passengers seat to access the glove compartment. As she continues speaking with her mother and rummaging through the other side of her car, two girls walk down the front steps of the restaurant with bags of food and enter a dark truck. Pulling out of the parking lot and heading down the road, the truck disappears into the distance just as Nora removes what she was looking for from the box. “I have to take care of some things first, but I’ll do so when those are-” Nora responds, cut off by the woman on the other line. “I don’t want you to take care of these things for me mom, just-” Nora begins, again cut off by her mother, pleading with her to buy a ticket and return to their home in North Dakota as soon as possible. Adamantly fighting for her mother to allow her to arrange things as necessary before making any quick decisions, Nora ultimately questions whether or not her mother’s desires to have her home during this period of time are what she truly needs. “I have to go mom, I’ll call you later” Nora says, ending the call with her mother and sitting in silence, just staring at the green fence she’s parked in front of. Looking at the stored note from her mother she pulled moments prior, Nora reads off the city of Fargo, North Dakota and thinks about it for a second. Realizing herself to be falling fond of wanting to return home, Nora starts her car and drives home, ready to call it a night to forget about. | Emerging from his car, Sheriff West looks at hi GPS, assuring him that he’s made it to the correct location, despite the presumed diner being nothing more than a massive field of dirt. “I see you came alone” Scarlett calls out from beneath the shade of a tree, hiding both her and Victoria from the street light’s illuminating glow just above. “Depends on whether or not he has the tickets” Victoria responds, taking her eyes directly towards West. Pulling out a yellow folder, West stick one of the four ends in the wet dirt below his feet and backs up a few steps, allowing the girls to do much the same. “Why did you call me here?” West asks, his voice seeming reasonably professional, though the temptation of treating this like a joke being evident in his voice. Pulled from her coat, Victoria frees a yellow folder of her own and tosses it to West as if it were a frosty beer. Opening the folder, West pulls free photos and a few pieces of paper with specific information regarding an upcoming planned attack on downtown Baton Rouge. “Why are you showing me this?” West asks, his concerns being thrown aside by the girls, who assure him that they had no hand in this, they simply overheard a plan being made and went about gathering the information necessary to stop it in its tracks. “Why should I believe you?” West asks, “After all, you were the ones that knew how to navigate a decimated building to save some random guy.” Her eyes narrowed, Victoria asks how the man is doing, disappointed when the news of his internal injuries having been too great to survive is revealed. “You should believe us because we want exactly what you want, just in a different way” Scarlett replies, confidently walking closer to him. “And what is that?” West asks, watching the smile on Scarlett’s face whilst she tucks her hands in her jacket pockets and replies, “freedom.” Pacing around the Sheriff as Victoria stands in place, focused on West, Scarlett continues the monologue. “You’re not revealing why we were forced to defend ourselves from your crooked cop because you want to be the big guy that took the cop killers down.” “You want the glory of it” Victoria adds in, “Your freedom is being remembered in ways the cops that came before you had been forgotten…” Pausing for a second, Victoria takes a few more steps towards the Sheriff, “...Ours is being given the chance to live... something we can’t do with you calling us murderers.” With a smirk, West asks the girls what they think they can get in Hawaii that they can’t get in Louisiana. “We’ll have those traded by the time we board the planes, we just don’t want you tracing us back without us controlling what you find” Scarlett replies, humoring West, who has no other choice but to nod and applaud their effort. “Why shouldn’t I just have a crew shut down the airport when you’re expected to depart?” West asks, finding an interest in the girls when they give it to him straight, refusing to play games with their intended futures. “You have the chance to stop an attempted terrorist attack on the capital of Louisiana AND catch the killers of a crooked, though not crooked to the public, cop all in one night.” Stopping for a second, Scarlett points to Victoria and tells West that she had it correct down to the tee. “You don’t want us, you want the glory. All you have to tell the public is that you killed the bad guys in a firefight and it’s all yours.” Turning around, Victoria takes an automatic rifle hidden behind her back and takes aim at her truck, apologizing to her vehicle before putting numerous bullets into it, spraying it down. “The entire department knows of our innocence what the public doesn’t, and there’s no reason to keep that from changing… As long as you let us live the lives we deserve to be able to live” Victoria concludes, telling West to make the decision now before they take it away. Glancing back and forth at the girls, West bites his lip and looks back to the photographs before turning back to the girls, watching them stand in different places, sharing the patience for him response. “Alright” West replies, “You’ve got a deal.” Smiles on their faces, the girls look to each other and nod before West adds in one specific piece of information. “I’m going on a limb that I probably shouldn’t right now, so let me make it clear… You will never, and I mean never return to Praireville” West says, “If I see or hear of you being back here, I will put a bullet in your heads before you even have a chance to get settled in.” Staring to each other, the girls accept, tossing the emptied rifle to West’s feet and walking up to a beaten down rental car parked on the side of the road. “Good luck” West shouts, earning the girl’s attention before Victoria climbs into the passengers seat. “I think you’ll need it more than we will” Scarlett replies, taking her seat and starting the car, driving off into the night as West calls in for backup, telling his station to be discreet. “Look up” Victoria says, guiding Scarlett towards a shooting star above, putting a smile on Scarlett’s face. “Some things will never change” Scarlett replies, turning on the radio to the nearest station and losing herself in the music, driving off into the next chapter of their lives. “What next?” Victoria asks, watching Scarlett turn towards her and wink, we’ve got a few good-bye’s to make. |
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