Lost in Wonderland : PD

Once they followed the White rabbit through the door, they fell down the Rabbit hole that led them directly into the World of Children’s imagination – Wonderland.

 

Lost in Wonderland.
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The mad world of Wonderland. Access can be gained through the mirror in the Greed Kingdom’s ball room or the Rabbit Hole.

Razorbackwriter:

Wonderland

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No sooner had the door slammed shut, that the white rabbit disappeared from view. The floor was like that of a chess board, that started to spiral downwards like a huge slippery slope at a carnival. With a loud whoosh and a scream, the first to fall was Alice, who was followed quickly by Scar and of course, Mariela’s family : Tessa, Sam and Sean. Around and around, down and down they went in what was the longest slippery slip in history. As they passed, there was blackness, which suddenly flashed pictures of memories of their past. For each they would see a different thing. For Scar…he only saw himself as what he was in Wonderland – the Mad hatter. The white rabbit had tricked them, and now they were falling down a virtual rabbit hole into the other world. One would think the mirror was the only way, but the rabbit, whoever it really was had created another hole in time and space. How had he done this? Easy….the time piece – the same one that had been spun when the Prince of Gluttony took the right hand of doom. The domino effect had now come to Greed of all places. The one place that had suffered so much already.

Their screams soon died down as the spiral ride was taking so long. In fact it was easy to forget that they were sliding to what might well be their doom.

“Not again…not again.” Scar kept repeating, while Alice was giggling. She always chose the wrong moments to have a giggle fit. “Hope there is a cushion pile at the bottom!” she sung out to the others.

Faster and faster they went, till finally there was a bright light coming from below. The end was in sight. And then like out of some prize shoot, they all were spat, landing on a large grassy knoll. Alice landed first, with Scar landing on top of her. Tessa, Sam and Sean would come out last. Like being projected from some sort of canon. On looking at what they came out of, it would appear to be a large tree with a trap door, that shut and sealed up the moment that they had all landed.

All around them was a massive garden. Tall grasses that towered over them, and flowers as big as dragons. Behind them were ginormous mushrooms. A gate that was on a path nearby, suddenly started to open. The gate was made from gold, and glistened in the light. Scar’s face fell as soon as he saw it. Rummaging around, he then looked for his hat. It wasn’t on the ground and it certainly was not on his head.

“My hat?!!” He screamed, looking at the other four in fright. Scar gripped his hair and started tearing at it. “I’ve lost my hat….My hat….Oh no. Oh..no.”

“It could be worse, Hatter.” Alice pipped up, getting off the ground and smoothing out her dress.

“How?’ Scar was now getting angry.

“You haven’t lost your mind yet.”

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~RB~

Dessy:
Why were they following a rabbit? Tessa had no clue, but she really didn’t have time to speak on it because Scar grabbed her hand, and she had to quickly link arms with the brothers. They were sliding down a slope, that seemed like a slide. As they slid down, memories passed around. For Tessa, she saw memories of when her and Marie were young – little kids. For the brothers, they saw memories of their family – and the memory of the day they lost their sister, when she burned with their house.

What first started as screaming, had eventually stopped because of how long this damn thing was. Scar was repeating “not again”, and Alice was laughing. Seeing there was light, Tessa sighed with relief as it seemed to be the end. After Alice and Scar fell, Tessa fell first – then the brothers fell on top of her. Tessa groaned and shoved them both off, before standing up and dusting herself off. She looked around, seeing a large tree and then a door… that closed. Well. Looks like they couldn’t head back that way.

Tessa turned when Scar started freaking out about his hat. “What’s so important about the hat?” she spoke, but she turned to look at Alice as Alice spoke. What did she mean that Scar hasn’t lost his mind? Wait a minute… This all sounded way too familiar. “Wonderland?” she then asked. “Why did we go to Wonderland, of all places?” she added, looking around her. “Wonderland?” Sam questioned. “You mean like… Alice in Wonderland? As in the book?” Sam spoke again.”Woah, wait. That can’t be possible. Alice in Wonderland is just a book. It can’t be real.” Sean spoke.

“Well… My best friend is a witch, and her brothers are witches, and we were just in Hell, which is also in a book, that said best friend got sent to and is now ruler to Greed…” Tessa began listing, moving her hands as she spoke. “I think at this point anything is possible, and as we can see, Wonderland is apparently not just a book but also another reality in Hell.”Tessa continued talking. “… Or something.” she continued. “Well… It’s okay. Marie will get us out of here. We know that.”Sam said. “Sure…” Sean started. “But she has to figure out a way to Wonderland first…”

 Razorbackwriter:
Wonderland

“What’s so important about the hat?” It was a simple question that Tessa made. Surely she remembered the hat’s significance. It was how he had found the trio in the first place, after being sent into his hat by Raul when in the maze. Mariela used the same hat to bring him back, but the question was…did he lose it before or after he went through the door? He simply could not remember. Running up to the large oak tree that they had been spat out of, the alp kept pressing at it, hoping that the trunk would open the trap door. Feeling and panting hard as he looked completely panicked. They had slid so far and for so long, that maybe the hat would be the last to emerge. With the tree having turned into just a normal tree however, it was now impossible to tell.

“My magic….that hat. That hat….is my magic.” Words coming out backwards then forwards. Was the madness starting to already take hold. Scar certainly didn’t talk like this in Hell…not the Scar they knew. Still patting the tree frantically, and then listening with his ear to the trunk before knocking again, a tiny window opened in the tree and a squirrel wearing a night cap tossed out a chest nut at the head of the hatter, before chittering angrily in his own little language, before shaking a curled fist. Scar must have woken him up. The nut donked the alp’s head and bounced off, as the alp glanced up to see the creature, who blew a raspberry before slamming his window and going back to his little bed.

“Even the squirrels are against me.” Scar muttered, before he turned back to the trio who were now asking each other about Wonderland. Sam and Sean were both debating on it being real, and Tessa began listing all the crazy things that were real in their life, drawing the conclusion that anything was now possible. Her strong belief that Mariela would figure it all out in time being their only real hope.

“But she has to figure out a way to Wonderland first…”

Scar then blurted….“The mirror!” His eyes flashed so you could see the whites as he took off, but calling over his shoulder for the others to follow. “I know where it is!” Scar as Hatter knew where the mirror was….or at least he thought he did.

If the others followed, they would be lead through the giant garden of flowers, that all bent their head and stared down to watch the tiny group make its way down a golden path…a little road made from…yellow bricks?

There was one however that didn’t follow. The girl in the blue smocked dress stood there with a wide grin, before turning tail and skipping in the opposite direction, whistling as she went. The rabbit had skedaddled, and now it seemed that Alice was doing the same thing. The big question was….why?

Reaching the clearing that was at the center of the start of what looked to be a maze very similar to that of the Maze of Greed, Scar screeched to a sudden stop, with the boys and Tessa coming right behind him. The frame from the mirror still stood…..but the glass was missing.

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“No….no no no no….NOOOOOOO!” He screamed, tugging at his hair and running around to the back of what was the mirror frame and putting his hand right through it, as it came out the other side. No hat….no mirror….no way back. It was then he peered past the others and noticed Alice was missing.

“Where’s Alice? ALICE! Alice you bitch!” Scar was looking all around, trying to see where the girl had gone too. In his haste to find the mirror, or what was left of it he forgot all about the girl. “You stupid HOE!” There was clearly no love lost between Alice and the alp now. The penny was starting to drop for the Alp. No hat….no mirror. Something must have happened in that ballroom. There was no Jabberwrocky….no rush of card soldiers. The most frightening scenario was starting to play out in the alp’s head.

Suddenly the sound of horses hooves was heard, coming down the yellow brick path and when the Alp turned he saw what was a White knight on a white horse. He was huge, much bigger than the Alp and his friends. Rearing up as he reached the area, the White knight lifted his helm to reveal his face……a very familiar face to those that knew….

“You finally returned, eh, Hatter?”

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“The White Queen wants a word.”

~RB~

The Maze of Greed – Part Eleven : SS.

 

Danger is lurking around every corner of the maze.  Lydia and her warlock, Raul are going to be reunited in the hunt for Mariela and Bandit.  Scar, is still trapped in the hat, but he has sent the young witch’s family to her rescue.  While all this goes on, a dark figure watches over all.  Death…is coming.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Dessy, Phyln, and Artie.

 

 

Artie:  Bandit helped to keep herself up in Mariela’s arms, her lips pursing slightly at the sounds of hellhounds. Amazing how Lydia got some at her disposal, Lucifer kept them to himself most days. Though, with her obtaining of them Bandit could only assume that they weren’t really the top-notch of his elite squad. “Listen, man, I don’t really know you but those things are literally impossible to kill. You can knock them out but that’s next to impossible. I think our best bet here is to make a run for it, or we’re all going to be fucked.” She looked at Douglas, not quite taking in the irony of her words in that she couldn’t run, much less move her legs at all. She leaned into Mariela yet still felt guilty for having the other person carry her – clearly, Bandit didn’t like relying on others. “And if you even want to see Quinn again, I’m sure you don’t want it to be when she sees your soul thrashing about in the river. That place ain’t for the faint of hearted.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Screaming protests coming from behind him went virtually unheard as the Giant started to run into the direction of where the hell hound roars were coming from. When the chips were down, Duggie was a man of action, not words. This would leave Mariela left behind holding onto Bandit. She’d been given the order to run by the Giant, as he tried to stave off the oncoming attack forces of Lydia. Pounding footfalls raged along the inside of the maze, while a few turns away, the hell-hounds of Greed were getting closer. Their craving for blood so great, having been near starved by the evil Demoness of Greed and Ambition.

As Lydia strolled along behind her trusted dogs of war, there came a spluttering from a nearby hedge wall. It was enough to have the Demoness stop in her tracks. A cloud of leaves spewed out of the hedge covered in spittle, followed by the angry snarl of one very annoyed warlock. Lydia of course, recognized the voice and then stuck her hand into the hedge, only to drag Raul out by his collar. When his head appeared, Lydia leaned down and stared him in the eyes.

“You let yourself get caught in the bushes?!”

“When were you going to tell me that a giant lurked in this maze?” He replied just as angrily. A huge egg like bump on his head. It still smarted. “Giant? What giant?” This was certainly news to her. Lydia brought the maze over from the Fallen mansion. She had no idea that someone was in it. Growling, she gave a good hearty tug of Raul’s collar and the rest of him fell free of the hedge’s grasp. He lay on the ground at her feet, panting heavily, but not before looking up at her. She was wearing a dress and tight pants that were more for hunting. So…she decided to come down off her pedestal and join into the game. The warlock pushed himself up to standing, brushing the leaves off his coat, when Lydia grabbed a fist full of his shirt and snarled at him.

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“Don’t EVER disappear on me for the sake of another woman…again!…Do I make myself perfectly clear?” Lydia had a powerful grip, that was easy to see, and though the Warlock tried to pull back he found that she was a lot stronger than she looked.

He was about to answer, when he heard the barking and snarling of the hell hounds that Lydia had released into the maze. “There’s hell hounds in this thing?!” It was the one beast of hell he particularly didn’t care for. They were unpredictable, and savage in their attacks. Rarely paying any attention to their masters, or Mistresses as the case may be. Lydia gave a little shrug, not really caring for his opinion on her actions.

All Raul knew was that his Bandit was in the maze with these hell dogs, and in her state from his recollection, she was not going to possibly outrun the Hell hounds. For once in the evil Warlock’s life, he didn’t want Lydia to win.

“Come along then, my pet and see the end of that cheeky little witch and her babbling alp now!” Skirts swishing as she headed off after her hell hounds, Raul marched along silently behind her. Lydia didn’t know that Scar was no longer in the maze.

Far off in the maze, the first of the hell hounds rounded the corner and leapt up at the Giant, who swung his battle axe with a marksman’s like precision. ~WHACK!~

“Cop that ya stinkin’ mongrel!”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela continued holding Bandit with ease, only adjusting slightly so she could switch the hat to her other hand. She looked down as Bandit spoke, giving a nod of agreement.“I agree with Bandit. I don’t know much about Hellhounds, but I know Lydia. And if Hellhounds are as bad as described, and Lydia has them – we need to run.” she spoke. Bandit mentioned something about his soul thrashing in a river, but the Giant wasn’t listening. Next thing the girls knew, the giant was running towards the Hellhounds, and he was screaming for them to run. “Well… Looks like it’s just us.”Mariela said simply.

But she didn’t argue. “Hold on tight.” she said, then turned around and began running for it. As they ran, they could hear the Giant and his giant axe being smashed on the Hellhounds. But Mariela didn’t turn around – she had a feeling Lydia was searching for her specifically, since the Hellhounds showed up, but no Lydia. She kind of already figured she’d have to fght Lydia, but at the moment her main priority was getting Bandit to safety.

They made it far enough to where the Giant and the Hellhounds could no longer be heard. Mariela slowed down to a walk, walking over and placing Bandit on the ground somewhere, before catching her breathe. “We’re safe, for now. Just give me a second.” she said, looking down at Bandit. She then paused to look around the maze, and narrowed her eyes as if in thought. “I wonder if…” she started, but trailed off. “Here, watch this.” she told Bandit, placing Scar’s hat beside her. She then walked over to a hedge that was covered in vines, tilting her head. She held out one hand, before picking her other one up slowly and beginning to move it. She moved it forward then moved it back, as if she was pulling the vine. The vine moved off of the wall, following the movement of her hand. She moved her hand to the right, and the vine followed. Mariela then moved her hand over her head, moving it in a circle. The vine began to wrap it’s self around a nearby statue.

“It works!” Mariela said with a smile, stopping the hand above her head, causing the vine to stop moving. She then closed her held out hand, before moving both hands down. “That makes things easier.” she said with a nod, turning around to Bandit. She could control Earth and nature – and being in a maze that was full of plants, vines and nature – she had benefits. She smiled as she walked towards Bandit, kneeling down to pick her up again. But then she felt a strange, yet somewhat familiar energy from behind her. “Shit…” she mumbled, standing up and turning around. She suspected it to be Lydia – so she prepared herself. But that’s not who it was.

There was a light, and then a “pop” as three figures stood in front of Mariela and Bandit. “Marie, stop! It’s me. It’s Tessa.”the female of the group spoke, letting go of the collar they were holding and stepping forward. “I’m here with your brothers… Sam and Sean.” she gestured to them, both stepping forward. Sean held the collar, but they all stared at Mariela.

“What?” Mariela asked, blinking in a bit of confusion. But when they stepped forward and she saw their faces, she widened her eyes before running toward them and getting welcomed in a group hug. “Oh my god!” she said when she pulled away. “Wow! Tessa, you’re as beautiful as ever. And Sam and Sean… you two have grown so much!” she spoke to each of them. “What are you doing here?”

“Scar sent us here. His hat sent him down to Earth, and thanks to the help of a spell in one of your journals we were able to save, he managed to send us back.” Sam spoke, nodding to his brother. “He said you needed help with someone named Lydia after we talked to him in the forest. We didn’t believe him for a second.” Sean spoke. “So Scar is alive…” she spoke, turning around to look at Bandit. “That’s why he wanted us to jump into the hat! It’d send us back to Earth where he knew we’d be safe.” she spoke, before turning back around. “Where is Scar?”

“He couldn’t come with us. But he said if you still have his hat, just call his name into it to summon him.” Tessa said, and Mariela turned around and gestured to the hat. “I do have that hat.” she said. “Good… but we don’t have time for that right now. We have to move.” she said, but paused. “Wait…” she said, taking the amulet off and handing it to Mariela. “That survived the fire. I had to wear it to be brought here… plus, I figured you’d need it to have full control of your powers.” Tessa spoke, and Mariela took the amulet. She looked it over, before slipping it around her neck. The red amulet glowed for a second after she put it on, as did Mariela’s green eyes. She nodded her head, before turning around to Bandit. “I know you’re confused… but I’ll explain later. It’s a long story.” she said, kneeling down and picking Bandit up.

“Who’s she?” Sean asked. “This is Bandit. We’re running from the same person. Me and Scar found her in the maze bruised and bleeding, and I tried to heal her. Unfortunately, something went wrong with my magic and she became paralyzed. So she can’t feel her legs.” Mariela said, receiving a nod from them. “There’s one other in the maze – a giant named Douglas. He was holding back the Hellhounds so we could run off. No idea how he got here.” she said.

“Enough talk. Let’s move!” Tessa said, running over to grab Scar’s hat. She then began running forwards, leading the way. Mariela was next to her with Bandit with her two brothers running behind – it was as if they were guarding her.

 

Phyln:  The group parted ways in front of him the giant dashing right past blinded by his own agenda heading back the way Solomon had come. his head turned slowly as he kept his eyes on the giant until he was out of sight and the sound of combat echoed back. his head snapped back towards the two girls as the quickly headed off the other direction, this made his decision easier pivoting on his heel he followed the direction of the giant. the other two don’t seem to be in any immediate danger my best bet is to head to the area of conflict the clacking of his boots and the methodic tick of his cane on the ground was only overshadowed by the sound of battle gradually growing louder as he approached. With a swift movement he changed his grasp on his cane now holding it like a sword as he covered the last few meters and the giant came into view. the sight ahead of him caught him off guard while the giant alone was quiet a surprising sight the hellhounds were an unwelcome one. such rapid feral beast he could easily get dragged into this. With a sigh he finished his approach and remained a small distance away not close enough for the giant to consider him hostile but still maintaining a good view and with any luck staying out of the way of the hounds. unsure of how they would fair against each other he decided that regardless of the victor of the battle he watched he would either have a giants soul or that of a few hounds.

 

Artie:  Bandit held onto the running Mariela, wincing with each bumpy step. She knew that Mariela was trying to be careful, but it wasn’t pleasant. Walking, she had been able to deal with. Running.. each step of the little witch sent Bandit’s wounds to be on fire, the injuries fixed externally but merely patched together hastily internally. As she was set down, the thief breathed relief and focused on Mariela’s powers. Had she been unaccustomed to such shows, perhaps she would have gazed in wonder, let out a “wow” or “whoa.” Alas, Raul’s more intensive magics only made Bandit gaze with apprehension, her brow raising. “You’re stuck inside a giant maze and you only remember now that you have powers over plants?”

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A sigh made her tilt her head back and close her eyes, hand resting limply on the ground. As Mariela finished and leaned over her, Bandit would suddenly open her eyes and blink in surprise. “Shit..

Imagine an invitation to a family reunion of a roommate, but it wasn’t your family to begin with and your roommate who you’d just met invited you to come. Well, you may possibly be involved with your roommate in the future, so you don’t want to get off on the wrong foot and just say ‘no,’ do you? Yet at the same time as they exchange in their ‘hello’s you feel an profound urge to simply run away, but alas you cannot, because you’ve been forced into this situation to begin with. This was exactly the feeling that Bandit had, intensifying the curses in her head that she held for Raul. Blast him! Blast him to bits! Though, this Mariela character had a good heart, and Bandit suddenly found herself wishing to be more like her. Though, in her core Bandit was, it had just not been realized. Care for someone such as Riley did not come from a thief like Bandit, yet it was there. Somehow, she could be turned into the caring individual that, perhaps, living a normal life would have made her be.

“Can’t you just call the guy while we walk? You can call someone and run at the same time, can’t you?” Bandit wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, just bring light on the situation. She figured that right now, it would be best to have all the people on their side as necessary… especially with hellhounds on the loose. “Why don’t you use your powers and just part all the hedges? There’s got to be an exit, or you can make one, can’t you?” She grunted as Mariela ran, taking the brunt of the movements.

The little thief could only feel pain, but boy, at least it was something.

 

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Douglas the Giant was fighting valiantly up ahead in the maze. One…two…three hell hounds were attacking one after the other, as the might giant swung his battle axe at them much like a cricketer swings a bat. For each hell hound he hit, another seemed to take his place. One lunged at the giant’s left arm and the Giant twisted his waist and swung the bastard hound off and into the waiting bushes. The hell hound landed a good ten feet away, before coming to its senses and rising once more. These dogs seemed to be unstoppable, and as much as Douglas tried to keep them at bay, it was soon going to be a lost battle. He was trying to give the witch and her disabled companion time in which to make a getaway, or at least find the center of the labyrinth and end their nightmare.

As he swung at yet another barking hound, he could hear the dark cackle of the arrival of the Mistress of the Hounds of Greed. The Princess bitch herself, Lydia – now rounded the corner, and when the Giant clapped eyes on her, he snorted through his huge nostrils and gave her dog one extra powerful whack. This was enough to send the hell hound flying over the nearest hedge wall – yelping as it did so.

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“NO!” Lydia roared, raising up her hand as the dark green energy within her was starting to build out of her fury. Raul came around the corner shortly there after and saw the battered giant facing off against Lydia.

“That’s him! The one that knocked me into the bushes.”

“AYE! AND I DIDN’T HIT YA HARD ENOUGH!”

The giant gripped his battle axe with a white knuckled intensity as he stared the two down. “I’m not afraid of you two. Yer the bitch that put this maze here. Bet ya didn’t think I was here, did ya?” Douglas spat down at the ground at her feet, and sneered. “I seen better heads on a mug of beer, Ya ugly trollop!”

~gasp!~ Did the Giant really say that? Lydia brought her free hand up to her face, absolutely horrified that he would make a crack about her new face. Raul, who was standing in behind tried very hard to suppress a chuckle, since the idea of having a crack at Lydia’s appearance was kinda funny.

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“You might want to keep that trap of yours shut, unless you want the Princess here to do something nasty.”

“I AIN’T TAKING ORDERS FROM YOU, YA DICKLESS TWAT!”

Douglas roared again as he swatted away yet another hell hound that lunged at him, this time hitting so hard that all you could see was the hell hounds arse sticking out of the hedge.

“This the best you got, bitch! I lived with a freakin’ hell hound. One a darn sight better than your show dogs.”

Raul brought his hands up, as though he had seen enough as the hair on the back of Lydia’s neck bristled. The powerful green ball was glowering in her hand, and it matched the fury with the one on her face. Her hell hounds were coming off second best to the Giant’s fury and powerful swings. But what he didn’t count on, was the Princess’s power. Gritting her teeth in anger, she released the massive green ball of energy at the Giant, which hit him hard in the chest. Douglas staggered backwards as he jerked and spasmed violently. She continued to warp and bend the energy till it wound its’ way all around Douglas, who now had one band of green light wrapped tight around his neck. It was slowly lifting him off the ground.

Watching from in behind, Raul tuttered and folded his arms.

“I did try to warn you, mate.”

The Giant dropped his battle axe and was clutching at the green energy ringlet around his neck, gasping and spluttering violently, as his legs kicked out in desperation. His eyes were bulging practically out of his head, it was a poor way to see the giant fare against the might of Lydia. Lydia threw her hand far right and this sent Douglas spinning up and well over the hedge wall….far out of sight. Only after a good ten seconds did you hear the earth shuddering crash of his body hitting the earth. The tremor was enough to be felt at least a kilometer away. Reigning in her power, Lydia snarled and pushed up her sleeves.

“One down…..two to go!”

The Princess started to march onward, stepping over the bodies of her fallen hell hounds. Raul let out a sigh and followed along behind. Lydia had no idea that there were more in the maze, than just the alp and the witch. She didn’t count Bandit, as she knew nothing of her.

 

~RB~

 

A ticking time bomb – BC.

 

When magic is happening right out in the open, it would be very hard to explain.  Knocking out Selina in order to keep her true self repressed posed even more problems for Ava and the young Teacher; Joel.  

Scene setting :  The Council HQ, Blood City Series.

This is co-written with Gene and Temp.

 

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Insane. That was the best word to describe what was happening in the reading room. We know and accept what happens in our world, because, logic. Logic and what we are taught from a young age as to what is real and what is fantasy. But what if everything you had ever believed could be turned on it’s head in a single moment. That being when a plush toy comes to life and starts screaming at you. Not just to do the unthinkable – knocking out a child, but also telling you off for picking it up. Joel, dropped Tallulah on the table, right at the same time that all the papers and documents that had been in the box blew up and danced about the room as though there was a freak wind storm. It was enough not only to block Joel from seeing Ava perform a spell on Selina to put her to sleep, but it also stopped passersby in the corridor to seeing what was going on within. Papers danced and whizzed past Joel at an alarming speed. It was like being in a wind tunnel and he madly tried to catch them out of the air. If any of them ripped or tore, he was going to be up for more then the initial fee that the paid in the beginning.

Only when the papers started to settle, and Joel was trying to put them in a pile, did the plushie talk again.

“Woah man, that was CLOSE! Good job human.”

Course, the plushie was speaking to Selina. Joel had no inkling that there was not just one witch in that room, but two. Rising to stand and putting the papers back into the box, the young teacher realized that he was in way over his head this time. He wanted to have a cigarette so badly, just to calm his nerves which were frayed. It was one thing to deal with an abusive talking plushie, but now they had an unconscious girl, who could be a real danger to them – not that he even could begin to understand why. One thing he did know though, they couldn’t stay in here.

“Okay….so the name Steiness is bad for some reason.” He couldn’t believe he was going to even attempt to talk to the abusive plushie, but he had to know. “Why?” You don’t just knock a girl out for no reason.

 

~RB~

 

Gene:

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With a spell being a success, Ava now held Selina in her arms. She quietly shuffled, doing her best to move Selina onto the chair. Now, since Selina was only sleeping, Ava knew if they continued talking loudly, she might wake. After ensuring Selina wouldn’t fall off of the chair, she looked to Joel and the toy and placed a finger on her lips, indicating they should be quiet.
Ava moved away from Selina, picking up the papers as quickly as she could and organising them into a pile. Her speed yet carefulness to not make a sound made it clear she wanted to move away from Selina. After seeing that display, it no longer surprised Ava that Selina was once a High Priestess. Even a human could have recognised the danger and power displayed in that one action. Her own magic tingled from sensing the immense power in Selina. But, now she could no longer sense it. There was definitely more to the girl than papers could reveal. Out of the corner of her eyes, Ava eyed the toy. It knew something important. Even though she had initially ignored the instructions of the toy – due to being bewildered – it knew what to do. It knew what was happening to Selina.

Finally cleaning up her own mess, Ava gestured for Joel to follow her. She would have proceeded to pick up the toy – or whatever it was – however, the way it reacted to Joel picking it up gave a clear impression. Instead, she settled with also waving her hand to the toy. Ava moved to the far corner of the room and waited for Joel and Selina’s toy to come.

“You know something,” She whispered, looking at the toy, “Who is she?” Despite their current situation, Ava’s voice was surprisingly calm, even though inside she was afraid. As of now, Ava didn’t care what had set Selina off.

 

Temp:  Selina was completely knocked out, and wouldn’t be causing trouble any time soon. Tallulah on the other hand was still very much awake, and she wasn’t very happy. Joel had picked her up which pissed her off, and then Ava seemed like she was going to attempt the same thing. Fortunately she decided against it and instead motioned for her to follow her and Joel. Obviously she didn’t want to wake Selina up. The Grimoire hopped off of the table and over to the two humans, looking up at them with an unmoving face. So they wanted to know more about Selina? At this point sharing information probably wouldn’t matter, so there was no need to ignore them. “Selina Shamandalie, High Priestess of The Black Halo. What else is there…She isn’t a child? Her real form is being suppressed?” What more was there to say about Selina that would make them understand who she was? Probably nothing. It’d be best to show them, but at the same time would be a bad move.

 

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Everything about this situation was now so fucked up, that Joel was beginning to regret ever having been a gentleman towards the young Selina in the first place. They were in the worst possible place to have just discovered that not only was Selina a High Priestess of the Black Halo, but she was not a real child. Her real form was being suppressed. Why would she be suppressed and kept asleep for five or so centuries. Probably because she was the be all and end all of dark magic. Joel was no idiot. He knew that the fact a talking cursed cat plushie was now opening up that her Mistress was someone of great importance and a danger not only to those around her but also herself. The flashing of her eyes, was the start of the troubles, so….if she had started to remember, as the teacher was trying to get his head around this, that not only were they in trouble, but those that worked and visited the Council HQ.

Joel slapped his hand to his forehead. Of all the places they had brought her too. Now, they had to get her out of there….and fast. Also, they had to keep her unconscious, for fear of what she could do if she woke up. The young teacher knew that there was no way that Ava was going to take the girl home, knowing what she was. Her parents were very important people in the city, and the last thing they needed was the High Priestess of the Black halo under their roof. Joel was also thinking that he couldn’t possibly take her home with him. What would his sister say?

He honestly didn’t know what to do. Or who to turn too.

Joel scratched his hair line and looked at Ava with a worried expression.

“Any ideas on where we can take her?”

~RB~

 

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The concise explanation the toy presented only left Ava with more questions. She began to say something, but stopped, instead choosing to rub her head. The silence that occurred after gave her some time to think about how to construct her questions.

“Any ideas on where we can take her?”

Ava looked up to Joel. That was a good question. Unfortunately, it was one she couldn’t answer. Where could Selina go? She’d need to be watched. By who? The two couldn’t do it; despite her appearance, Selina was dangerous, that much was clear. It was only by fluke that Ava had managed to stop her ‘real’ self from coming out.
Her face waned as a possible solution came to her mind.

“Should we-“ Ava hesitated. Even possessing the thought sent shivers down her spine, “If she poses a threat… Shouldn’t we,” Ava began to shake and her voice wavered, “Kill her?” After voicing her suggestion, she shook her head, “No, no, we can’t,” Though, her eyes flickered to Joel.

Tallulah would have obviously been against the idea. Joel, on the other hand, might not; even though Ava had backtracked on what she said, a part of her wanted Joel to agree with her and fuel the suggestion.

“What is her real form capable of?” Ava decided to ask Tallulah; maybe – just maybe – her real form wouldn’t be as bad as they thought. “Why would her real form pose a threat to us and the city? If it would, at all?”

 

Temp:  Tallulah would have had a very angry look on her face due to Ava’s suggestion, but she was not capable of that in this form. “I suggest you never say or consider that again, human.” Selina was her mistress, and as such she was bound to protect her. The fact this girl had the nerve to suggest such a thing in front of her was outrageous. At the mention of Selina being a threat to them she sighed. It wasn’t very easy to explain why Selina was a threat. “Selina was brought into this world with blood and dark magic rituals…so her mind is a bit…twisted…and her magic is unlike anything you’ve likely ever seen.” She was definitely dangerous, but whether or not she went about killing or blowing things up was uncertain. It was hard to figure out what Selina was thinking in her true form.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Joel could hardly believe his ears when Ava started to suggest that they kill the High priestess, rather than do any more to help her. Was she insane? Murder carried a life jail sentence, and Joel rather liked his life….on the outside of a prison cell. He hadn’t even been caught speeding, or had a traffic ticket. Breaking the law just was not in his books, no matter how dangerous a person or individual could be. Truth was, they really didn’t know what she was capable of, though Ava may have a better idea considering what and who she was – not that Joel was clued in to her true self. The Teacher just stood there, slack jawed. That was until the cat plushie demon thing put forth that they were never to say of consider that course of action. Joel held his hands up as though he was not taking part in that sort of plan.
“Don’t look at me, I can’t even kill a spider, let alone another being.” It was true, he simply didn’t have what it took to kill someone. So that was definitely out.

“Selina was brought into this world with blood and dark magic rituals…so her mind is a bit…twisted…and her magic is unlike anything you’ve likely ever seen.”

“I have yet to see anything magical in this day and age, aside….from well you…talking.” This was pointed out to Tallulah, as Joel didn’t have anything to compare with what Selina may or may not be capable of. Glancing down at Selina’s unconscious form, Joel knew that she would be too heavy for Ava to carry, and that it would be up to Joel to do the honors. He could hardly believe what he was now going to have to do.

“I’m going to have to take her home. I don’t know of anywhere else.” He looked exasperated and in need of a cigarette, but again he couldn’t exactly light up in the reading room of the Council HQ. Putting on his satchel across he body and swinging it to his back, he went to pick up the sleeping Selina in a fireman’s lift and then motioned for Ava to get the door.“You get the fluff ball, and we just leave the documents here for the officials.” They couldn’t take those with them, as they were government property. “There is a bus stop not far, we should head out there now, and I take her and Tallulah home with me.”

If Ava wanted an out, this was it. She probably had gotten more than she bargained for in the first place from the time she entered the Peach Cafe. Going home with a teacher probably wouldn’t look good.

 

~RB~

 

Gene:  

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As expected, the two didn’t respond well to her first suggestion; it might have been better in the long run to eradicate any possible threats by eliminating the source of them in the first place. It was a utilitarianism approach and maybe the whole City would have benefitted from their actions, however it didn’t deter from the fact it’d scar the morality of Ava and probably Joel.

As Tallulah responded to her question, it crossed out any possibility that they could reason with Selina’s true form.
“She’s evil,” Ava whispered to herself and then muttered, “Great…” When Joel commented about Tallulah’s ability to talk, Ava piped in, “How are you able to talk? And move?” As soon as Ava posed the question, she dismissed it, “Never mind,” It was clear they had to leave. Now.

Thankfully, Joel had volunteered to have Selina stay with him; it was likely Joel would be the one who had to do so. Ava couldn’t return home with an unconscious girl – what would her parents say? Her only concern, for Joel, was that Selina’s real form wouldn’t awaken in his house. With Joel’s instruction, Ava leaned towards Tallulah then recoiled, not wanting her to act badly.

“Do you want to go in one of my bags?” She suggested, gesturing over to them by the table. The thought hadn’t crossed Ava’s mind that she could back out. Her concerns regarding Selina clouded any thoughts – if there were any – of letting Joel handle Selina and going home; she was a part of the problem too. Perhaps, it was because she too was a Witch. Whilst Ava had never been in a coven – mostly due to her lack of knowledge if there were any other Witches – she still felt duty bound ensure Selina wouldn’t do anything bad. What chance did humans stand against a Witch like Selina, whom was supposedly powerful?

“We should say we are talking her to the hospital,” Ava advised; people would notice a man holding an unconscious girl more than a girl wearing the sort of attire Selina did.
If Tallulah jumped one of her bags, or allowed Ava to hold her, Ava would be following Joel, heading to his house.

 

Temp:  Tallulah watched Joel as he picked Selina up and eyed him to make sure he didn’t try anything. She’d been with her mistress for centuries now, so it should be obvious that they shared a bond of sorts. The real form of Selina loved her just like this fake did, but the two were different in every other way. It was obvious to her that these humans considered Selina to be some kind of ticking time bomb, and they weren’t really in the wrong. This was a matter that wasn’t going to be handled as easily as killing one person though, that much was certain. For now she would follow the humans, as they had her mistress, and jumped into the bag that Ava mentioned. She had no idea what was the best thing to do with Selina at the moment, but she needed to keep her safe.

 

 

The Maze of Greed – Pt 2 – SS.

 

Scar yells for Mariela to run off into the Maze, as he sets to try and defeat those that seek to harm her.  Namely, Lydia, the Princess of Greed.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy :  Mariela’s green eyes watched from behind the mask as the raven fluttered in front of him, turning back into the man Lydia was seen with at the ball. Her eyes squinted as she tilted her head, looking at the mirror he held in his hand. Soon Lydia’s face showed up, and Mariela widened her eyes before looking over at Scar, who she was now standing behind. Her gaze turned back to the mirror, and back to the Princess of Greed – the one she had trusted with her life, but now felt nothing but anger and betrayal. She saw the flick of his hat and looked down at it, staring at it for a few minutes before turning her gaze back up.

“Since when did you ever care about a woman’s heart? I always thought you were too wrapped up in a set of tits to even bother to care for a woman truly.” Lydia spoke, and this caused Mariela to widen her eyes before she looked down at Scar. The Alp was in love with her. That was it. That was why he asked her to be his date to the ball. That was why he was so eager to get her out of there and protect her when he was supposed to be serving Lydia. It all made sense now – sort of. Everything but the part about Lydia and Mariela’s supposed “greatness” and what Lydia wanted her for. Once again, she looked down at the hat, and one of her gloved hands that was behind her back had reached out to grab it.

But then Scar had run towards the raven man and the mirror.

Mariela quickly reached out and caught the hat in her hands. Afterwards, she kicked off the heels she was wearing that way it would easier to run. She looked up as Scar yelled for her to run, and she opened her mouth to speak, but instead she grabbed the bottom of her dress with her hand that wasn’t holding his hat, and she began running. Eventually she couldn’t hear the fight from behind her, but she continued running through the maze like Scar told her to do.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Blood dripped from the corner of Scar’s mouth as he had taken a violent punch to the right side of his jaw. The hit was enough to throw him off balance, but if you could see the raven man, he was in really bad shape. A lucky punch was all he had managed to get in so far, and Scar was just getting warmed up. Seeing Lydia make a run for it down into the mysterious maze, the Alp found his courage. Scar spat a blood lugey on the ground at the Raven man’s feet and snarled.

“So, Blackie. Lydia’s got you doing her dirty work now, eh? Feathering her nest too?”Scar circled around the raven man menacingly, who was trying to back away. It was safe to say without Lydia’s presence, he was not the courageous fighter after all. The mirror had been smashed into many pieces and littered the ground at the two men’s feet. The reflection had gone to black, as the other Lydia was in the main glass mirror at the center of the Labyrinth. The Raven man went to swing again, but Scar was faster. He snatched the raven man’s wrist and turned his arm in such a way, that it had the raven man’s knees buckling, and he went crashing to the ground. Scar grinned, his teeth stained with blood as he twisted harder. Bone could be heard to break and the raven man screamed in agony.

“STOP!…STOP!” His cries though went unheard, as Scar roared loudly and snapped the man’s arm. Instantly, the raven man changed back to that of the bird, and tried to flap its wings, but one of them was broken. It flailed about pathetically on the ground and this was when Scar tilted his head with a glorious grin spreading across his face.

“You…WILL NEVER HARM HER!” His boot came crashing down on the raven, breaking it’s neck. Blood spurted out from beneath his heal, as he stomped on the raven three more times – ensuring it was dead.

Scar finally came to his senses, and started to wipe the blooded feathers and guts off his boot. A sigh of relief released from his lips, but then he remembered that Mariela was now lost somewhere in the maze. Scar would find her, so long as she held onto his hat. Glancing back at the palace, which now had all its doors and windows sealed with a black crystal, Scar knew he had more time and took off after Mariela, in the efforts to catch up with her again.

Deeper in the maze, around the next turn from where Mariela was running, as a statue of a woman, with snakes and charms adorned around her near naked body. At the approaching footsteps, the eyes of the statue suddenly opened and the snakes all hissed – raising their heads.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela didn’t know how far she had ran, or where she was. All she knew was that she needed to keep running. Running through a maze wasn’t as easy as one could imagine. Every dead end Mariela would run into, she’d have to run in the other direction. This happened a few more times as the young witch continued to run. She didn’t stop, not even to take a breath or look at where she was going. She didn’t look back or turn around. She kept running.

She could see the castle and she noticed that the doors and windows were sealed. Apparently, the commotion in the ballroom was a lot worse than Mariela had originally thought. But she didn’t have time to stop and think about that – she had to keep running. She wasn’t sure if Scar had stopped fighting, or if he was looking for her or not. She had no clue, and even now as she ran for her life she was still confused on what was going on.

Mariela made a turn, and there she was met with a statue of a woman covered in snakes and charms. When she stepped closer, she saw the statue’s eyes open and this caused her to stop in her tracks and take a few steps back. Then she heard hissing, and the snakes from the statue started raising their heads up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mariela said in frustration with a huff.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The statue was made from marble. A fine and delicate white that was veined with a darker colour grey. The likeness to a real creature was uncanny, as though it was crafted by the most skilled of sculptures. But as Mariela would discover, there was much more to this statue than met the eye. The loud groan and cracking sound as the statue became animated would give the young witch great cause for concern and fright. There were about eight snakes that had curved their way around the statue’s body, and each was slithering against the cool of their Mistress’s marble skin. But as they moved, they each started to change colour, with vibrant gold rings that looked to be pumping some sort of toxin through their veins. It was a terrifying spectacle, only to be made worse with the shivering sound of their tails. Each set of snake eyes focused upon the young witch, their glowing yellow eyes ever fierce as one by one the heads snapped their jaws at Mariela.

In another part of the maze, Scar was running hard. Going as fast as he could to find his beloved little witch; Mariela. No doubt he had given her a good head start, but he also knew of the dangers that lurked within the hedged walls of the maze of Greed. It was not designed to be a fun obstacle course. Oh no. This was meant to be a one time only trip. Those that entered would be lucky to leave with their lives.

Lydia…..had made sure of that.

“I’m coming, Mariela!” The Alp cried out. His face contorted with the fear that something could happen to her if he was not fast enough. The maze like tracks kept leading him to dead ends, and his frustration was building. If only he had the time to explain the magic of the hat. Scar had never ever given it to anyone before. It was what made him who he was and in inexperienced hands, it could be deadly.

Another dead end.

“Mariela….if you can hear me. Put the hat on!”

Back at the statue, the evil looking snake woman lunged towards Mariela. Her clawed hands snatching at the air, trying to get a hold of her, while her snakes hissed and her charms and necklets clinked.

Dessy:  Mariela observed the statue carefully. It was made from marble, and had to have been sculpted from a very experienced sculpture – it looked too much like a real creature. The statue groaned, and Mariela’s face quickly twisted to one of concern. She took two more steps back. Mariela’s green eyes scanned over each snake, watching them change color, the entire time taking more and more steps back. Mariela turned her head to look behind her, before looking back at the statue. Where was scar? And what the hell kind of a maze was this? This seemed more like a death trap. Then again, Lydia probably planned it that way. All of this was Lydia’s doing. Evil, traitorous bitch.

As Mariela kept stepping farther back from the statue, her mind wandered on what to do. She couldn’t run. Fighting would probably just end badly. Scar sure as hell wasn’t any help. So what was she supposed to do? She then heard someone calling her name. It was faint – but she recognized Scar’s voice. “Scar!” the witch yelled back. She heard him mention the hat and she looked down at it. Of course! The hat! Why the hell didn’t she think of that sooner?

She looked up at the statue, then back at the hat. She quickly ripped the mask off of her face, dropping it on the ground. Then as soon as the statue lunged towards her, Mariela put on the hat and stepped to the right. The statue couldn’t seem to find her again. She was invisible. “Huh… The little Alp’s hat isn’t just a ridiculous accessory, after all.” she spoke aloud. She took this moment to turn around and start running again. If Scar was looking for her, whenever he found her mask on the ground, he should know what direction she ran off to. Hopefully.

 

 

 

 

The Hub.

The Hub.

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RB – The crowd bustled as it stood in the long formation of a line up just outside the Hub night club.  Saturday nights were always best and the cold eyed looks from the Tongan bouncers gave those that lined up hopefully a sense of impatience.  Tapping his foot, Rory looked down at his watch.  Jacinta was late….again.  It was her idea to meet the gang at the club, and the young office clerk wondered if she had been kept back again by her power driven boss – Mister Hinkley.  Reaching into his jean pocket, Rory fished out his cell and checked the messages again.  Still – nothing from her.  ~Dammit, where could she be?~  he thought to himself.  There was still about ten people in front of him, and at least fifty in behind.  Cursing softly, he tapped in a message on his key pad and then hit send.  At this rate, he wouldn’t get in till well after midnight.

“Will that be all now, Mister Hinkley?”

Jacinta was standing in the door way of her boss’s office, chewing her bottom lip and hopeful that the presentations she had prepared were enough to suffice.  She had spent a good four hours on them, but she knew that there was no way that Hinkley would give her any credit.  The bespectacled manager scanned the series of documents from the brown folder, and finally gave a slow nod.  At least he wasn’t yelling.

“I think that should do it, Miss Lloyd.  You are free to go.”

If Jacinta could have she would have done a fist pump, but she knew that would be totally out of order.  Instead she offered a weak smile and turned on the ball of her right foot to scoot back down to her cubicle and grab her things.  ~I am so late.~  Her mind was racing, wondering if Rory was still down at the club waiting.  It was his birthday after all.  There was a brightly wrapped box on the desk that was in between two piles of papers and Jacinta haphazardly reached for it, stuffing it into her attaché case.  Rory was a sci-fi nut, and she had gotten him a special edition copy of some old Star Trek movie.  It was not her scene at all, but he went on endlessly about his love of Kirk.

The sound of the cleaners moving their floor sweepers through the building signaled just how late she was.  Cursing under her breath, Jacinta switched off her computer and snatched up her bag.  The sound of her heels, clacking quickly down the corridor to the lift would barely be heard over the steady hum of the carpet cleaners. The last anyone would have seen was the sight of Jacinta hurrying for the lift, as though her life depended on it.

Down on the street outside, there were few people about the foyer of Macquarie building.  Jacinta stepped out onto the pavement and looked up and down the street for a cab.  They didn’t often come down the business end of town this late at night.  ~Christ~  Jacinta was going to have to leg it.

~RB~

LP –     Rory’s head turned back, checking behind him with more of a frequency now that the line in front of him had diminished from the ten people who used to be in front of him to the two or three (two) that stood there now. The attendant doling out tickets had clocked out and someone new had stepped in for her about five customers ago. The replacement seemed to be a bit more experienced, on the ball, organzied, and overall better equipped to handle the job than the previous person. It was better for business, thought Rory, more economical. It was probably more efficient – again, better for business, he thought as he kept looking around (Where was Jacinta?). But, at this very moment, he wished that the other person was sitting behind the window – the more inept, less efficient, person. The dolt. The person who would give him just that much more time to wait for her.

“You too, huh?”

Rory’s head completed the half circle this time upon hearing the voice. The short girl behind him in line stared up at him for a reaction. At the quick glance at her he noticed only the smooth pale of her face’s white skin, several freckles, and the wry curve of her peach lips. From what his periphery gave him, she wore black. Had she been there the whole time?

“Sorry?” he said.

“I said, ‘you too,’ as in ‘did you also get stood up too?’ I figured the abbreviated version would be enough. Not that I want to pry or anything,” she said. Her voice, as he heard it, was somehow as smooth as her skin. She looked back at her toes as she finished.

Rory glanced down as well, hoping to bounce down to where she was looking and back in the time that her eyes came back up to his. Black. Boots, leggings, skirt – all black.

“And there’s no need to be sorry, either. We’re both here waiting for someone else, aren’t we? Someone who, let’s face it, probably isn’t going to show up.” She snorted in a chuckle. She looked back at him, a pearly smile widening. “Ironic isn’t it? At least it’s not your birthday.”

The comment itself was innocent enough. But how beautifully it matched her. Could the purity of her sarcasm have been better on anyone else at any other moment?

“Umm,” he began. She turned to him. Those eyes again. What was going on with those things? They had him. But his mind snapped back to Jacinta, and how she wasn’t there. He looked at the girl with complete focus. “Actually, it is my birthday.”

“Really?” She said, the hook of her wry smile snapping to its zenith. “Mine too.

RB – The sounds of police sirens filled the night air.  Jacinta was practically jogging, which in her heels wasn’t such a good idea.  Hell, if only she’d worn her pumps.  Her brunette hair bounced upon her shoulders, her eyes widening as a car sped past her and happened to drive right through a puddle.  The oncoming wave was unavoidable.  ~Kasplash~  Jacinta threw up her hands and let out a growl of indignation.  This just wasn’t her night.  The young secretary rolled her eyes, and gave her left foot a wiggle to shake off the excess water.  She’d been planning this night for weeks and had made arrangements for their friends to meet them inside. Her silk stockings now clung to her legs like a second skin, and the cold air nipped at her.  At this rate she was going to catch a cold.

Jacinta pursed her lips and then with a renewed sense of determination, she started off again.  The club must have been six blocks away, so if she picked up her pace, she should make it in twenty minutes.  Give or take.

As Jacinta crossed the next street when the walk sign turned green, a dark shadow came out from one of the adjoining streets.  The glow of a cigarette the only visible sign of light other than the street lamps.  Smoke wafted lazily about the man’s head; as unseen eyes followed the trail of the young woman.  It wasn’t safe to be out alone on a night like this.  High above the clouds parted to reveal a full moon.  Slowly, the man reached up for the cigarette that was clenched between his teeth and withdrew it slowly.  His fingers parted slightly, to allow the cigarette to fall to the ground where he simply left it.  Not even bothering to stamp it out.  Head bowed, the man pulled his hoody up over his head and started off after Jacinta – at a slower pace.

One says that we all have a sixth sense.  Intuition for when things aren’t quite right.  This would be the case with Jacinta.  Though the noises of the city streets were now a meld of cars, sirens and exhaust vents, she managed to hear the sound of foot falls coming in from behind her.  Ashen faced, Jacinta had to stop herself from looking back.  Surely it was just another late office worker, like her.  But curiosity got the better, and when she glanced back over her shoulder, she could just make out the outline of a tall man, wearing hoody and torn jeans.  She couldn’t see his face, but there was something in his left hand.  The flash of a silver blade.

~FUCK!~  Her mind screamed, yet no words escaped her lips.  Survival instincts kicked in, and Jacinta broke into a run.

~RB~

LP –    The bass from the inside of the club massaged both Rory and his new friend as they dipped past the ticket window and the statued muscles of the Tongan night guard and approached the main floor. He had put to the back of his mind the thought that he had bought her ticket and offered her the first drink of the night. It was a friendly gesture, the thought. Besides, his real date had stood him up, at least that’s what made the most sense. The more he talked to the girl who was in line with him, the more he wanted to feel like having a date for the night.  It was a chilly evening after all..

“And it is our birthday.” Perhaps it was the way she said it. The way her her cinnamon eyebrows hovered playfully over the green opals of her skin. There was something about her. Why not? He thought. It was just one drink. When Jacinta shows up, he would just tell her that he was making small talk with someone while he was waiting. Could she really be that upset?

Duster was the featured band of the night and it explained why the Hub was as packed as it was.

As they entered, a spot opened up at the small silver corner table right by the entrance. The girl stepped right in and pulled Rory’s arm over as if to show she was marking their territory.

“How’s this?”  she asked.

“Great” he said, feeling a comforting jolt of the sudden grasp of her hand on his. “Okay, I’ll head over to the bar. What’s it gonna – “

“What?” She yelled up at him, cupping her ears. The booming numbness of the band on stage, some no-name cover for the main event, scratched at the audible ambiance. It grated on the ears and it was natural that she couldn’t hear him.

Rory started over, decibels louder, with gestures. “I said, I’m going to the bar. What’s it going to be?” He made tilting wrist motion – the universal sign for alcohol, or ‘I need to drink.’

“Vodka,” she mouthed with a wide grin, mimicking his tilted wrist gesture.

Rory smiled back, comfortable, and turned to wedge his way through the crowd of dark-colored tops, tinted shades, gelled hair, and bling. He waited behind a couple of bodies for a few minutes before moving into ordering position.

“Vodka and a Long Island,” he told the bartender, a veteran with a tone build and clothing with tones low enough to match the club walls and the night beyond.

“You with her?” the bartender’s voice coughed as he readied two glasses with several crushes of ice.

Rory tapped a bit on the wood of the bar top and looked around. The bartender couldn’t have been talking with him. With all they have to keep track of, he was probably answering a question from –

“Hello??”

Rory looked back to an icy bold look from the bartender. The man’s strong peppered beard more prominent than Rory had noticed.

Rory leaned in, giving focus now to the man  behind the bar.

“I said, are you with her?” He made a quick point of his finger and then picked up a white rag and washed his work area.

Rory followed the quick gesture of the bar man back to the girl he came in with. Her head was cocked to the side, and her smile was locked on him. She brought a hand up and made a tilting motion.

‘How ‘bout that drink?’ she motioned.

RB – These heels were not meant for running in with the pavement doing untold damage.  But what was a pair of heels worth, when you were being chased?  Terror gripped Jacinta’s heart as she tried to weave her way down the pavement.  Arms pumping violently as she surged forward with her hair flying about her face.  Jacinta had never run this fast in her life, not even in middle school.  What would her gym teacher say?  It was amazing however the affect of adrenalin, when you thought your life was in danger.  The hooded man was closing in on her.  Why her?  Why tonight?  Where were the damn cops when you needed them?  Sure, she could hear the sirens, but they could have been a thousand miles from where she was running.  Without stopping, she bolted across a busy intersection.  A car horn blared while the screeching sounds of tyres breaking would give others in the vicinity cause to look.  One midnight blue sedan barely missed her – swerving just shy of her.  Jacinta turned her head back to see if the man was still on her tail, and this is when she got the shock of her life.  This man….this hooded assailant, leapt over the car bonnet.  Like something out of a movie.  Springing forward; with all the agility of a wolf.

A scream of terror tore from her lips as she snapped her head back around and continued on running.  She had to lose him, but how?  As the terrified young woman passed another street, she saw the entrance to an alley.  Darting down and across the street, she hurried in to a place where the street lights had little effect.  The darkness would be her camouflage.  A large industrial bin was to the right side and Jacinta ducked in behind it.  Her heart was beating so fast that she thought she might have a heart attack.  She placed her hand up on it, whilst gasping for air.  Her lungs felt like they were set to explode.

~Please, please go away~  Jacinta rocked back and forth, listening out for the sound of his oncoming footsteps.  Her lips parted with a single line of saliva hanging from her bottom lip.  This was not the way the night was supposed to have been.  Had it not been for her boss insisting she stay back to finish those damned presentations, she would be at the Hub – probably on her third drink.  Jacinta squinted her eyes tightly, bowing her head.  A single tear escaping from between her eyelashes and trickling down her cheek.

It was at this very moment that her cell phone buzzed.

Jacinta froze – her bag vibrating with the annoying tune of Gangnam style amplified on the small speaker.  Jacinta dug about in her bag to try and make it stop, with her fingers fumbling about inside it. Jacinta  carried so much junk about in her bag, things that she hardly ever used.  It was hard to find her phone through it all.

Out of the corner of her eye however, she could see the shadow….approaching her. A cold shiver ran down her back.  Was this it?  Her fingers curled around a small tin of deodorant, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

~RB~

LP – After the standard seven rings, Jacinta’s voicemail picked up. He sighed. “C’mon, c’mon. Where the fuck are you?” he muttered to himself while the robot recording played through. They had only been together for coming up on a month and he still hadn’t told her how much it pissed him off when people couldn’t take the easy three mintues to change their voicemail.

“Hey, J, it’s me,” Rory began, chuckling, “like you expected anyone else, right? Look, I’m already inside. I mean, I know you probably got held up by the Hink or whatever. Whatever. He’s a dick. Anyway, call me when you’re close, or…whatever, just come inside. We’re right by the…I’m inside by the door.” He clicked the phone off and dropped it back in his pocket. He almost let it out – his co-birthday, his order of Vodka, his cinnamon. The way it was looking, Jacinta wasn’t coming anyway. If she did, he would figure it out; ‘this is my friend’ he would say, someone who was there letting him share the table, ‘But moving on, where the hell were you?!’ 

Yeah, that would work.

He headed back toward the entrance way of the Hub, flashing the blur of blue ink on his wrist to the Tongans as he did. ‘Three fucking minutes,’ he thought.

There was a minor fear that she wouldn’t be there when he walked in. But that fear dissipated as soon as he popped his head around the corner. Her small form still sat there at the silver table, fingers interlaced around the clear and plain tumbler and her drink. Her eyes grabbed him in the dimness and the vibrant sounds from the stage. They were a hideous pounding, but he was too drunk to care, and not from the alcohol.

Kim was her name, or as she liked it, Kimmie. God, did that fit perfectly.

“Still cold outside?” she asked taking another sip of the vodka. She had made some progress since he had been away from the table.

“Not too bad,” Rory responded, taking his seat. Was his chair a bit closer to her?

She looked at him with a mild squint, almost trying to see behind his eyes. “Really?” she said.

“What?”

“‘Cold outside?’ You’ve never heard that one?” She scanned his face before shrugging it off and going back to her tumbler. “It means ‘did your date come?’ But I guess if I have time enough to explain it and you’re sitting here alone listening to me give you the explanation, then I guess it means that yeah, it’s still pretty cold outside.”

“Oh, right. Well, she probably got stuck at the office or something.”

She shook her head and mumbled something before knocking her head back and downing the last of her drink. “AAhhhh.” She let out a refreshing release from her drink and slammed the tumbler on the hard surface.

“Did you say something?

She smirked looking at her glass and then turned to him. “Yes, actually, I did. I said that I was probably going to be stuck here again on my birthday with another boring life sob story about whatever blah blah excuse why people can’t be happy or why the other person in their lives isn’t better in this way, that way, or the other.”

Rory’s glass was at his lips when he heard this. He lowered his glass to give him space to explain himself. “Whoa, wait, I wasn’t -”

“Just hang on a bit,” she started. “Happened on my birthday last year too; met some good-lookin’ guy, went to a bar, got drinks, and he bored the fuck out me and ended up talking with the bartender the whole night. I walked home,” she said. “Ha! The shit I get myself into.”

“No no, hang on a second,” Rory started. Where it would go, he didn’t know, but he had to figure something out. Jacinta wasn’t there, and if it wasn’t going to be her, he might as well enjoy his birthday. “I don’t even like the bartender,” he closed. It was the best he could do. He actually thought it was pretty good. He had only talked to the bartender once that night, and after the guy told Rory to watch out for this girl, he didn’t care if he talked to him again.

She snorted and looked over at him. She nodded in small bobs. “Good one,” she said. “Well, then how about another drink?”

“Haven’t even touched mine yet,” he said bringing his Long Island to his lips. “As soon as J gets here though, I think you might like her.”  It was more of a hope and he knew it. No, the truth was it was bullshit. He wasn’t sure how he would get out of it now. But with Cinnamon Kim at his side, he was starting to feel pretty good.

He took a long sip and set the drink down. “Let me just get this in me and we can go from there.”

“Alrighty,” she said, blurring in front of him. The vision of the inside of the Hub zoomed in and out. The walls changed faded and grew into new colors. He looked at her again. Her form was fully blurred and, with a crash, Rory’s eyes somehow found the ceiling.

From the floor, a tall form filled his blurred vision and stood above him. The figure crouched and Rory’s eyes closed.

“I thought I told you about her,” said the bartender.

RB – A slurred voice came out of the darkness, one that made absolutely no sense.  It was enough for Jacinta however to act.  She pointed the small aerosol can of deodorant towards the approaching man and pressed the nozzle down hard.  “Arrrrggh…what are you…doing?”  The man stumbled backwards awkwardly, his hands up to his face as the deodorant stung his eyes.  “Trying to blind me!?”  Seeing the man now, Jacinta realized it was not the same man that had been chasing her, but some homeless man wearing a torn coat and worn out shoes.  His hair was matted and sticking out like straw from beneath a fishing hat.  Feeling a surge of courage that came from God knows where, Jacinta launched herself at the stunned and blinded drunk – knocking him back so he would fall hard onto his ass.

“Bitch…I was trying to help!”  The gurgled reply came up from the man who was now down on the ground and reaching up for her.  The poor girl was so frightened that she refused to take his hand, but instead gave him a hefty kick in the side, enough to have him howl in protest.  The homeless drunk curled up in pain and groaned loudly, with Jacinta leaping over him and then taking off back to the main street.  By the time she reached the first lamp post, she was breathing raggedly, her eyes darting up and down the street.  The man she attacked was not the same one that had chased her down.  Surely he had to still be in the area. Not willing to chance another encounter, Jacinta took flight in the direction of the Hub.  It was only two blocks away and at the speed she was going, Jacinta would be there in a matter of minutes.

But what had happened to the hooded man?

The homeless man rolled over till he was on all fours, blooded drool dripping on to the pavement.  He coughed loudly, swearing and cursing at the girl’s antics.  His eyes were stinging from the deodorant and he blinked rapidly – causing his eyes to water.  With a gloved hand he wiped one of his eyes.  “Damn bitch…” he croaked, trying to get up to standing.  Suddenly, he felt the grip of a man’s hand upon his head.  Gasping the drunk floundered as a silver blade was brought to his throat.

~SLASH!~

He’d been pulled back up onto his knees by his assailant.  The drunk couldn’t see behind him to recognize what was to be his killer. Helpless eyes stared forward in horror while the blade was slashed across his throat.  Blood spewing out and down over his already stained shirt.  The drunk clawed out at the air in front of him, but already his lungs were filling with blood.  Drowning; on dry land.

The hooded man released his hold on his victim, who crashed forward into a puddle of his own blood.  The body twitched violently like a flailing fish on land before succumbing finally to death.  What a horrible way to die.  Alone…His body would of course be found later.  Probably by the city council refuse service, or perhaps some down and out prostitute.

The killer brought the blade up to his lips and licked at the blood as it dripped from the silver edge; a grin spreading across his face.  The drunk was not his target.  She had managed to get away…..this time.

Trevor the Tongan bouncer was standing with arms folded at the front entrance of the Hub, when a disheveled looking Jacinta raced up and reached for one of his arms.

“Trev…let me in.  Please.  I’ve been chased…six blocks and was almost mugged by a drunk.”

The bouncer sneered down at Jacinta, not recognizing her at first – mainly cause she looked terrible.  “What chu talkin’ about, J?  You late.  Your boy is inside.”  Trevor jerked his thumb towards the entrance of the Hub, then squinted at her, before wrinkling up his nose.  “What’s that smell?”  He sniffed.

Jacinta slapped both her hands to his chest and gripped his lapel.  “Garbage.” She huffed.  “Now let…me…in!”

Trevor shrugged and lifted the rope.  Jacinta didn’t even thank him, but instead hurrying inside and running straight to the rest room.  She almost knocked over a few of the girls in her rush.  On getting inside, she slammed her bag on the wash counter and stared at her reflection.  The girl staring back at her was barely recognizable.  It would take another ten minutes of preening and cleaning herself up before she was presentable enough to face Rory.  That was…if he was even still in the club.

Emerging from the girl’s room, Jacinta scanned the room for any sign of Rory.  The place was packed, but she did happen to notice the barman crouching over someone.  Curiosity got the better of her and she pushed her way through for a peek.  When she got alongside the barman and looked down, she was shocked to see who it was.

“Rory?!  What happened to you?”

~RB~

A darker shade of Crimson – BC

Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Temp:  Selina’s true self was quickly rising to the surface due to the thoughts running through her mind. From what her Grimoire had explained, it seemed as though her true self was suppressed during normal times. However, during times of high mental and emotionally stress that suppression faded. This was beginning to prove itself to be fact. Her fingers curled until her hands formed fists, and her teeth ground together in frustration. Her own kind was responsible for all this, right? Normal Witches. Scum. Scoundrels. Weaklings. Peasants. “Nay! I shall not submit to this fury!” The words were shouted seemingly out of nowhere and to nobody in particular. She had already drawn in quite a few looks due to the inquiry of the nearby woman, and now this little outburst would add upon it. Her cheeks ran red as she fully realized what she had shouted. There wasn’t much time for self loathing though, as the man from earlier had suddenly made his way to her side. He was close to her now, and giving her a very kind and helpful look. Her eyes soon locked onto his, and as they did, the bright blue of her eyes flashed a bright red. Whether or not this man realized it, he had managed to calm her down enough to drive her true self back. The eye color change was a signal of this, as her true self had bright red eyes instead of blue. Surely he would notice this change, but how would he react? It wasn’t something that she was concerned with. Instead of any further sadness or embarrassment, she took the mans hand very gently. “I happily accept thy tender. Once again, thou hast mine gramercy.” The man seemed to understand her more than anyone else, so surely he would know she was fine with his offer. If her words didn’t click, then her taking his hand more than likely would.

 

Gene:  

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Despite Joel’s sudden encouragement to ask her to join us, Ava was unable to. Her mind was too busy thinking of reasons why the girl would be upset. And, of course, asking if the girl was okay did not help at all. Ava instantly shied away, regretting what she had done.

“Nay! I shall not submit to this fury!”

The outburst took Ava by surprised, temporarily allowing Ava to stop wallowing in regret. It was evident Selina was angry, but the reason remained unclear. Was it because of the attention? Or was it because of Ava’s question? Ava began to say something, but stopped. An indescribable feeling churned in the depths of her stomach; what was it? It was excitement to discover the unknown. Admittedly, feeling such a thing at such a time wasn’t a good thing. There was some concern for the girl, but Ava primarily wanted to know more about her. Did she even come from Ozyrn? The fashion in a few Cities were very different, however Ava had little knowledge about them to calculate which City she’d come from. Furthermore, there was the dilemma of entering the City – unless you were high ranked in another City and were coming for whatever reason.

The suddenness of Joel’s action caused Ava to slightly jump; she wasn’t expecting Joel to interfere. She overheard him asking her to join. Now, a mixture of relief and embarrassment overcame her. Relief that Joel had jumped in and request that she join them and embarrassment that Ava was unable to do so; arguably, Ava had been distracted by whatever the girl was thinking, but for Ava it was still inexcusable. She managed a slight smile that the girl had calmed down, though one thing was clear: there would be talk in the City. Gossip had a way to spread across the City, like a disease. Ava was glad Selina had accepted Joel’s offer, but now her mind began to tick. She was almost certain the arrival of the ‘strange girl’ would be known; Ava had never seen her before in the City, however she could have been in Kayl or the lower Districts. Originally, Ava assumed the girl was cosplaying – perhaps she still was – but now, Ava wasn’t too sure. Either the girl was very good at it or something was wrong. Maybe it was Ava knowing the existence of magic which was causing her to overthink the situation, or even consider options a normal person may not. Still, Ava had no idea about the existence of the other Supernaturals or that the City was riddled with Witches; any conclusions about Selina would probably be far from true. If the girl was truly like this then… Ava didn’t want to think of it. The Council had a way to be paranoid – especially her father – and would investigate if she was a threat; Joel was right, people feared what they didn’t know. Rumours had it that people, in the past, had gone missing. The reasons why were unclear to Ava, but she could guess it was probably because they were a danger, in one way or another, to the City or challenged the status quo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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The young girl’s sudden outburst tore through the cafe faster than wildfire, alarming many of the patrons at nearby booths and tables. It certainly took Joel by surprise, but he remained calm – not letting Selina see that it unsettled him. A sudden change in the girl’s tone showed she was losing control of herself in the face of the strangers around her. But what truly came off as weird, was how the girl’s eyes changed. From the softest blue to a daring red. Almost like her eyes were on fire. Was there another, more violent side to this girl? Or was she scared? To Joel it appeared to be a bit of both. She truly was alone, lost and confused by everything around her. This cemented what Joel had already begun to suspect. The young teacher didn’t waiver however, he was made of tougher stuff. The pair were almost locked in a staring competition. Joel gently holding the girl’s hand, until the storm passed and her eyes changed back to the pretty blue from before.

“I happily accept thy tender. Once again, thou hast mine gramercy.”

Joel smiled, but it was only a small one. Tender steps and care was needed in order to help this girl. He eased himself up into standing, and assisted the girl to move from the booth she was in, over to the one that Ava was at. Ava looked to be a million miles away. Clearly, she had a lot on her mind, or the girl was making her nervous.

“It would be rude of me not to make introductions, Miss. I am Mister Joel Martin, a teacher at the Acalo school.” Joel placed a gloved hand to his chest, before then turning his wrist and using his fingers to gesture towards Ava.

“And this is Miss Blackbane, a student. If I am not wrong, you both appear to be the same age.” This was Joel’s way of breaking the ice, or perhaps helping the girls find a common ground. The earlier incident would not be brought up again, unless of course Selina happened to mention it. Though with those rosy red cheeks, Selina may have been too shy to speak of it. She barely knew Joel or Ava for that matter. Joel continued to stand, so that Selina might sit. He kept a sharp eye on the rest of the cafe’s patrons. If any dared approach, he would gladly fend them off. The last thing the young girl needed was unwanted attention. Joel felt he needed to keep this under wraps. He wasn’t stupid. Joel knew that there were those in the city hierarchy that investigated those that were deemed to be….different.

“Can I get you another cup of tea? A sandwich perhaps.”

Joel wanted to find out more about this girl. His eyes darting to his weathered book. A book that had lived through the city’s troubled past.

~RB~

 

 

The Misadventures of Scar – SS.

 

 

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter: Yes, this was the demon that Lydia summoned to help them, the only thing was Lydia had no idea that Scar was so fascinated with breasts – especially hers. Lydia wrestled with the alp, as he was making happy sucking sounds into her bodice. The odd thing was how he was so much shorter than Lydia, which only added to the calamity of the situation. “I thought he was taller!” Lydia cried out, again whacking the cheeky spirit, before reefing him away from her bosom and waggling her finger at him like a school ma’am. Naturally, he tried to bite her finger or nip at it.

“SCAR!…I am your Mistress! You do not touch me unless I tell you too!” Lydia shouted at the smaller demon, who looked distressed to be told off by Lydia. Truth be told, he REALLY liked her – and her chest. He was panting, almost like a dog on heat when he then turned his attentions to Mariela, and his ears pricked. “Can I touch hers?” Scar asked, licking his lips. This brought another back hander from Lydia.

~WHACK!~

“You so much as look in her direction, I will nail your bottom lip to the floor!” One thing was for certain,.you don’t ever want to piss off Lydia. With the alp starting to calm now, Lydia let out a sigh and looked back at the book of Shadows.

“That thing should come with a warning label.”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela continued to stifle a laugh as she watched the small creature and Lydia. “I don’t think being taller is the issue here..” she said, finally letting out a laugh. The demon wasn’t quite as scary as she had thought. He was actually more – amusing, if anything. And cute – in a really really weird, creepy way. Her laughter had stopped when the demon turned to her direction, before Lydia back handed him and threatened him. Mariela turned to the librarian, but she was still sleeping – she must have been a really heavy sleeper to sleep through all of this.

“At least some kind of warning would have been nice..” Mariela responded to Lydia’s comment. “I don’t think either of us were prepared for this.” she gestured to the demon with her hand, before putting her hand back in her lap. No, Mariela certainly wasn’t expecting this. She was expecting a tall, creepy demon that was more terrifying than anything. Instead, this one was.. short, and humorous. She didn’t find it terrifying one bit.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Librarian snorted and then let out a loud snore which interrupted the trio that were standing by the Book of Shadows. Scar snickered as he heard the sleeping old bat, and rubbed his hands together almost gleefully. He was after all a demon of nightmares, and a right little bastard that could torture his victims when given the chance. Giving his hat a small flick with his gloved finger, he then pointed at the sleeping librarian. “Fancy a demonstration, Mistress?” He asked of Lydia, who was a little unsure if she should set the summoned demon upon the aging librarian. Could it hurt? Lydia tapped her lip for a moment, as she then closed the book of Shadows and tucked it underneath her arm.

“Oh alright. But don’t kill her. Good staff are hard to find.” The Demoness of Ambition said with a warning. Her face was stern as she poked Scar on the chest with her slender digit. Scar let out a snicker, vanishing from sight. The magic of his hat acting like a veil that meant he could not longer be seen. Lydia waved her hand around where Scar had stood, then leaned over to Mariela and whispered. “If he fails, we just send him back, right?”Lydia pouted and then shrugged her shoulders, before turning her attention back towards the Librarian. You could see that Scar was making his way to the woman, for books were being knocked off shelves, and the index card holder spun wildly when he reached the desk.

Suddenly, the librarian’s chair started to tip back slowly as a force was pushing down upon her. The woman moved about, smacking her lips and letting out a light moan – almost like she experiencing something in her dream. Lydia wiggled her finger for Mariela to follow her, as the pair would get a better vantage point to watch just what Scar could do.

Deep within the librarian’s mind, she was having a wonderful dream. Young again and on a picnic with her lover by a slow flowing creek. Dressed in finery – a large floral hat and sweeping dress. The librarian was a beauty in her day and her lover looked to be a noble man. Together they sipped sparkling wine, whilst birds sang in the trees and the sun shone down on the couple. You could not hear what they were saying to each other but it was obvious they were very much in love. But just as they were enjoying their afternoon, dark clouds appeared as though out of nowhere, and the river now was a raging torrent. The first spits of rain set to ruin their lunch and the librarian tried to pack away their basket, as the thunder echoed throughout the scene. In the actual library, the librarian was now breathing fast. Her pupils moving quickly under her closed eyelids, her lip twitching as you could see she was no longer enjoying the dream.

In the dream, the man that was sharing her picnic went to stand, when all of a sudden he was attacked from behind by a beast, that reached around his throat and slashed it open. Blood spewed out as the man screamed in agony. Dying this way was the worst kind of death, as he was drowning in his own blood. The librarian screamed in both the dream and the reality as she started to feel a crushing force on her chest. It was Scar. He began to appear visible in the real and in the dream it was he as a large wolf like creature that was now feasting on the body of her lover. In both scenes…he was wearing the hat. The librarian started to go into cardiac arrest – her hands reaching out wildly, as she was also dying in her dream. The beast with its fangs dripping in blood was now growling and snarling at her. For the pair that watched on, it would have been harrowing to say the least. They could not see the librarian’s dream, but they could see the fiendish look on Scar’s face now, as blood started to run down his chin; an indication of his evil deeds in the dream.

“Oh….my.” Lydia said almost breathlessly.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela shot her gaze towards the librarian, then back at Scar. As he rubbed his hands together, he seemed happy. She looked at Lydia, waiting for an answer when Scar asked if he could demonstrate. She stared at the place he once stood after he vanished, nodding to Lydia after she said they send him back if he fails. She got up, adjusting the gown she had slept in that she still wore as she followed Lydia over to Scar and the librarian. She clasped her hands behind her back, watching the scene unfold before them. The librarian was seeming to have a nightmare, her hands reaching out and the sound of her screaming.

Mariela was intrigued, to say the least. She cocked her head to the side, watching the fiendish look that was on Scar’s face. Her eyes went back and forth from Scar, and to the librarian. Seeing the blood drip down from Scar’s chin, she gave a gasp, turning her head towards Lydia as if she was waiting for her to answer. “A demon of nightmares. Kills people in their dreams while they’re asleep. I’ve never heard of anything like that before.” she said, nodding her head at Scar and then looking at Lydia. “Could be useful.” she said with a shrug.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
“Indeed.”

This was Lydia’s reply when she saw just what Scar was capable of. To be able to enter someone’s dreams, to twist them and then bring them to the edge of death if he chose. Now that was something. But the dream was now spiraling out of control, with the man in the dream nothing but a headless corpse, and the beast which was Scar chasing down the poor Librarian. Her pained screams filled the library, which used to be such a quiet place. You could see the woman was now completely pale in real, as if something was draining her life force from her. Scar was going to kill her!

“Scar?….SCAR?! Enough!” Lydia roared, for she did not want to lose the librarian….just yet. Scar raised his head and grit his teeth fiercely at Lydia. Stained and dripping with blood it was clear he wasn’t finished. He wanted her to die. Lydia reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, to reef him off the chest of the Librarian. And it was a good thing she did. The Librarian was now having a heart attack. The Demon of Ambition tossed Scar across the room, and immediately charged up her hand with an electrical current, before slamming her hand down on the librarian’s chest in order to restart her heart.

“CLEAR!” She screamed. The woman’s body jerked violently, before she started to waken and breath in loud gasps. Lydia stepped back, rubbing her hands together, while in the background, Scar was muttering angrily. He wiped the blood off his chin and pointed to the Librarian. “Almost had her. Haha!”

Lydia spun round and put her hands upon her hips. “A demonstration does not mean…..kill her!”

At this, Scar shrugged, then smiled a toothy smile at Mariela. “You enjoyed it, right?” He was hopeful to get someone’s approval for his trick. The Librarian sat bolt upright and then pointed to the silence sign. “Will you people keep it down!” It was like she had no memory of what had just happened. Lydia blinked and then zipped her lip. “Yes Doris.”

Rolling her eyes, she then motioned for Mariela and Scar to follow her out of the library.

 

~RB~