User:The Koromo/The Hall of the Mountain Queen (in progress)

I. In the Hall of the Queen of the Mountain
"Here follows the Way whereby Witches copulate with those Devils known as Incubi" - Chapter IV

"And he bearing his cross went forth into the place of skulls or, as it is known in the Hebrew, Golgotha" - John 19:17

When the ferry dropped them off at the mainland they had been more than eager to rent an RV to readjust to driving, the quicker the better. A few of them who were more prone to seasickness had their own distinct ways of shaking off the misery they'd had on the boat ride - Leo stared down at his feet in attempt to avoid any sort of eye contact with the sea, Madeline leaned against the suitcases so no one would see her purge if she did, and Sarah threw up off the side of the pier, her face red as she felt the eyes of probably disgusted passersby on her back. The other six of them merely stared on with awkward patience, and soon when everything seemed okay they had been lead to the RV rental down the road.

The RV was a tight fit and the suitcases din't help matters, but it presented no real problems - they'd blasted up George Parks Highway until nightfall, their destination in Fairbanks. They were on their third play of Come My Fanatics..., dense forests of pine and foliage all around them, when Sarah had spotted it. A deer bounded up from the dark brush into the highway, frozen in the headlights. Mitchell, who drove, was bobbing along to the music until Sarah's shout had interrupted him - he stared ahead and, with a scream, attempted to swerve sideways. The deer had survived and dashed back off into the darkness, unscathed, however when the RV swerved, it was sent barreling through the guardrail in one piece, Mitch's hands still glued to the steering wheel in rapid motion. The vehicle had pummeled into a tree, but the grasp of the mud suppressed it a little, otherwise they'd have all been dead.