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Vernon slithered to the edge of a branch, jumping around in the trees - just like he did when he was little, looking for the exit. Just like he had done minutes ago, taking care of the soldiers.

 

He hid deep in the trees, lost. He was seperated from Milla, Sasha, and Eva; as he heard footsteps draw near.

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A soldier pointed a gun down at him, firing the last shot. Everything went black, as his life began to flash before his eyes - this was any Psychic's chance to escape, but it was so compelling, to see all the beautiful moments and all the dark secrets.

 

It began like a slideshow - just pictures of Vernon as a youth, until it started showing almost video-like moments. Vernon lifted a cup with his mind on accident, and his father struck him down to the ground.

Flash.

He walked through the woods, crying, until a helping hand of a Psychonaut extended to him.

Flash.

He looked around at the camp in awe, staring into Franke's face abruptly, as she smiled back at him.

Flash.

He unpacked his backpack, as Franke came into his cabin.

Flash.

He headed to the docks with her.

Flash.

He saw the water.

Flash.

He didn't see the move she had coming.

Flash.

She crept up and threw him in, laughing darkly.

Flash.

Vernon ran from camp, crying.

Flash.

Vernon drank himself out of his memory.

Flash.

Vernon saw the world unravel around him, a world of terror and hatred rising around him.

Flash.

Vernon cried, falling to the ground, shot in the back.

 

The world was completely black around Sasha, Milla, and Eva, but they were obviously not dead. Vernon's adult form was shown briefly in the room, before the trio were thrown into the new order of his mind.

 

But he had to be here somewhere.

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