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Sharon and James’s note: So, there’s a song going to around TikTok and various other platforms that we love and highly recommend you go and check out. We were discussing it the other night, and of course we made our own take on it. Feel free to sing this to the tune, if you’re feeling silly. Warning: Authors took something and twisted it. It’s what they do.

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I am not a person
I’m a raven in a skin
Don’t Ask me where I got it
And don’t ask me where it’s been
It might be a little ragged
But at least it keeps me in
I am not a person
I’m a raven in a skin

I am not a person 
I have 27 eyes
I don’t have much need for clothing
But my coat is made of flies
I’d like to shake your hand
But everything I touch just dies
I am not a person
I have 27 eyes

I am not a person
But I eat one every day
I mostly stick to bad guys
So they tell me that’s OK
And only if they lose a game
Say do you want to play
I am not a person
But I eat one every day

I am not a person
I’m a horror from the deep
And everyone who sees me
Has a tendency to weep
And if we talk for too long
I will haunt you in your sleep
I am not a person
I’m a horror from the deep

I am not a person
I might be the end of time
I tell you more about it
But I only speak in rhyme
I could tell you how to stop me
But you know what never mind
I am not a person
And we just ran out of time

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Sharon’s note: Oh boy. I am really excited to really lean into all the bad academy tropes. Characters with no consistency and just randomly spaz out to inject unneeded drama into the plot. Romances with no chemistry, and the only thing keeping them together is the fact that they make each other horny. The sky’s the limit. Warning: Author is giggling over the idea.

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He stepped inside and frowned at the messy chaos that was a house full of busy college students. The house wasn’t a complete biohazard, but it could do with good cleaning. “So, can I have your name?” 

“No. You’re paying to explain the thing in my eye. Do that, give me my money, then leave.” I crossed my arms. 

Anger flickered through his eyes. It was a visible effort to close them, take a deep breath, then continue talking in a calm tone. “Well, my name is Richard. I work for the leading magic school in the country.”

“Okay, playing along, just for fun, how many magic schools are there?” I was interested to see just how intricate his delusions were. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Three, but I’m not sure that’s important.”

I shrugged. “You’re the one who brought up the ranking of the school.”

“Fine.” He took another deep breath. “The school sent me out to find the Chosen One. I performed a spell that tracked that mark in your eye, and it’s my job to bring you back.”

“Um, one, not going anywhere with you. Two, chosen to do what?” I’d been hoping this story would at least be entertaining. 

 He looked at the floor, face haunted. “Some ancient evil has risen. It has been killing the new generation of magic workers, and we haven’t been able to stop it.”

“That’s all you got? A nameless ancient evil? And what exactly am I supposed to do? I’m pretty sure I don’t have magic, Dick.” 

“Well, you do now.” He pointed at my eye. “The mark of the gods will endow you with magic. Also, I go by Rich, not Dick.”

“Fine, but I’m still calling you a dick.” I smirked as he took more of his deep calming breaths. “Now, I’ve heard you out. Give me my money, then leave.” 

He stared at me for a long moment, then a smile crept over his face. “The school is an accredited college.”

“Good for you.” I held out my hand. “Money?”

“I’m fairly certain that being the Chosen One comes with a full ride and free housing.” He looked incredibly smug, and I considered slapping him.

“Intriguing, but I’m going to need more than just your word on that. Have the college contact me, then I’ll get excited.” I waved my hand in front of him. “My five hundred dollars, please.”

A little shudder ran through his shoulders and he bit his lip. The annoyance practically radiated off of him. I was kind of impressed. Most people would have already lost their temper. He spoke slowly and clearly. “I will have the school contact you.”

He turned and started walking for the door. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “You promised me money.”

He pulled the cash out of his pocket and shoved it into my hand. “I wish you the joy of it.”

I locked the door behind him after he stomped out, then took a look at the money. There was only three hundred dollars there. Nice to have, but I stood by my original assessment of Richard. He was a dick.

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Jack bared his fangs at the laptop screen, and Anise laughed. “Going that bad, huh?”

“I hate school. I hate computers even more. Putting the two together is an abomination before man and God.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. 

Anise moved some books out of the way and sat on the desk next to the computer, grinning down at her husband. “You sound old.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Technically, I am old. Way older than most of the humans who complain about being old.”

She tapped her lip, speculatively. “You’re right. Maybe you’re too old for me.” 

Jack seized her around the waist and pulled her into his lap, playfully baring his fangs. “I thought all the girls were totally into the whole ancient vampire thing?”

“Depends on who you ask. Some people are into it, but some think it’s gross and predatory in all the wrong ways.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Besides, I hate to burst your bubble, but a hundred and fifty is hardly ancient.”

“It’s old enough that I consider the fact that I can use a computer is accomplishment enough.” He buried his face in her shoulder and sighed, voice muffled by her shirt. “Joseph’s new edict is ridiculous.”

“I think it’s brilliant, actually. Too many vampire courts suffer because they get into a rut. No one changes, no one learns, and it’s like they’re actually dead.” She put a hand against his chest and chuckled. The lack of heartbeat always amused her. “Besides, the fact that you are having so much problem with this probably means it’s exactly what you need.”

Jack raised his head to stick his tongue out at her, but pulled it back with a laugh when she nipped at it. He gave her a quick kiss, then frowned back at the laptop. “I wish I would have picked a different degree. When Joseph said we could get any degree, I thought I’d found a loophole. I speak french, this should have been easy. What is this crap about having to learn 18th century French poetry?”

“As my mentor told me, stop looking for shortcuts, it will get you killed.” She picked up one of his books from the table and flipped through it. “I could help you study.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How? You don’t speak french.”

Pouting, she lightly hit his shoulder with the book. “I can still run you through a lot of the questions. The answers are right there. I can also provide incentive.”

“What kind of incentive?” He asked, interest peaked.

“Have you ever had a-” she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “strip test? For every right answer you get, I take off a piece of clothing.”

A shudder ran down Jack’s spine and he pulled her closer with a low growl. “You do that, and I may turn into an A student.” 

Anise pulled away and stood up. She put a hand on her hip and gave him her best sultry look. “Finish your homework, and I’ll give you a pop quiz.”

Jack let out a deep breath, before turning back to the computer. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so motivated.”

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Sharon’s note: I love all the characters in this story. I’m going to write some more just so the side characters get some more screen time. Might be another story, or it might be an actual book. Warning: Author has plans.

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Paloma stared out the front windshield as she shifted over to the driver’s seat, eyes wide. “I hope you’re both ready, because this looks like it’s about to get real ugly real fast.”

Alex stood, stretching like a lion preparing to hunt. “Excellent. Will you be ready to back us up?”

Paloma grinned and pulled a large, shiny revolver out of the glove compartment. Knowing her, it was loaded with silver bullets. Our drummer knew what it took for humans to play in the big leagues. She never wanted to talk about why she hung around with a bunch of supernatural weirdos, but I didn’t pry. I understood, and figured it was something like why I didn’t want to discuss my fear of carousels. Maybe Alex had wheedled out all her secrets, like he’d done mine. Maybe not. She was a lot harder to trick than I was.

“And I’ve got the shotgun loaded with silver flechettes just in case,” she said. I hated it when people started sentences with ‘and’. Even if I was really paying attention it made me feel like I was missing part of the conversation.

Alex opened the side door, and I hopped out after him. There was trouble, alright. Brian stood nose to nose with another werewolf, both of them growling like a couple of monster truck engines. His sister huddled off to one side, clutching a bulging stomach and weeping openly. I assumed it was his sister, since she looked just like him. Maybe a dozen indistinct figures hung back, lurking just beyond the headlights. Bringing the vampire made coming at night a necessity, but I didn’t care for fighting in the dark. It made the fun hard to see.

Alex swore under his breath in a language I didn’t recognize. I glanced back at him, but his eyes were all for the woman’s belly. I knew the idea of a pregnant woman being involved upset him, but I was relieved that this seemed to be something Brian hadn’t told us, and not another thing I had forgotten.

A soft rumble came out of Alex’s throat. Whoa. I’d never heard him growl before. He must have been really angry, almost Mad. A Mad Alex was a highly destructive Alex. This promised all sorts of entertainment.

“You will let my sister go, because if we have to take her, you all are going to leave bleeding.” Brian made an imposing figure. His hands flexed, bringing attention to the long, chisel like nails that were starting to extend from his fingertips. He had the glowing yellow eye thing going on, but it was hard to tell with the amber wash of the headlights.

The opposing werewolf didn’t seem impressed. He was rocking the same look, but with an additional three inches of height and a lot more piercings. Most of them sported things that looked like teeth. He was the other side to Brian’s coin, just as buff and tough-guy themed, but deliberately scruffy. The self-styled alpha wore shabby clothes that were just a little too artfully tattered and not worn enough to pull off the bad ass biker vibe he was going for. He even held a bright green beer bottle in his hand to gesture with. Unfortunately for him, he’d also forgotten to remove the cap, so the prop didn’t quite work.

“My girl and my son aren’t going anywhere.” The alpha-wannabe bared his teeth inches from Brian’s face in mockery of a grin.

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Sharon’s notes: People can be illogical. They get so focused on something they want and they stop thinking about consequences. Thinking things through is not one of humanity’s strong suit. Neither is taking responsibility for ourselves. The things that we do may not be our fault, but they are our responsibility. Warning: Author is working this too, but promises that the better you get at thinking things through, the better things get.

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I ran with my hand against the wall, my ragged breaths echoed against the walls almost as loud as my heart in my ears. Tears welled in my eyes and my lungs ached. My foot hit something that crunched and screamed, and I went pitching forward. I managed to get my hands in front of my face and avoid cracking my face on the ground, but my palms ached with the impact.

For just a second I hugged the ground, huddled against an attack I knew had to be coming. Seconds went by, and nothing happened. I shakily pulled the flashlight from my pocket, and shined it back the way I came. The hallway was empty, and the only dead thing I saw was the rat I’d stepped on.  

I didn’t know if Kathy had managed to stop them or they were just delayed, but staying put wasn’t a good idea. I scrambled to my feet and continued following the tunnel. My lungs ached, so I kept a steady pace, but didn’t run. Had someone told me what was at the other end of this thing? I couldn’t remember. No matter what, it couldn’t be worse than the body snatching vampire ghost behind me. Besides, all I had to do was survive till dawn. Kathy said that the ghosts lost power then.

Unlike the rest of the hospital, that mostly smelled like stale dust, the tunnel stank. A combination of rot and urine turned my stomach. It was probably the rats. I passed an old gurney tucked against the wall. It was a uniform gray under the dust, exempt for the nest of rats tucked into the middle. A small pink nose poked out of the rotted sheet. Was it still called a pinkie if it was a rat, or was that only mice? It didn’t matter. I kept going. 

As the tunnel started a gentle incline, the air started to warm up. There were enough rats that I had to watch where I stepped. The stench of decay was getting worse, and I hesitated. Maybe it would be best to wait in the tunnel. It was unpleasant, but not currently dangerous. No. Elizabeth might be following, and the smell was probably just a dead rat.

And I wondered what was at the end of the tunnel. I’d already seen enough to fill a dozen books and keep my blog going for years, and my curiosity had been progressively gotten me into worse situations, but . . . I was due some luck, right?

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Once he got past the crowd, Jim could hear the sounds of battle that Wendy had warned him about. He raced through the maze of stalls and tents, so many more than there’d been in the day, always keeping the ferris wheel in sight. When he broke free into the open area around the wheel he skidded to a halt. There were more of those things from the haunted house, but now he could see them clearly. Lumbering frog men shabled around her, and her staff whipped around in a blur, cracking against limbs and skulls. They fell, one after another, but more shuffled out from between the buildings. Human bodies were scattered on the ground, being stumbled over by the monsters. 

Over the sounds of the battle, there were two screams coming from the control box. One was a woman and one was a baby. Oh crap, it was the mother on the ferris wheel from earlier.

“Wendy! Help them!” Jim pointed at the one of the frog things that had gotten past her,   and was heading for the mother.

She glanced back then shot me a thumbs up. She vaulted over one of the frog men and brought her staff on the head of the one heading for the control room. It crumpled to the ground and immediately began to melt. She cupped a hand to the side of her mouth and called, “Give me a second. I’ll clear the way for you.”

Jim nodded and stayed back, knife at the ready in case she needed him. She had to have been taking her time before, because she became a machine, quickly reducing the monstrous army to a giant puddle. She waved him out, and he resisted the urge to gag as he passed the foul smelling pool. 

“Is that all of them?” He scanned the buildings around them, ready for a fight. “Did you have to deal with any clown things?”

“Just one. There mostly seems to be these toad things.” She hung on her staff and gave him a grin. “It smells like you took one out, too. A human doing that all by themselves is really awesome. I’m proud of you, really, you’re amazing.”

“Thanks.” He smiled and tried not to blush. “So, are we done?”

Wendy sighed. “Oh, no. We still have to deal with whatever is running this place.”

“You mean the god or whatever?” Jim thought back on what she said.”Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of sacrifice?”

“What do you think this is?” She gestured at the bodies on the ground. “They didn’t manage to kill everyone, so the god will be weak.”

“Is it really a god?” Jim asked.

Wendy shrugged. “Maybe. What is a god? It really doesn’t matter. It will die like everything else, you just have to hit it enough.”

“What about them?” Jim nodded towards the woman and baby, who were still screaming at the top of their lungs. 

“I don’t know if it’s safe to take them to the entrance anymore.” Wendy bit her lip, studying the surroundings. “Tell you what, I have to concentrate on the bad guys I can hear coming. Do you want to sit in the booth with them? You can protect them in case anyone gets past me.”

“Yeah.” Jim could feel footsteps through the ground. Whatever was approaching, it was big. He hustled to the booth, knife at the ready.

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Sharon’s note: So many supernatural academy main characters are ‘sassy’ and ‘have an attitude’.  They usually are just really whiny and intermittently act like psychos because that’s ‘quirky’. I’m going a different direction. My character is a jaded asshole. Warning: Author has sooooo many plans.

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There was no way I was going to be able to sneak past the guy who was still shouting at me from my porch, so I opened the door to tell him to go away. 

“Ta-freakin-da.” The lawyer looking dude held out his hand and a green flame the size of an egg sparked to life in his palm. 

I raised an eyebrow. “Nice trick, but aren’t you late to perform for a kid’s birthday party?”

He closed his hand around the flame and groaned. “It’s not a trick, it’s real magic.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” It was times like this that I wished I carried mace. “Can you go? I need to go see a doctor about whatever is going on with my eye, and you’re freaking me out.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “They won’t be able to help you because they won’t be able to see it. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with you. The mark is magical and shows great favor from the gods. It shows that you are the Chosen One. ”

I burst out laughing. “What kind of drunk-ass idiot god would choose me?”

His frown grew deeper. “No. It’s foretold. We called for the gods’ help and they sent their mark to one pure of heart, body and spirit.”

And I thought I couldn’t laugh any harder. My ribs were starting to hurt and I was feeling light headed from lack of oxygen. “You . . . you think . . . that . . . that I . . . pure . . .”

“The gods do not make mistakes.” His eyes were bugging out like, well, like I was insulting his god. I wiped a tear out of my eye and forced myself to breathe normally.

“Look, even if I didn’t think you’re crazy, I would have to tell you that you messed up. I’m not pure of anything.” I thought for a moment, then started laughing again. “Maybe the gods meant to mark my roommate, Samantha. I don’t know her that well, but it seems to fit her to a tee.”

“There can’t be a mistake. The gods do not make mistakes,” he insisted. 

“Look, you’re crazy, and I want to leave. Will you just go?” I made shooing motions and made the decision that I would close the door again. If he was still there in five minutes, I would call the cops.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. The one on the outside, at least, was a hundred. “I’ll give you you five hundred bucks to hear me out.”

I only hesitated a moment before making the excuse that my roommates were home, and it would be fine. “Come on in.”

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Sharon’s note: I’ve been playing with this character for a long time, and am thrilled that I finally found a place for her. This story may or may not share a universe with another story on the blog. Okay, I won’t be coy. It totally does. I’ll leave it to you to figure out which one, though. Welcome to part 1 of 8. Warning: Author does love a Mad character.

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Paloma and Brian were arguing softly in the front seat, and I was staying very, very quiet. If I didn’t draw attention to myself, maybe no one would notice that I couldn’t remember why I was there. Our instruments weren’t in the van, so we weren’t going to a gig. Why had Alex let me play with his phone? The stupid vampire knew I got distracted.

He was sitting on an ice chest next to me, not looking like himself at all. Normally, Alex was the life of the party, flamboyant in dress and mannerism. Tonight, he was dressed for bad business. Dark, practical clothes made for doing real work. His face was more serious than I had ever seen it. I could practically taste the tension coming off of him.

Oh! Good friend opportunity and a chance to jog my memory over what the heck was going on. I nudged his leg with mine. “Hey, you okay?”

He smiled, lips pressed tightly together. It wasn’t a happy expression. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I misplaced some aggression. I am mentally preparing.”

Well, that was unhelpful. No, wait, I could work with this. “So, uh, what does this remind you of? You know, it probably has to be pretty similar to the current situation for you to be able to project your problems on it.”

A ghost of Alex’s normal smile invaded his current one. “Subtle as always, Roxy. So, do you want to admit that you can’t remember what’s going on now, or pretend for a little bit longer?”

I huffed and my chin dropped to my chest. “You know me way too well. Would it have hurt you to play along for a little while? For my vanity?”

“Well, I’m sorry for the damage to your vanity.” He tweaked my nose. “Will filling you in again be enough of an apology?”

“Please.” I nodded and leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder. A bit more of the harshness melted from his posture and his calm was soothing.

“Brian got a message from his sister that she was in trouble. It seems she’s finally figured out that the pack she joined is no good, and she wants out.” Alex plucked his phone out of my hands and put it in his pocket.

“Oh! I remember this. It was one of those ‘traditional’ packs, right? The ones that tout the line about getting closer to their wolf roots but still go by the whole toxic alpha thing?” I shook my head. “Jeez. That BS was disproved years ago. I don’t get why they insist on preaching it as the ‘natural way’.”

Alex chuckled. “What you seemed to have forgotten is that werewolves are a combination of human and animal. Toxic alphaism isn’t a wolf thing, but it is very much a human thing. Blaming it on wolves so they don’t have to own it is also a human thing.”

I sighed and wrinkled my nose. “Yeah, humans are the worst.”

“Aren’t you glad we aren’t human anymore?” Alex’s smile had a teasing edge, and I frowned at him.

“I am human.” When he cocked a knowing eyebrow at me, I crossed my arms. “I am mostly human.” He started laughing, and my lip pulled out in a pout. Stupid vampire, mocking my denial. “Trying to be human.”

He patted my leg. “Sweetheart, it’s fine. You don’t have to be human to be a good person.”

“We’re here.” Brian hopped out of the van, barely taking the time to put it in park.

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Elizabeth laughed at my gaping jaw. “Really, you wouldn’t think I would be so shocking after following two ghosts here.”

“You’re a starved naked vampire ghost, Liz.” Kathy rolled her eyes. “I’m dead too, but even I understand there are orders of magnitude.”

“If she’s so desperate to ‘know’ that she runs off into the dark with two ghosts, one might assume she was prepared for anything.” The glow of the lamp outlined every line of Ernie’s face, making his smile look sinister. 

“Will you two quit picking on the living girl?” Kathy put her hands on her hips.

“Only if you stop calling me Liz.” It was impossible to tell if Elizabeth was grinning or snarling. 

I finally got myself together enough to stammer out, “How did you get down here? How did you even get captured? How did you die?”

“Nosy little thing, aren’t you?” Elizabeth chuckled as she circled me. “And she’s not bad looking either.”

“I thought you might like her. Not too skinny like a lot of girls these days. Nice breasts.” Ernie leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“I thought he was supposed to be shy,” I said to Kathy. My stomach was starting to sink, and I didn’t like the way Elizabeth was looking at me. It was like being creeped on, but hungrier. 

“He normally is.” Kathy moved to stand next to me, inserting herself between Elizabeth and me.

“Get out of the way, girl.” Elizabeth bared her teeth again. “You aren’t involved in this.”

“I brought her down here to be safe. That kind of makes it my business. Now what are you doing?” Kathy puffed up like an animal warning off a predator.

Hands like steel cables locked around my arms, pulling them behind my back. I tried to jerk away, but couldn’t move an inch. Ernie’s voice Rumbled right behind my ear. “Leave, Kathy. We have plans for the girl.”

Kathy’s head whipped back and forth between Ernie and Elizabeth, her eyes going wide. “You’re going to possess her? No. No, I won’t allow it.”

“You can’t stop us.” Elizabeth arched her back, skin straining against her ribs as she laughed, a mad, evil sound. 

“Stop? No.” Kathy’s hands balled into fists, knees bending slightly. “Run, Maggie.”

I jerked in Ernie’s grip. “I ca-”

Kathy disappeared, and Ernie wrenched away with bruising force. Elizabeth shrieked and lunged at me. I ran, sprinting into the dark tunnel, faster than I ever ran before.

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The clown charged the booth with its arms outstretched. A glove hand swiped at Jim’s face, and he brought the cleaver down on the wrist. With hardly any resistance, the hand separated and flopped onto the counter, dark brown sludge spraying from the stump. 

“Run!” he screamed at the woman on the ground. She stared at him with slack jawed shock, clutching her bleeding arm to her chest. The clown punched the booth with its remaining hand, sending a chunk of wood flying into Jim’s face. He yelped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife and it skidded partially under a table. 

More wood fell as the clown skittered over the counter, fighting to squeeze itself down into the confined space. Jim rolled to avoid the giant clown shoe that stomped down. He grabbed another jug and brought it up just in time to meet the hand coming down. Gray claws sprung through the glove and into the plastic. Oil sprayed up into the clown’s face, making its drawn-on features run. It pulled back, shaking its hand, to dislodge the jug from its claws.

 Jim scrambled to the cleave and snatched it from under the table, dragging a long handled lighter out with it. He swung the cleaver at the clown’s face, and the face cracked like it was really an egg. The foul smell of rotting sulfur gagged him. Splattering Jim with viscous brown liquid, the clown reared up, jabbing its arm stump across its face, screeching like an angry hawk. 

“Die!” Jim grabbed the lighter, clicked it to life and jammed it into the clown’s oil soaked jumpsuit. The suit smoldered for a second under the flame, but didn’t catch before it tried to grab him. Screaming, he hacked at the clown, catching the arm, the chest, and with one last swing, straight across the mouth. The head exploded, showering him in rancid goo. The clown’s body started to fold in on itself like a deflating balloon, flooding the ground with foul smelling brown liquid.

Climbing over the counter, Jim fought the urge to vomit. The injured woman was still sitting on the ground, not moving. There were more people screaming, and more people dying, and he could either help her, or save someone else. Time to split the difference. He grabbed a woman who was rushing by the arm. She screamed and swung at him, missing wide and nearly toppling them over. Jim jabbed a finger towards the woman on the ground. “Help her! Get her out and to a hospital or something.”

The woman looked at him in blank terror for a moment, then shook herself aware. With a sharp nod, she seized the woman on the ground and dragged her to her feet. Together, they hobbled towards the exit and Jim ran against the crowd towards the ferris wheel.

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