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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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But he's angry. And he's hurt. And he's upset. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The third option, the clues, the real game; they were supposed to save everyone. Poland had believed that with his entire being. If he picked the clues then there was nothing that could save Lithuania. The person who had tried the hardest to solve the clues and end the game.
Poland brings his hand to his face, shutting his eyes tightly. He can't breathe, his chest feels tight and his heart sits in his chest like a boulder. His entire frame sags and his legs buckle. Critter had burdened Poland with his role as Hunter and the weight of his role threatened to crush him even in death.
And Poland had done the same to Lithuania. Giving up his hand to open the church, knowing that Lithuania would be drawn to it… Poland had been the catalyst of Lithuania's self destruction. He had burdened Lithuania with an impossible, hopeless task and now he would be gone forever.
Lithuania had been more than content to tune out and just survive. He would have lived. He'd been exonerated by Poland's journal. Lithuania had no special role. It'd been too late for Poland to prevent his own death but Lithuania could have lived. Or maybe he would have died regardless. Lithuania been chosen by the Hunters once. If they had killed him, he would be here with him. Or If Poland had offered to kill him the first or second night before he died and not bothered with England's stupid list… He hadn't wanted Lithuania to die but it was a much kinder fate then. … then.
A hand. Poland had given his up and now that was all that was left of Lithuania. He was going to be gone. Forever. Over scraps of paper and Poland's troublesome unyielding burdensome faith. He couldn't do anything to save Lithuania trapped here, once again another vote was swinging out of his control.
A howl of utter despair tears through the air of the cabin before Poland throws himself into the open door, slamming into the impassible force that kept them all trapped. He hits it so hard he is thrown back to the ground.
But he gets up and launches himself at it again, screaming in broken tear soaked Lithuanian.]
Tegul Tavo vaikai eina
Vien takais dorybės,
Tegul dirba Tavo naudai
Ir žmonių gėrybei!
[And again.]
Tegul saulė Lietuvoj
Tamsumas prašalina,
Ir šviesa, ir tiesa
Mūs žingsnius telydi!
[And again.]
Tegul meilė Lietuvos
Dega mūsų širdyse,
Vardan tos, Lietuvos
Vienybė težydi!
[And again. Over and over and over again, for as long as he can still get up he'll throw himself at the door.]
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[Speaking in Polish she'll make him look at the screen.]
Look and read
[And she'll keep a hold of him until he reads the note on the screen.]
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It's clear what Poland should be voting for, but he can't bring himself to abandon Lithuania.]
I can't...
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[She keeps a hold of him.]
There's no rule saying you have to vote. We know how everyone is going to vote. What does one more vote matter.
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We pinky promised.
[It probably sounds ridiculous to bring up something like that now. The hand he promised with isn't even there anymore, but the implications of it are still there for Poland.]
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I showed you this because the clues are going to win. And we have to be prepared for that. I voted for Lithuania....but I knew it was a lost cause from the start.
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[Poland looks at the blank scrap of paper for a long moment. His first vote had been useless and his second had led to his death...
Even if it didn't matter with so many of the votes already cast, Poland knows what Lithuania would have wanted him to do.]
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I'm proud of you.
Come on. Let's go get settled.