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Beth Survives commission all finishes! Art by Gibbs santos!

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Yoooo my Beth Survives story commission is almost done!

Art by Gibbs santos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54503695/chapters/138084880

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Commission Being Made For My Beth Survives Story The Lost Twin!

Art by Gibbs santos

In this illustrated scene Beth is being hunted by her own sister in Wendigo form.

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Commission for Beth Survives Story In Progress

This is a commission in development for my fanfic the Lost Twin. In this depicted scene, Beth is being hunted by her own wendigo sister!

Art by Gibbs Santos

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The Lost Twin Chapter Three

“At least it can’t be worse than last year.”

-Sam Giddings, 9:07 p.m.

  -March 2nd, 2014

Emily Davis was just waking up. She had slept in late that day. It was nearly noon. She yawned, shielding her eyes from the sun shining in on her face through the window. She threw off her blankets, heading for the shower. She passed her phone on the nightstand, which had been set to vibrate all night. After turning the water on, she stripped out of her night clothes and stepped into the tub. Just a short shower to start the day. Her hair didn’t need washing. She let out a long sigh as she felt the hot water rain down like tiny bullets against her skin. After a quick wash, she turned the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. No one was home to see her naked, so she dint even bother wrapping body after drying it off. She still had a towel over her head, rubbing her brown hair, when she stepped back into her room and picked her phone up from the nightstand.

“Ten missed calls? What the hell? Who’s calling me at 3am?” she asked herself, scrolling down the list.

Josh three times. Sam twice. Josh again. Mike twice. Jess twice.

Weird. Did something happen, she thought? She would have to call one of them back and see what was going on. She finished drying her hair and tossed it on the chair in front of her desk as she scrolled through some of the morning news. She was hardly paying attention to them as she passed them by.

“Fuckin’ great, more cold?” she thought with a frown, placing a hand on her bare hip as she passed by the weather. “Politics, boring,” she sighed, combing past a story about the president. Next was something about sports. “I think that’s the team Mike likes. I wonder if he’d like a jersey or something for his bir-.”

BREAKING UPDATE: Miracle on Blackwood Mountain!  Daughter of Hollywood Mogul Found Alive!

Emily froze. Her mind just stopped working for a few seconds. Then her hand began trembling uncontrollably.

“No fucking way,” Emily said out loud, quickly clicking on the article.

She held her phone with both hands, her whole body shaking while she waited for it to load. Of course her internet had to suddenly crash now.

“Fuckin’ come on! Hannah or Beth?”

Suddenly she was shivering, like she had just gotten out of an ice bath instead of a hot shower. Finally, the page loaded. She read the first few lines of the article.

In what can only be described as a miraculous turnabout, the once grim case of the missing Washington twins has had a stunning breakthrough after nearly an entire month, when younger sister Elizabeth was found alive late last night by Blackwood forest rangers.

Underneath the paragraph was a picture of a ragged and injured Beth, a selfie that must have been taken with one of the ranger’s phones. She was smiling.

She was okay.

“Holy fucking shit!” Emily all but screamed. She clicked off the article and flew right over to her contacts.

There was no way Beth still had her working phone after missing a month. Josh was probably busy as hell dealing with all of it.

She called Sam. She picked up on the first ring.

“Emily, finally!” came her excited voice from the inherent end.

“Sam, I just saw the news!” Emily asked while hurrying to her wardrobe. She held the phone between her chin and shoulder as she started to get dressed. “Have you talked to her yet?”

“No, not yet. It’s a media frenzy over here. Only family can get into see her right now. She’s in the hospital. But she’s alive! She’s really alive!”

Emily pulled a pair of jeans on over her underwear. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this shit!”

“I know, it doesn’t seem possible.”

“Where are you? Right now?”

“I’m at the hospital. It’s St. Mary’s.”

“I’m on the way.”

“Alright, see you.”

Emily hung up and shoved her phone in her back pocket, then picked a clean bra out from her wardrobe. Once she was finished dressing, she hurried down the stairs and out the door. It took her until she jumped into her car to come to a sudden realization. She stopped, and turned off the car. She just sat there, sitting in her seat for minutes on end. A deep, troubled frown had replaced her once exhilarated expression. She took out her phone again and dialed Sam back.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, it’s me again. I . . . I just had a thought.”

“Yeah?”

“What if Beth doesn’t wanna see me? Or the others? I mean, the whole thing was my idea.”

“Emily, we talked about this. You couldn’t have known what would happen. Yeah, it was mean, but-.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me,” Emily said with a sigh. ”But, but I can’t shake it! I thought it would be funny. I told myself she deserved it for wanting to get with Mike, but don’t know if Beth will see it that way. What if she’s mad at me?”

“Well, she might be at first, but I also think she’ll probably forgive you if she really thinks you’re sorry. She’s not vindictive like that, and I know you’re really sorry.”

“Yeah, I am,” Emily said, her eyes falling. “You’ll tell her I am, right?”

“Of course. It’s your boyfriend that I’d be worried about.”

Emily’s frown deepened. She said nothing.

“He hasn’t changed his tube, huh?” Sam asked, noticing her silence.

“No, he still hasn’t even said sorry to Josh. He says we shouldn’t apologize just cause Hannah overreacted and went nuts. Says it’s her fault.”

“Asshole. No offense, Emily.”

“Whatever,” Emily deflected, not even having the energy to get angry.

“Emily, just come over, okay? We can figure this out when you get here.”

Emily pricked her lip, but nodded. “Yeah, okay,” she said, restarting the car.

“You’ve really surprised me on this Emily. You’re actually pretty sweet when you want to be,” she said in an almost teasing manner.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, cut out. I’ll be there soon.”

She hung up her phone and pulled out onto the road. The hospital was a good half-hour away, right in the heart of LA. Beth must have been doing alright if they transferred her there already. Emily wanted to get there as soon as possible, so she got on the expressway. She was approaching her exit when she got another call. Caller I.D. said Mike. She hit answer and brought it up to her ear.

“Hey babe, you heard about Beth, right? I’m headed there now.”

“Yeah, I heard. That’s, uh, that’s not why I called though. We gotta talk, Em.”

Her car rolled down the exit ramp towards an empty intersection. No one was at the light.

“Well, can it wait? I’m kind of driving to-.”

“Emily, I wanna break up.”

Emily's eyes shot wide. Her mouth fell halfway open just of shock. “What? What did you just say to me?”

“Sorry, Emily, but things just aren’t working out. I asked Jess out today, and she said yes. It’s over between us.”

Emily’s world was suddenly crumbling. Jess was her best friend. Why would she do this?

Emily didn’t even notice the light in front of her turn red, or that she was speeding up. This was about to get loud.

“What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You prick!”

“See, that’s part of the reason we’re breaking up, Emily. You’re also so nasty, even to me.”

Emily was clutching the steering wheel so tight it was hurting her hand. She was flying in that little car now, the speedometer was going wild. Every ounce of blood in her body was burning red hot. “So you ask out my best friend? You fucking, you motherfucker! That’s why she’s been ignoring me! Fuck her! And fuck you! Sam was right about you, you piece of-.”

It took a blaring horn to finally break her focused rage. Her head twisted around to see an eighteen-wheeler on her left, barreling right at her through the intersection. Her heart stopped, her eyes wide.

She pulled the wheel as far right as it could go.

The truck slammed on the breaks.

The semi struck the front of her car. The whole engine block was ripped right out, her BMW torn in half. Emily screamed. Louder than she ever had before. What remained of her vehicle was spinning like a runaway tornado. Emily's head whipped side to side, trapped in spiraling metallic coffin. She caught a glimpse of what looked like a telephone pole as she spun across the intersection.

Emily finally came to more than an hour later. Her eyes fluttered open, her world totally out of joint.

“Emily?”

The voice sounded as if she were underwater. Emily was still swimming, about to break the surface. The light was so close.

“Emily?”

Emily found herself blinded by the light shining down on her from the ceiling. She tried to bring up her arm to shield her eyes, but found it restrained.

“Unhhhh,” she groaned.

“Emily, can you hear me?”

The brown-haired girl turned in the direction of the voice, the woman’s figure slowly coming into focus. A young blonde woman. She looked scared.

“Sam?” Emily finally said, managing to recognize her.

“Thank Christ you’re awake,” Sam sighed, a relieved smile forming.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked weakly, still unaware of her surroundings.

“You ran a stoplight and crashed into a huge truck. That’s what the doctor said anyway. Broke over a dozen bones.”

It was then Emily realized her arm was in a cast. So was her left leg. It was all coming back to her. The pain was coming back to her, and not just from her broken body.

“Oh, fuck. My car?” Emily frowned, already knowing the answer.

“Totaled. They said there was pretty much nothing left of it. You’re lucky to be alive, Emily. You really had never scared.”

A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Wait, is this the hospital Beth is at?”

“How do you think I got here so fast?” Sam snickered. “Don’t tell me you almost killed yourself trying to race to the hospital.”

Emily looked away. “No, that wasn’t it,” she said.

She bit her lip, feeling tears coming on fast. “That son of a bitch.”

“Em? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, tilting her head.

Sam rose from her seat and came closer as Emily began to cry. “H-he broke up with me. Over the phone.”

“What? You mean Mike?” asked a stunned Samantha.

Emily nodded weakly. “He asked out Jessica, who’s supposed to be my best fucking friend, and guess what? She said yes! So yeah, he called me on the road and he dumped me!”

Sam put the pieces together quickly. “He made you so upset you crashed your car?”

Emily said nothing. Sam made fists with her hands.

“What a bastard. I’m so sorry, Em.”

Emily didn’t offer a response, she was just sobbing. Sam looked to the open door, then stood up.

“Em, I’m gonna find a doctor. Tell them you’re awake. I’ll swing by later, okay? After you’ve got some rest.”

Emily managed another nod, but said nothing back. She watched Sam leave with a smile and a wave.

Emily faded back out shortly after.

By the time she woke up again, she had no idea what time it was, but the sky was dark. She had passed out for who knows how long. She lifted her head, looking out into the darkened hall. The was a light on somewhere out there. She didn’t see anyone though. There was a few empty chairs at a reception area outside. The hospital was dead quiet. All she could hear was the fan going from the vent on the ceiling. Must have been pretty late. She turned her head the other direction. just enough for her to barely make out a shrouded figure sitting in the chair. Someone was in there with her? She had a visitor this late?

“Sam? Is that you?”

Suddenly Emily heard the sound of helicopter propellers outside. Must have been someone being airlifted to the hospital. The chopper’s light shined bright overhead, illuminating a small streak across the room. Her visitor’s face was lit up for just a split second. Long enough for Emily to at least spot her dirty, ragged brown hair. Eyes cold and dead. Her once lively olive skin was badly decomposed. She wore a pair of mangled glasses. An unnerving smirk lay painted on her maggot-infested face. She rose to her feet, stepping out into the dim light. 

Emily’s visage twisted with dread. She just kept coming. Emily was immobile. She could do nothing but watch as the dead twin advanced, until she was looming over her hospital bed. A deafening shriek echoed through the emptied halls.

Emily shot upwards in her bed, drenched in sweat. Sudden agony shot through her system from straining her broken body. The brown-haired girl fell back against the bed, groaning and writhing in pain and discomfort. Her eyes darted about the room. It was day now. The next day? Or the same? She wasn’t sure.

“Fuck, was that a dream? Fuck me,” she said, short on breath.

She slumped her head back on her pillow, trying to get a hold of herself. That was new. That had never happened before. She hoped it never would again.

“Christ. What the fuck? That sucked.”

A nurse came to the door, having heard her cries of pain. “Miss Davis, you’re awake again. That’s good,” she said with a smile, coming to her side.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” said a breathless Emily. “What day is it?”

She gave Emily a drink of water before answering. “Friday,”

Emily’s mouth fell open. “D-did I pass out for two days?”

“Yes, you did. Your body needed the rest. Your parents were here yesterday, but you were asleep. Two other women came to check on you. The nice blonde girl, and that woman from upstairs, the missing one they found.”

Emily blinked. “Beth? Beth came to see me?”

“Yes,” said the nurse, fluffing her pillow and doing a few other things Emily wasn’t sure of. Checking all the nonsense that was attached to her no doubt. “Would you like me to tell her you’re awake? She seemed very interested in speaking to you.”

“Uh, yea, sure,” Emily said, an anxious feeling taking over her.

“Okay, I’ll let her know. I’ll go get you some food in the meantime.”

Emily tried her best to relax after the nurse left the room once more. On top of being stabbed in the back by both her best friend and her boyfriend and a victim of a major car accident, now she had nightmares to deal with. Emily sighed in exasperated disbelief.

“Fuck my fucking life.”

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The Lost Twin Chapter Two

When the missing and presumed dead Beth Washington is suddenly discovered alive a month later, no one knows what to think. There's no sign of Hannah, and Beth appears to have amnesia, remembering nothing of how she survived or where she had been. Her friends are overjoyed at her miraculous survival, but Beth remains haunted by the loss of her sister and scattered, horrifying images of her lost memories. She has Sam. She has Josh. Whether she'll be able to forgive the others remains to be seen.

Then Josh convinces everyone to return to the lodge in honor of Hannah. Beth must now revisit the site of her disappearance, and confront all the madness that comes with it.

“She wasn’t supposed to die. I'm sorry! Please!”

-Emily Davis, 2:21 a.m.

-March 1st, 2014

Beth and her sister Hannah had been missing for nearly a month. The rescue effort had been called off. The only realistic hope now was to recover their remains. Forest ranger Sharon Kudrow, a young mother of two little girls herself, had put more energy into the search than anyone, but even she had given up hope of finding either girl alive. Any police presence in the area had long since faded to a trickle. No one was even confident the remains would be discovered at this rate.

It was getting dark. Almost time for Sharon to go home. She turned off her office lights and headed out towards the door. She would be the last one out.

Outside, a slender figure passed by the bulletin board, just in front of the building. She stopped, looking at the posters that had been nailed to the wall. Her hand weakly lifted, grazing over a faded piece of paper. A sniffle soon snowballed into a pained sob, looking into the eyes the familiar face staring back at her. She hadn’t seen her face since the fall.

Missing: Hannah Elizabeth Washington

The ragged woman collapsed to her knees, crying. Sharon opened the door on her way out, hearing the sounds of grief and misery as she closed it shut. She turned around, quickly spotting the woman kneeling in the deep snow, hands covering her face. She flashed a brow, and approached. When she saw the tattered state of the woman, she picked up the pace.

“Ma’am? Are you all right? Were you in an accident on the mountain?” asked Sharon, coming to the woman’s side.

She kept a safe distance for now, unsure if the woman was dangerous in any way. She looked positively awful. Her face was still concealed to her, but she could tell by the state of her clothes and her unkempt hair that she had been through something hellish. When the woman offered no response, she hesitantly knelt beside her, placing a hand on her back.

“Ma’am, you should come inside. I’ll call someone to come get you. An ambulance by the looks of it.”

The woman still said nothing, but this time she at least lifted her head and turned to Shadon, revealing her dirtied visage. It took a moment for Sharon to realize she had seen this woman before. A much cleaner version, but yes. She had seen her before. Her face was right up there on the board. Right next to her sister’s. Sharon’s eyes shot wide, her hairs on end. She glanced back up to the board to the young woman’s smiling face, then back to the sobbing woman’s kneeling before her.

“What’s your name, miss?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

The freezing woman could hardly muster a reply. Her voice was frail and weak. “B-b-b-beth. Beth W-washington.”

“Oh fucking Christ, oh my god,” Sharon gaped, staring at the presumed dead woman in stark disbelief. “Come on, we need to get you inside,” she said, wrapping both arms around her to help her to her feet.

Beth’s knees were wobbly, but she managed to stand. Slowly, they made their way back to the ranger station’s door.

“How the hell did you make it out here this long? It doesn’t seem possible,” said a breathless Sharon.

Beth offered no reply. She was only focused on making it to the door. Sharon and Beth steadily climbed the steps, then the ranger reached out to turn the knob. As soon the pair got into the building, Sharon set Beth down in a chair so he could rest, then shut the door.

“I'll call the police. Do you drink coffee?”

Beth shook her head.

“How about some hot chocolate?”

Beth’s lip quivered, her eyes lighting up just a bit. “I love hot chocolate,” she finally said.

Sharon offered her a smile. “I’ll go make you some. You just get yourself warm, okay? I’ll get you a blanket.”

“O-okay.”

The first thing Sharon did was go straight to the closet to fetch Beth a warm blanket. She came back over and draped it over the poor young woman’s shoulders. Beth clutched the fabric tight, wrapping it firmly around her shivering body. Sharon went to the landline phone. There was no service up here. She picked up the receiver and dialed 911.

Beth turned, looking over her shoulder to the woman who had saved her. She was so damn cold. Her whole body hurt and ached from malnourishment.

“This is Ranger Kudrow on Blackwood Mountain. Send someone up here right away. I found Beth Washington.” she said, hardly able to believe it herself. It was more like Beth Washington had found her.

A brief pause followed while she listened to the operator.

“Yeah, okay. Good. Oh, and an ambulance. We need an ambulance for her. What? No, I know you don’t call ambulances for bodies, I found her alive. She’s sitting ten feet from me. No, no I’m not joking. Why the hell would I joke about that?”

Beth cocked her head a bit, looking curious.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Bye,” Sharon hung up the phone. “Well, I don’t think she believed me, but they’re sending help. It’ll be a while though. We’re pretty far from civilization up here,” she sighed, going over to the kitchen area.

Beth looked around the lodge, rising unsteadily to her feet. “Hey, what’d you say your name was?” she asked the ranger, finally starting to warm up a little.

“Sharon Kudrow. I’m the head ranger around here,” she said, preparing Beth’s hot chocolate first. “Do you like cream?”

“Definitely,” Beth nodded. “How long was I missing for? A few days?”

“What? No, almost a month.”

Beth’s eyes went wide. “A month? Holy shit.”

Sharon turned her head with a confused expression. “How could you think it’s only been a few days? I mean-.”

“I don’t remember anything,” Beth said suddenly. “It’s all a blank since that night.”

“What? Then, then where were you? Just now? Before you came in here?”

Beth shook her head. “I, I just woke up against a tree in the woods. I walked here, you found me, and that’s it. That’s all I have.”

Sharon just stared at her, saying nothing. Beth frowned.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Well, it’s pretty hard to believe, Miss Washington,” said Sharon, turning back to making her drink. “But then again, the fact you’re alive at all is pretty hard to believe. The police are gonna have a lot of questions though, so try to remember something, okay? Like, like where your sister could be? If you’re still alive, then maybe she-.”

“No, my sister’s dead,” Beth said, her face falling.

Sharon heard Beth sniffling again, and turned to see Beth sit back down, sobbing lightly into her hands. Just watching her cry made her grimace. “How do you know for sure? I mean, if you can’t remember anything, then maybe there’s a chance,” she said, trying to be hopeful.

Beth shook her head again, wiping the rears away with the blanket. “Hannah died right when we went missing. On that first night. I, I remember her falling. She fell far. Even if she survived that, if you never found her, there’s no way she could have made it. She would’ve needed help right away. She’s, she’s dead. I know she is.”

“God, I’m so sorry,” Sharon said with a sigh. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. Losing a sister like that.”

“It's the worst thing I could ever imagine,” Beth said. “I couldn’t save her. I tried, but I couldn’t do it.”

Sharon let the silence hang, unwilling to ask anything else. She had pried far enough already. She returned a few moments later with a cup of hot chocolate for her and one for Beth. She handed Beth her cup with a warm smile. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Beth nodded, holding the cup with both hands. “Thank you,” she said, before blowing on the beverage.

Sharon stepped back, taking a sip of her coffee. They sat together in quiet, listening to the howling wind rail against the building. Eventually, after a few sips of her hot chocolate, a thought came to Beth. She blinked, and then rose to her feet.

 “Can I use your phone? I wanna call my brother. I want him to hear that I’m alive from me, not the police.”

“Absolutely. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing to the phone.

Beth actually managed a smile, a small bit of energy returning at last. “Thanks.”

Sharon smiled back as Beth turned, hurrying over to the phone with the blanket still wrapped around her. She picked up the phone, both nervous and excited. She dialed her brother’s number, and waited.

“Come on, please pick up, bro,” she said after it had rung a few times with no answer.

Finally, a voice. “Hello?”

Beth perked up, wearing a joyful grin. “Josh? Josh?”

“Yeah, this is Josh. Who is this?”

“It’s, it’s me, Josh! Your sister! Beth!”

There was no reply at first. Beth bit her lip. He probably didn’t even believe her.

“Is this a joke? Is this Jess doing her voice thing? Cause of you guys seriously think this is fucking funny, then-.”

“Josh, it’s not a joke. It’s me! I swear! I’m alive, okay? I’m still the ranger’s station, right now. The police are on their way.”

Beth could only wait anxiously for a response. “Josh? Please believe me.”

He would find out soon enough anyway, but she wanted him to know now.

“. . .What’s your favorite hobby? Your real one, not the what you tell the other girls.”

She spoke quickly. “Hunting. With you and Dad.”

“Holy shit, Beth? Is that really you?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s me! I’m okay!”

Joyful tears ran down Beth’s face. Sharon smiled, able to hear her brother’s incredulous voice from across the room. Her own eyes were starting to water. The poor girl sounded almost happy. For that moment at least, she had forgotten about whatever terrible fate had befallen her.

“Beth! What the fuck? You’re alive? How?”

“I, I don’t know. I don’t remember anything. It’s a blur, Josh,” she confessed, deflating a bit. “But, there is one thing I know for sure. Hannah, she’s gone, Josh.”

“Oh Christ, Beth. You don’t have to tell me,” he said, almost begging her.

Beth pressed on anyway. “She died for me, Josh. We were hanging from a cliff, and, well, I don’t remember everything, its foggy, but we couldn’t both make it. Hannah, well, she dropped herself. I watched her fall.”

Beth took a moment, for she was in tears. Josh said nothing, but she could hear his heavy, labored breaths.

“I’m alive because of her, Josh. Hannah saved me.”

“I’m so sorry, sis. I thought she was gone, but I figured you were too. This is still a good day, Beth. I, well, I have one more sister than I did yesterday.”

“Josh . . .” Beth showed a tearful smile. “So fucking cheesy.”

“This is a miracle, Beth. It’s a fucking miracle. I’m gonna call mom and dad.”

“Okay,” replied an excited Beth. “I’ll, I’ll just wait here, I guess. For the police. I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too, Beth.”

Sharon watched her hang up the phone and hurry back, looking so much more happy than she had moments before. She sat back down, taking a long sip of her hot chocolate now that it had time to cool down.

“You sound like you’ve got a great big brother,” said Sharon.

“Yeah, I do,” Beth nodded, still smiling. “If he lost us both, I can’t imagine what would happen to him.”

Then the pair heard the chopping sound of a helicopter’s propellers outside, and getting louder. They would be hearing sirens soon enough.

“Sounds like the police are here. You ready?” asked Sharon, looking at her worriedly. “This is gonna be a media shitstorm. This will make national headlines, Beth.”

Beth took a deep breath, then another long swig of her drink. “Yeah, I think so,” she finally said.

Sharon smiled, and turned to open the door and meet the police outside. Beth's eyes settled on the poster of her sister nailed to the wall. Her smile faded. It was so hard took away. She may have been safe, but Hannah was still gone. Her twin sister. Her other half.

Gone forever.

She had shared her whole life with her sister. Now she would have to live the rest of her life without her. She was only eighteen. Suddenly the world seemed so much more scary. She rose to her feet, walking over to the poster on the wall, until her Hannah’s smiling face was staring right back at her. Hannah would never leave her, for better or for worse. Beth shut her eyes tight.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do without you, big sister. I’m so sorry.”

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Until Dawn is a very serious survival horror game.

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The Lost Twin Chapter One

When the missing and presumed dead Beth Washington is suddenly discovered alive a month later, no one knows what to think. There's no sign of Hannah, and Beth appears to have amnesia, remembering nothing of how she survived or where she had been. Her friends are overjoyed at her miraculous survival, but Beth remains haunted by the loss of her sister and scattered, horrifying images of her lost memories. She has Sam. She has Josh. Whether she'll be able to forgive the others remains to be seen.

Then Josh convinces everyone to return to the lodge in honor of Hannah. Beth must now revisit the site of her disappearance, and confront all the madness that comes with it.

Beth/Sam Pairing

"Only one way out. Only one way.”

-February 2nd, 2014, Sometime Around Midnight -

- Beth Washington, February 3rd, 2015, 5:48 a.m.

"What’s going on, where's my sister going?” Beth asked, pushing her way through the group. She reached the front and looked out into the woods, to see nothing. No Hannah. Visibility in this blizzard was next to zero. She turned to the others with a harsh glare. “What the hell did you guys do?”

“She's overreacting, it was just a little prank, Beth,” Mike shrugged.

“You know how upset she gets!” Beth screamed at him, and he took a startled step back.

“Beth, calm down.”

“Calm down? She could die out there, you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Beth stepped forward and drove her fist into Mike’s stomach.

Mike hadn’t seen it coming. Every speck of air fled his lungs at once as he doubld over, his eyes wide in astonishment. Beth spun around, sprinting into the woods after her sister before Mike dropped to his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“Hannah! Hannah!” Beth called out in desperation as she too vanished into the storm.

“Jesus, what the fuck,” Mike coughed, spitting in the snow.

“Damn, she got you real good, huh?” Matt asked with a grin while a few of the others snickered at his expense. He knelt down to see if he was okay.

“That girl hits fucking hard,” Mike said gasping.

Sam crossed her arms, looking unsympathetic. “You had that coming, dude.”

Beth ran into the blizzard after her fleeing sister. Hannah always had a history of behaving irrationally and getting herself into trouble. This wasn’t the first time Beth found herself running after her. She was never crazy enough to run into a damn blizzard before though. Beth held her hand in front of her face to shield her from the snow. She could hardly see a thing.

“Hannah! Hannah? Where are you, sis?” Beth called out.

No answer. All she could hear was the howling wind crashing against her own skin. It wasn’t long before Beth realized she wouldn’t grt far without getting lost herself.

“Fuck, this is not good,” said Beth to herself.

All she could do was keep going. She couldn’t turn back. She couldn’t leave her sister out here. If something happened to her, she’d never forgive herself.

“Hannah! Come on, Hannah! Please come out!”

Despite Beth’s begging, no response came. She trudged on, muscling her way through the snowstorm. She came to a choice between two paths. She cast her gaze down, spotting Hannah’s barely visible footprints in the snow. Headed left. Another few seconds and they'd have been completely covered.

“Hannah! Hannah?”

Still no answer.

Beth pressed on, fighting the frigid cold and stinging gusts of wind. If she didn’t find her soon, she didn’t know what she’d do. She was getting desperate, fearful that she would never see her sister again. She had to keep going. Her sister needed her. She called out one more time.

“Hannah? Hannah!”

“Beth?” came a weak, but audible reply.

Beth’s face lit up. “Hannah! Where are you?”

Beth just followed the sound of a young woman’s cries and sobs. “God, those assholes are gonna pay for this,” she mumbled to herself. “They’re so dead.”

As she neared the source of the noise, her sister’s silhouette came into view. “Hannah! Thank God.”

She took off running towards Hannah, throwing both arms around her. Hannah leaned forward, crying into her shoulder.

“Beth, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot,” she said through her sobs.

“It’s okay, Hannah. Really.”

“It’s not okay. I ran out here and made you chase me through a blizzard. I’m such a fuckup.”

“Come on, you must be cold,” Beth said, stripping off her own jacket and giving it to Hannah. “Let's get you back to the lodge, we ne-.”

A series of loud growls cut her off. Beth and Hannah spun around to see a pack of wolves coming straight for them, baring their teeth as they stalked their prey.

“Oh, shit!” Beth pulled Hannah back, trying to flee.

Hannah almost fell over, scrambling away. “Fuck!”

Neither realized they were right on the edge of a cliff until it was too late. The storm had cut off almost all visibility. Beth backed off the ledge, slipping on the icy rock face. She shot one hand forward and latched onto a root before she fell any further. Hannah came next, screaming and tumbling off the edge just as her sister did. Beth grabbed Hannah’s hand, holding onto to the root with one hand and her sister with the other.

“Hannah! Hold on!”

“Oh God, Beth! This is all my fault! We’re both gonna die because of me!” Hannah cried in despair.

“No one’s gonna die!”

The wolves were advancing, their growls growing louder. The sisters were cornered by predators, ready to fall to their deaths. Then they heard a strange noise. It sounded like fire. Like a blowtorch. The wolves suddenly began whimpering, and their presence faded. The next second, an unknown figure entered their view, looming over the both of them. A frightening masked man with a flamethrower on his back. Beth’s eyes widened in fear, only for the man to bend down, offering his open hand.

“That root won’t hold!” he yelled at them.

Beth looked down to her scared sister, then back up at the man. “I-I can’t! Help us up!”

“I can’t lift the both of you!”

Hannah’s face fell. She already knew, even if Beth didn’t. There was no way both of them were making it out of this. Only Beth had a chance, but not so long as she was holding on to her. Hannah had a choice to make, and to her, it wasn’t a hard one.

“Beth,” came Hannah’s voice from below.

Beth craned her head to look down at Hannah, dangling who knows how high in the harsh winds. “What? What is it?”

Hannah said nothing at first. She looked strangely calm. Resigned. Then she smiled.

“I love you, little sister. Please forgive me for this.”

Beth blinked. “What?”

Hannah reached upwards with her other hand, prying Beth’s fingers loose from her arm. A horrified Beth could only watch as her sister slipped from her grasp.

“Hannah! No!”

Hannah fell into a white void, plummeting out of view without a sound. Beth screamed loud enough for them both. Hannah was gone just like that, and Beth was in tears.

“Hannah! Hannah!"

Beth suddenly felt a hand reach down and grab her own, pulling the sobbing sister upwards. About half of Beth wanted him to just let her fall too. The stranger hoisted her to safety. As soon as she was on safe ground, she threw herself back against him. Back towards her sister. She cried and struggled in his grasp.

“Hannah! Hannah! Let me go! That’s my sister!”

The stranger pushed Beth away from the cliff and onto the ground. “Your sister’s gone, girl! You can either join her, or leave with me.”

Beth frowned, shaking in the cold snow. “I, I, can I trust you?”

“You don’t have a choice. Those things are on their way. They’re out in force tonight.”

“What, wolves?”

“No, worse. Come on.”

The man took Beth by the arm, pulling her along. Beth realized they were headed in the wrong direction.

“Wait, the lodge is the other way!”

“Your lodge isn’t safe. They’re swarming all over it. Follow me.”

Beth did as she was told, brushing the tears from her eyes as this man she didn’t know guided her further into the mountain wilderness. Behind her, she heard strange howls and shrieks echoing out. Nothing that sounded human. Or natural.

She almost didn’t care if she lived or died. Hannah was gone. Her sister. Gone. All over a stupid prank.

All Beth could do was hold out hope Hannah somehow survived the fall, and someone would come find her before it was too late. Hope for a miracle.

The impossible.

“My sister is dead,” Beth said in dismay, tears welling up again. “She’s dead!”

“Keep your damn voice down,” he hushed her. “Stay with me and you might just make it out of this alive.”

Beth squashed her cries, pressing on. She had to keep going. If not for herself, then for Hannah.

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until dawn art 2023 what... i decided to make them have a crush on each other cause ive got that power

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The Lost Twin

Hi, so I'm new to tumblr and not entirely sure how to post and organize fanfic here. Until I figure it out I'm gonna just post the link to A03 and leave a summary here.

When the missing and presumed dead Beth Washington is suddenly discovered alive a month later, no one knows what to think. There's no sign of Hannah, and Beth appears to have amnesia, remembering nothing of how she survived or where she had been. Her friends are overjoyed at her miraculous survival, but Beth remains haunted by the loss of her sister and scattered, horrifying images of her lost memories. She has Sam. She has Josh. Whether she'll be able to forgive the others remains to be seen.

Then Josh convinces everyone to return to the lodge in honor of Hannah. Beth must now revisit the site of her disappearance, and confront all the madness that comes with it.

Beth/Sam Pairing

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honestly, with everything that’s happened, it almost feels like the universe has been playing pranks on us.

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meet kaitlyn in the quarry

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Excerpt: Lynx’s Onslaught

What follows is an excerpt from a story being worked. This particular snippet was inspired from a scene from one of my favorite movies, 3:10 to Yuma. I realize the effect is reduced because it’s out of context, but I plan to release more of these excerpts so hopefully someone will enjoy these short snippets before I hopefully eventually create a complete work hopefully some point in my lifetime. This is just a rather short, but graphic action scene. The character is Lynx Conway, the picture is an excellent portrait of her I had commissioned by an artist I believe is known as Miss Chamomile (I apologize if I spelled that wrong) and really portrays that determined mean streak she shows violently in this scene. It takes place in a fantasy western universe known as Cyprus, and the Coyotes is the name of outlaw gang Lynx is a part of. I have many other pictures of her, most drawn by my friend Crystal, or Coalesce on Tumblr. 

Lynx swept down the street, shouting and waving her arms to the gunmen.                

 “Hey! Hey! not Ana! Stop shooting! You’ll hit Ana!”                 

They weren’t listening to her, either they couldn’t hear her, or they didn’t care. Either way, her so called “allies” had become a liability. Lynx could feel her blood rising, a boiling anger seeping into her veins. She would not stand by helpless as her friend was killed. Not again. She would not be ignored.                 

A gunman raised his rifle to fire again, when a hand reached forward to grab the gun barrel, forcefully lowering it. The man turned to see Lynx bearing down on him.           

  “Are you fucking deaf?” Lynx shouted over the gunfire. “I said stop shooting!”   

 The gunman pushed Lynx away with the rifle. “We don’t take orders from you Conway! We’re here to take out these outsiders, not rescue your idiotic friend! She got herself caught, it’s her fuckin’ problem!” He turned away from her, raising his gun.                

 “You son of a bitch!” raged Lynx, coming close again. “Don’t you dare shoot one—.”                 

  The thug fired his rifle with Lynx’s ear right next to the barrel. It was as if someone set off a bomb in her skull. Every other sound vanished and all Lynx was left with was a pained, incessant ringing. She fell to her knees, covering her ears, but it didn’t help. She could no longer think straight. All rationality left her. It wasn’t doing her any good anyway. She looked on at the scene in pure desperation, catching glimpses of Ana struggling to stay alive as the outlaws fired indiscriminately. Lynx could feel something stirring within her, a volatile essence that had remained dormant for far too long. She had been pushed too far. She could no longer control this feeling.                 

She welcomed it.                 

Still deafened, Lynx rose like a phoenix from ashes. The gunman caught something out of the corner of his eye, a flash of the sun gleaming off a shining, cold metal. He turned to find himself staring down the long barrel of Lynx’s volcanic pistol, the hand cannon. At that range, it was plain murder. The gunman opened his mouth as if to speak, but the look in Lynx’s eyes said it was too late for apologies.                 

 Lynx shot him in the face, through his teeth, into his mouth, blowing apart the back of his skull. Lynx could barely even hear her own gunshot. Blood, teeth, and fragments of bone flew in all directions. Before the half headless man even hit the ground, Lynx shifted her aim to the next gunner. He hadn’t even noticed what happened to his friend. One bullet to his chest put him down with a howl. Lynx added another in the skull for good measure. 

She drew her second pistol with her left hand, turning to the other side of the street to face a gunwoman shooting from the wooden walkway. Lynx shot her in the back, the round passing through her spine and out her chest cavity, shattering the window behind her. The woman fell screaming into a bed of broken glass, gasping for air and spitting blood. 

Lynx could still barely hear a thing, but over the ringing in her head and the roar of gunfire, she could make out a voice shouting a word, one she knew all too well. Lynx looked up to see two outlaws on a nearby roof holding rifles, one pointing their finger right at her. 

“Traitor!” He yelled to the others. He turned to his allies below, trying to get their attention. “The Coyotes are traitors!”

Lynx was so sick of being called that word. She was the one who had been betrayed. Here she was again, being blamed for the disloyalty of others. She would always be a turncoat to the world, perhaps it was her destiny, her identity. The thought did nothing to calm her down. 

The rifleman turned back to face Lynx, readying his gun. Lynx sidestepped as the outlaw fired, the bullet grazing her coat and striking the dirt. Lynx stood sideways, marksman style, and returned fire. The rifleman’s head jerked back, his blood spraying the outlaw next to him. His female companion stood in stunned silence as her friend fell limp and toppled from the roof, a gaping hole where his eye used to be. The gunwoman stood in place, petrified, apparently not used to being soaked in her comrade’s blood. Lynx knew the feeling all too well, but unlike her, this woman wouldn’t have to live with it. Lynx showed no sympathy and continued firing. The outlaw doubled back as a bullet pierced her stomach, clutching her wound, her own blood now coating her clothes along with her friend’s. She lifted her head to Lynx with a look of fear and distraught. Lynx didn’t hesitate. It was either these people or Ana, and she had gone too far to stop now. She stepped forward, cocked her pistol, and shot the still standing outlaw in the left breast. Right in the heart. The woman gasped and collapsed out of view. At least for her the end came quick. 

The rest of the Coyotes began to open fire after Lynx’s massacre, and the scene soon turned into a chaotic, three way war in the streets. Lynx knelt down, reached into her pouch, taking out some bullets. She calmly reloaded her pistols as her comrades covered her. 

And that’s it for this little snippet. The video below is the scene that inspired me to write this, and the character portrayed, Charlie Prince, is actually one of the major inspirations for Lynx as a whole. In a way, this scene is sort of an homage to his character.  

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