Clentine:
I kept pinching my skin, anxiously waiting for Ian to tell how we would put my mother and the others to rest?
Ian noticed and quickly held my hand, stopping from hurting myself.
"It will be different for her," he whispered, causing to frown. "The way to kill them is to have any one of them change their expression while they look at you, most likely because of sothing you are saying or doing. Show an ounce of feeling. The mont one of them reacts, they all start to disappear."
As soon as Ian told that, a spark of hope ran through .
"It will not be too painful?" I asked him, and he nodded, reassuring that even though her punishnt was severe, her passing to the light would be peaceful.
"But I have said everything to her, and she did not change her expression," I said.
Then it hit .
"What would have happened to my brother?" I asked Ian, who began to look confused.
"I am not sure if I have ever read about a tiny monster." As soon as Ian said that, he clicked his tongue, shook his head, and slapped his forehead.
"I am so sorry. I did not an to say it like that. I an I do not think my grandfather has ever made a child monster, soone who could be easily found," he tried to explain, but it seed like even if he had made a monster, we would not get very lucky finding him here.
"I want to give her a hug." The mont I said that, Ian shook his head even harder.
"You tried it, she scratched you," he explained, but I shook my head again.
"That is because she did not recognize ," I mumbled, and I could tell he did not like the idea because he kept shaking his head.
"Just let do it this ti, please. I feel like I will stir so emotions in her," I requested, but he looked adamant about refusing.
"Okay, fine, then you stay on guard. And the mont you feel she is not changing any expression, you can pull away, okay?" I told him, watching him sigh tiredly and roll his eyes.
I bet he was tired of my shenanigans, but he always let do what I wanted.
"Fine, but I will have to take the others away from you," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
"I do not want you to put your life in danger," I told him, but he waved his hand and fixed his shirt.
I wished I had not lost his jacket inside. Ian was the one who had taken it off once.
The clown had started to grab it to pull back, and I had not fought hard to get away, so he had to do whatever he could.
Now both of us looked like we were going to freeze to death.
"I am not going to let you do all the hard work, Clentine. I will be fine. I will just run through here, get them to follow , and then I will walk out from the other side while you are left alone with your mother," he explained.
I began to bite the bottom of my lip.
"Okay, but please do not try to fight them. There are too many of them," I told him, and he gave a reassuring nod.
However, I did not know why, but I felt like he kept getting goosebumps because I was holding his arm, and I could see he looked slightly scared.
Or was he scared? I could not be sure. Knowing Ian, there was no way he would be scared of anything.
"Be careful and be on the lookout, Clentine. Please do not force yourself or a reaction out of her. If you feel like it is not working, just step away, okay?" Ian told as he cupped my face and gave a kiss on the lips before he stepped away.
It felt like we were walking into a death trap, but it was needed.
The theater was dangerous, and all the people trapped here needed to be put to rest.
If we did not do it, how would we clean the rest of the North? Starting from this place seed to be a good idea.
Ian entered the theater with his head down. I watched him through the window.
He stepped through the clowns without looking at them, and their heads turned as he passed.
Their shoulders twitched. I watched their painted mouths stretch wider as they began to follow him.
He kept moving at a slow pace, trying to gather as many of them as possible.
Things changed when I noticed my mother drift after him. My heart started to pound in my temples.
If she followed him, I would lose her, so I had to act quickly.
The mont I stepped inside, I noticed so of the clowns stop going after Ian and turn toward .
I quickly lowered my head. I bit my lower lip and tried not to shake because I knew if I gave in to anxiety, I would start making mistakes.
My mother kept walking after Ian. I knew this because when I entered, I kept my eyes on her feet.
I tried not to lose her because if I did, it would be hard to find her again unless I lifted my head and scanned their faces.
I rushed toward her even when the others started to whisper at .
Once I reached her, I raised my hand. This would be the last ti I touched my mother.
I grabbed her wrist. Her skin was cold, like she was a statue with no blood in it.
As soon as my fingers curled around her, her head snapped toward . I could not help but snap my head up as well.
Her glare hit so hard I forgot to breathe.
Her eyes were wide and empty. There were no emotions like when she used to sing lullabies.
Her lips were parted like she wanted to scream at . For a mont, I froze so much that my heart jumped in my throat.
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