December 17, 2012 by Lyn
Tuesday, November 24, 2003
Just after Chapter 12
The lift wasn’t where it was supposed to be. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised by this. Nothing was ever the way it was supposed to be, around here; why should the exits be any different?
He remembered, clearly, coming in their first day. The Jeep had come down on a lift into a warehouse. Someone had taken their luggage (that was where, he told himself, it must have started. Contact drugs in their clothes, so even if they didn’t eat the food, they were still getting the psychotropic effects.) Someone else had walked them down to the Auditorium. They’d gone down the hall full of classrooms.
There was nothing here now. Just another panel in the high-class wood paneling. Had the drugs kicked in even sooner? Had they paneled over the entrance after the students got here?
The sirens were still going off and the noise was really beginning to get to him. He had to find someplace to hide; some place to get away from the noise and whatever was bad enough that even these people though it was an emergency.
He pounded on the panel in frustration. Pretend magic he could handle. Funny effects, he could deal with. Even knifepoint dating wasn’t as awful as it could have been. Naberius hadn’t really been that bad.
But there had – he pounded on the panel again – to be – and again – a way out.
The panel swung inwards, revealing a cement floor beyond. The entrance? Shang stepped inside, and pushed the panel closed. Here, this was perfect.
There was the lift, with the Jeep parked on it. And here, racks and racks of supplies. Blankets and sheets. Food, stacks of food in bulk containers. Ammo? That looked like rows of ammunition, there, and beyond that, three crates labeled “swords.”
This place was creepier than he’d thought, and he’d thought it was pretty darn creepy. Shang found a quiet spot in the blanket storage, where he could hardly hear the sirens, and curled up. He could stay here indefinitely, if he was careful. He could stay here until they forgot all about him.
This outtake was written in response to Rix’s donation and request for Shang in the lift, after the sirens went off. I am still getting caught up on my backlog!
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