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Coraline knew what she had to do. Coraline hid him out of sight and threw the key at the creature in front of her. Its head snapped up away from the little boy, button eyes narrowing at Coraline and long red claws curling into her palms. She smiled at Coraline, blood and gore covered her dress, as she stepped forward and away from Sawyer towards her. Coraline stepped back, she had to get her away from him. She wouldn't let her hurt anymore kids.

"Come on, what are you scared of? Me? I'm just a thing, a kid and you're scared of me! You're pathetic!" Coraline shouted at her. The buttons flashed and then she was moving, her body elongating and twisting into the monster she truly was. She was scared, she was terrified of her but she had to be brave. She had to save him. The Sawyer Other Mother creature moved quicker than Coraline remembered, her claws reaching out to grab her and Coraline let out a shriek, stumbling backwards onto a hallway floor that hadn't been there a moment ago.

Looking behind her confused, Coraline stared at the long hallway for a moment before remembering she needed to run. Scrambling backwards, Coraline rolled back and up onto her feet in one fluid motion and it was only then that she saw or rather didn't see. The Other Mother was gone, the boy was gone, the room was gone and only a long hallway remained in both directions. A long hallway with no windows, no doors and eerie flickering lights.

"I don't understand," Coraline said quietly, turning around on the spot as she tried to figure out what was going on. The place was silent except for the ticking that echoed down the corridor. Coraline felt an unease spread through her body at the noise. This place was wrong and she had to get the Other Mother and then she had to getout. Coraline ran down the corridor screaming. "Where are you? Come on! Come out and face me you coward!"

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Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Steady in the background, but jarring with her pulse, time was moving forward in quick, halting steps. It made Claire feel small, the steady beat which she had no control over, but held her captive to its effects. Shadows stretched further down the hall without any obvious source, and dust began to coat the lockers with a sleepy gray color as she walked, sneakers tapping against the linoleum. Anytime now, she'd be outside. Anytime now, she'd be stepping out the front entrance of Union Wells, her family's minivan parked not a few yards away with Lyle tapping his foot impatiently inside. But the further she walked, the more she realized that she'd lost count of the classrooms lining the hall, lost track of how long she'd been walking, because each second lost its value as more passed by. Breath growing short, Claire broke into a run, wheezing as her shoes thudded against the floor and tears ran down her cheeks.

"You can run, Claire," a deep voice sounded from above, echoing down the hall. Sending a terrified glance over her shoulder, Claire tripped and fell with a sickening snap, gasping as she grasped her ankle. Broken.