He's going to die. Oh, Jesus Christ, he's going to die and it's going to be at the hands of something that crawled out of Silent fucking Hill.
Jesse's chest hurts as he runs, lungs aching as he sucks in fast breaths and books it right along with Finch. Throwing a few looks back over his shoulder at what's chasing him does not help in the slightest; Samuel's mutated into some kind of grotesque spider something and it feels like an awful amount of real even though, yeah, okay, it's occurring to him quickly and violently that this can't be real, but he doesn't quite get it yet.
But he's dreaming, right? He's gotta be dreaming, but that doesn't make sense either, because he's never met Finch's dad, he's never fucking seen Finch's dad, how the hell could he ever know what Finch's dad even looks like? He's never seen that guy from back there in his damn life and yet that's in his head right now, or it was, before it all changed, one punch and it changed everything and none of this makes a damn lick of sense.
He lets out an almighty gasp once they're inside the room, breath rattling as he sucks in panicked breaths, it's all that fills up the room they're in for a moment and he's painfully aware of it. He looks up at Finch with incredulity once he speaks, and belatedly yanks his hand free of Finch's grasp so that he can stagger a step back and lean forward onto his knees. "That's what-" Jesse lets out a choked stutter of a laugh, pants hard and gestures wildly to the door.
"Yo, your dad transforms into goddamn Eight-Legged Freaks and that's what you ask? What the fuck am I doing in- How about what the fuck is going on?"
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Jesse's chest hurts as he runs, lungs aching as he sucks in fast breaths and books it right along with Finch. Throwing a few looks back over his shoulder at what's chasing him does not help in the slightest; Samuel's mutated into some kind of grotesque spider something and it feels like an awful amount of real even though, yeah, okay, it's occurring to him quickly and violently that this can't be real, but he doesn't quite get it yet.
But he's dreaming, right? He's gotta be dreaming, but that doesn't make sense either, because he's never met Finch's dad, he's never fucking seen Finch's dad, how the hell could he ever know what Finch's dad even looks like? He's never seen that guy from back there in his damn life and yet that's in his head right now, or it was, before it all changed, one punch and it changed everything and none of this makes a damn lick of sense.
He lets out an almighty gasp once they're inside the room, breath rattling as he sucks in panicked breaths, it's all that fills up the room they're in for a moment and he's painfully aware of it. He looks up at Finch with incredulity once he speaks, and belatedly yanks his hand free of Finch's grasp so that he can stagger a step back and lean forward onto his knees. "That's what-" Jesse lets out a choked stutter of a laugh, pants hard and gestures wildly to the door.
"Yo, your dad transforms into goddamn Eight-Legged Freaks and that's what you ask? What the fuck am I doing in- How about what the fuck is going on?"