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Post by 0 on Jun 26, 2017 18:33:56 GMT
Back in the ol' warehouse he sat, just a man in the rafters, twirling a shining object between his fingers.
He could hardly be seen in the murky darkness that filled the ceiling, even as shining golden rays slanted through slotted holes in the worn-down roof.
How he got there could be anyone's guess, for there was no direct route up there; perhaps he'd somehow climbed up to the roof and dropped down through one of those holes, clambering his way over to this perch way on high.
Far below him crouched many an old machinery, hulking beasts of metal where one alone could easily fill a public restroom, surrounded by crumbling boxes and empty, rusted carts.
The man was a mite bit bored, but it wasn't something he was wholly unused to.
Hell, he'd sat in that dead town for too many years, it was nice just to be somewhere different --even if all of the people were still so very far away....
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 25, 2017 21:13:00 GMT
Maybe not all the people in the world. One young brunette found herself in the right, or perhaps the wrong, side of town. The girl, or young woman, honestly she looked like she could be an older teen or a young adult, but in a place like this, it wasn't an easy thing to tell. Just to generalize, let's say that she was about eighteen. And that might be pushing it a bit, but she'd never tell how old she was. Her reason? Well, that's her own darling, but let's just say she doesn't want anyone to take advantage of her. Still, either to her excitement or disdain, Ella, the young woman, managed to come across quite the creepy old warehouse. The darkness that enveloped the forest around her hardly helped the creepy atmosphere, but after spending the entire day without a roof on her head, the worn out girl saw no other choice but to take refuge. It didn't seem like anyone would live in such a dump anyway, so she was certain no one would mind her spending the night here. In tow was her sack full of delicious goodies that she managed to pack before making her long walk to a distant town. She was no longer welcome where she once lived, though the fact that she was even welcome to begin with was questionable. Now she needed to find clues about her lost family. Her real family. Taking a gentle step into the house, the girl could hear the loudest screech echo in the weak structure, causing the girl to hesitate. She hardly noticed the giant machines outside, as she made her way into the house, looking for somewhere, anywhere even remotely comfortable to lie her head for the night. 0 |
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Post by 0 on Sept 25, 2017 23:20:00 GMT
Eyes cast lazily around the enormous room as he continued to fiddle with the small shaving knife he now possessed, until the distinct sound of footsteps got him to sit straighter, gaze piercing down at one of the few entrances to the warehouse.
An unfamiliar figure stole a foot into the shadows, seeming to hesitate when one of the old machines offered up a noisy screech.
Something internal must have finally given, or perhaps one of the machines themselves was haunted.
The man grinned and leaned forward, the rafters not making even the slightest of creaks at the change in posture.
It was a young woman, and she seemed to be carrying something.
Little runaway, was she?
Why else would she be poking into this old building with such a bulging pack slung over her back?
Mm...maybe she even had some better weapons stowed away.
Without even touching the ground beneath him, the man rose to his feet, playfully tossing the shaving knife once in the air before catching it by the handle.
Although the man remained mostly concealed in shadows at that moment, the object's steel glinted off the rays of sunlight as it spun through the air.
Well--without ado....
Leaping off the rafters, the man himself flickered wholly out of sight, although the knife itself would remain well within view, carving a straight path through the air as it dropped past the enormous machines.
In a few seconds the man would make his appearance, a hazy, translucent blur as he rushed out from behind a wall of metal, bearing down on the woman's left side with knife held at the ready.
With practiced precision he aimed a few slices for the stranger's ankles, hoping to incapacitate her.
Body bowed down in the movement, but head held up on a neck that should otherwise have snapped at the angle, his face bore an inhumanly wide grin as he pressed the surprise, welcoming her with a greeting of "Step right in!"
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 0:38:39 GMT
The orangish, dark sunlight brought a bit of a haunted house feel to it. It almost felt like she was in some sort of Halloween amusement park attraction. Well, at this moment, after all she'd been through, she wasn't nearly as attracted as she might have been had circumstances been a tad lighter. Upon first examination, Ella didn't see anywhere she could rest. Nothing but an old, creaky wooden floor anyway. After taking about five small steps, Ella stopped with a gasped as she turned around on her heels. Suddenly she felt like someone was watching her. Following her. But no one was there. Taking in steady breaths to calm her nerves, brunette eyebrows arched nervously over green eyes, Ella let out a gentle sigh. There's no one here, she told herself. There's no one following you. You're just letting your imagination get the better of you. Just find a place to sleep and get to bed, and everything will be better in the morning.
If there is a morning...
Stop it! It's no good thinking these horrible thoughts. You want to sleep out in the woods? Where there are wolves out there to eat you alive? Ella gulped down her fear as she braved another step. And another. Another. Until suddenly... "Is that knife... floating?" Ella whispered in fright as she spotted the glinting weapon in the corner of her eye before the figure following her appeared. Ella let out a scream, but was not prepared for the sudden slashing at her left ankle. With a grunt, the poor girl ended up on her knees with a bit of a whimper. Her eyes were sealed shut in pain as both of her hands landed on her ankle. Every one of those slashes made their mark, and her ankle was bleeding well enough. Escape? Didn't look likely now. "Step right in!" Upon hearing his voice, Ella let out another gasp, as she made her lack luster escape attempt by clumsily crawling toward the door she came in. Even if the man didn't catch her by this point, Ella would slip onto her stomach and be incapable of getting up quickly enough if her attacker's actions proved effective enough. 0 |
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 2:46:57 GMT
A glorious stream of crimson followed his knife, the man rolling over to prevent himself from doing a belly-flop after sliding in to slice up the stranger's ankle.
His body flickered, and in a few moments he was standing, twirling around.
Oh, happy days!
He felt positively giddy.
How long since last he carved flesh?--(...again)
He eyed the woman as she fell down, holding her ankle, crawling to get away.
No miraculous healing, no cheesy jokes, no annoying laughter...it was perfect.
Just a good ol' slice-'n'-dash!
Practically skipping, the man landed next to the woman as she struggled not to slip onto her stomach.
Her voice was rather subdued, nothing much in the way of screams, but he was so sure that he could just feel the fear wafting off of her.
"Where's my welcome package?" he asked, stamping one ghostly foot through her back, a move that he frowned at.
He'd meant to shove her into the ground, but it seemed his incorporeal body didn't want to cooperate.
The woman might feel a bit of an icy shock at the strange "contact", but little else.
Grinning still, he lifted the knife, telling her "Not very NEIGHBORLY!" as he stabbed down with the blade, aiming for the back of her neck.
If he hit just right, it might paralyze her instead of instantly killing, or he might even end up nicking a major artery instead, leaving her to quickly bleed out, which he supposed wouldn't be too bad of an ending.
After the clown, this was almost too easy.
In hindsight, it was too bad that it hadn't occurred to him to try drawing this out longer....
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 3:19:46 GMT
Upon landing onto her stomach, the girl felt a sudden chill on her back from an unknown source, though odds were it had something to do with the man, or ghost?, chasing her. It caused her to flinch and panic more, though his attempt to restrain her wasn't well received. Not having a good look at his expression, but having a better idea on what it was he was up to, the girl barely managed to role out of the knife's way, though it did manage to graze upon the back of her hand. The young lady moaned, and began sobbing as she spotted another door and once again tried to make her way for it.
He had been slamming the knife down with such force, the foolish woman hoped that it became stuck in the wooden floor. It seemed as though she wouldn't be killed quite as easily as the sadistic ghost had though, but even the girl was convinced that she wouldn't last long as she continued to sob.
She tried to roll herself toward the door, but managed to roll herself into a wall, back first. Slightly dazed, Ella looked back at her predatory attacker, struggling to get up onto her feet. However, her attempt caused her to land on her bum, as she backed herself up to the wall, taking in steady breaths. Ella tried to push herself up the wall, but once again landed on the ground as she simply slid her eyes shut and turned her head to the side. She was at the brink of giving up, but was still barely willing to try to escape if the opportunity arose. Her knees closed against each other as her hands clasped on the wall, trying to keep herself as far away from the ghost with, once again, very little success.
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 3:39:11 GMT
The man frowned, then grimaced, and then glared.
He'd managed to hit some flesh, at least, but the woman's hand hadn't even been nailed down.
Instead, his weapon was.
The woman would find herself with plenty of time as the ghost began to grunt, struggling to pull the knife out from the floor boards.
Focused on the knife alone, his only chance at causing any damage, he could only hope that the woman was too dazed to find her bearings.
When he finally did manage to pull the knife out, it was with the handle alone.
The blade broke off, stuck firmly in the wood, and within seconds the handle was dropped.
The man shook with rage, and he looked up fast to find where she was, legs following his gaze, trailing after whatever blood her injured hand might have left behind, body flickering in-and-out of sight.
By the time he found her, she might or might not still be against that wall, sobbing, the sight somehow delighting and sickening him at the same time.
"Are ya just hidin' it from me?" he would say as he stepped in front of her, crouching, and then thrusting one arm forward to grab through her body and into the pack on her back, his fingers searching for any manner of blade he might use.
Should he find something, he'd rip it out by pulling his arm back, forcing it through the woman's back and out through her abdomen, cutting who knows how many bones and organs along the way.
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 3:58:45 GMT
It had taken the ghost a while to get his bearings, but, just as he'd hoped, the girl had been so overcome by her fear that she had remained where she was. She had tried to stand up a few more times, but at this point, she'd given up so badly, all she could do was sit there and sob. As it turned out, the door she was heading for wasn't a door at all, but a window, and one that she couldn't reach at her position. The young woman was completely and totally helpless. Upon seeing his face once again, the girl shrieked in fright and began sobbing again.
At this point, there was only one thing she could do in any hopes to keep herself alive. "Please sir," she pleaded in a shaky sob, tempted at clasping her hands together, but was too scared to even do that much. "Please don't hurt me. I-I didn't know anyone was living here! I just want to-" Before she finished her pleas, his hand shoved through her stomach, causing the frightened girl to let in a shrill gasp. This was enough to paralyze her with fright, as her entire body begain to tremble.
Her breaths were short as she tried to gain eye contact with the man in hopes that it would cause him to sympathize with her. "Please! I-" Just as she said that, the dagger that she kept in her sack for protection suddenly sliced through her torso, causing her to gasp in shock and pain. Despite the horrible wound, the woman still managed to keep herself alive as she stared at the blood that was trailing at her side. Ella's eyes were struggling to stay open as she looked up at her killer, tears streaming down her face. "Please... Why...?" Ella whispered as she found herself being suffocated by this wound, and yet she still struggled. It was almost over.
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 4:12:30 GMT
Yes...his grin was big as his fingers felt sensation at last, closing fast around the handle of a dagger.
He didn't hear the pleas, wasn't even looking at the woman's face.
His eyes were focused on his arm, watching close as the blade was torn through, the blood pouring out the ragged hole in the stranger's shirt.
He stared at the blood on this new blade for a few moments before, knees folding, he leaned back into a more comfortable position, watching the life as it drained from the stranger.
The blood, the cutting were merely flavoring and spice; it was these moments, the time in dying that was always the sweetest thing of all.
He realized now that he had perhaps forgotten that.
One loses their sense of depth when they don't take the time to think about it.
He was always too on about all the blood; perhaps he needed to return to his roots.
The man stared hard, not offering any manner of consolation or meaning to the woman's death, and as he watched her eyes struggle to stay open, the man lifted a hand, as though in farewell.
"Was nice meetin' ya," he said, smiling in a most sincere manner, peculiarly enough.
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 4:34:11 GMT
Those were the last words she heard before the life left her eyes and she let out her final breath. Tears continued to flow even as her breathing stopped until her eyes weren't able to shut, two pupils laying open in absolute fright as her life drained from her body. As she died, her struggling slowed to a stop, as well as her trembling. Her head folded forward into a slump as everything about Ella came to a complete and permanent halt. That was it. The young woman that was once Ella was now gone...
...In the physical sense. Perhaps the ghost was aware of this, but regardless, after the woman had passed away from being brutally murdered, her spirit ascended out of her body, eyes wide open, holding the same expression she had when she died. However, she managed to gasp in but felt no air come into her lungs. The thing was, it wasn't uncomfortable either, since she no longer had lungs to breath in. Still, she made gasping noises as she looked around her surroundings, until she looked down upon her body, and simply stared.
Wow... it looked even more horrible looking at her body from this position than experiencing it herself. Though it hurt a lot less.
It took her several moments before she realized once and for all that... she really was dead.
Letting out a cry of pure agony, the spirit of the youth floated downward onto her knees as she sobbed bitterly onto her arm as it folded over her knees. This couldn't be happening to her. All she wanted was to rest. She was going to find her real family, finally be accepted. The poor young spirit continued sobbing before looking up at her killer bitterly. "Why..?" she whispered once again, this time with a little less weakness and a little more venom. She waited a few moments before rushing herself right at him, only stopping inches away from his face. "WHY?!" She screamed at him before slowly floating back down toward her body, kneeling at the feet, before placing her hands over her face. "Why...?" And with that, she continued sobbing bitterly.
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 5:03:00 GMT
...And...that was that
--or so he thought.
What happened next he truly did not expect.
Much as he was a ghost himself, he'd never seen another ghost before; no matter how many humans he killed, whether he was alive or dead, he'd never seen hide nor tail of their spirits, nor anyone else's for that matter.
He always thought it was either down to the circumstances of his own death, his raw determination, or that spirits simply could not interact with one another.
Watching the spirit rise from the woman's body was not only a fascinating shock, but it sent an odd shudder through his own, rendering him speechless.
The man was frozen in place from the surprise of it all, blinking only when the spirit suddenly rushed him, stopping inches from his face with a look of pure hate, screaming that same confused word.
It almost hurt him now to hear it.
He thought it was going to, well...DO something -- what it might do, could do, he did not know.
He had no experience in this.
Apparently he COULD see other spirits, and they could see him.
Why this never happened before now began to boggle his mind.
But could spirits even touch one another?
Before that question could be answered, the spirit was sobbing at her ripped body.
Normally, after a person died by his hands, he would cut them up into little pieces -- back when he was alive it was to hide the evidence, of course, but in death it was at first out of habit, then for the fun of it, and finally to feel something again in a world without tactile sensations -- but now?
Now he wasn't sure what to do.
Slowly, he began to stand, to back away, eyes flickering nervously around the crowded warehouse in search of a place to hide.
This was weird.
It was all a little too much for him; he needed to get away, to think, to find someone who WASN'T going to leave a ghost behind and kill that person instead.
Where was that damnable clown?
Maybe he would know what to do.
He could probably even kill the other ghost for good.
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 5:17:08 GMT
His attempt to leave, however, didn't go unnoticed. The young spirit lifted up her head upon realizing that the presence of her killer was getting farther and farther away. He took everything away from her. The little hope Ella had in her life was stripped away all because that spirit had the sadistic urge to kill her for reasons he had yet to answer for. Her life would have been different. Things were starting to finally look up, and he had to dash it all! And now, he had the unmitigated gal to think that he could just leave her like that?!
No... No, no, no, she'd see to it that he'd pay for this. Even if he couldn't be killed, Ella would see to it that he paid somehow. He wouldn't be able to get away from her. She didn't care how new she was at this, she'd see to it that he'd suffer for all eternity for this if she had to. "NO!" she yelled at her killer causing a sudden gust of wind to brush across the entire warehouse as her declaration of anger and wrath echoed across the house, and perhaps even across the forest. Ella had never felt such rage before in her life.
"You do NOT get to walk away from this!" Ella yelled as she was suddenly at his face again, and grabbed him by the cloak. Whether it worked or not, she hardly cared enough to pay attention. All she cared about was to make sure this horrible man knew his situation. "I don't know how many people you killed. But you can be certain that I'll make you regret what you did to me for all eternity! You don't GET to leave!"
If she was capable of any sort of contact with the other ghost, she would force him against the wall and glare daggers into his eyes. "Now tell me why you DID IT!"
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 5:33:41 GMT
Before he could steal away into the shadows, the girl was at his face again.
Her yell had echoed throughout the warehouse, a gust of wind toppling over boxes, crates, and smaller machinery, even cracked a few of the old rafters, dust raining down overhead; it even, he noticed, rustled across the clothes he was wearing, plain brown and gray garments, worn ragged, overlain by an apron stained with old blood, and a short, dark and dirty cloak draped over his shoulders.
His face did not belie the pure shock he was feeling at that moment, and a brief flicker of fear even crossed his eyes when his cloak was successfully grabbed by the other spirit's fingers.
He had no heart, yet still it began to feel as though it was pumping hard against what ribs he did not possess.
He remembered when he first materialized outside his dead body, the emotions and willpower in those first moments that brought him so much strength, power that wrought death and destruction upon that shoddy prison and the dusty town it sat in.
His fingers clenched tighter around the dagger's hilt as she continued to scream into his face.
He was thrown against the wall, his immaterial back pushing right through the solid matter.
He returned the glare, his refusal to answer now turning into a conscious decision, a disdain quickly forming for the spirit.
She shouldn't even be here!
Why was she here?
The man swung his fist around, trying to stab the spirit with the dagger's blade, or otherwise knock her flat with the knuckles that held it tight.
He was a skinny man, but in life even he could easily toss a woman to the floor.
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 16:59:48 GMT
Perhaps he should have known this, being a ghost himself, but despite the fact that he could grab the weapon, it didn't have the same affect on her now as it once did whilst she was still alive. Still, Ella fell back all the same, giving the ghost an opportunity to escape, though this small bit of freedom wouldn't last long. If she couldn't restrain him, she'd simply follow him. Wherever he'd go, Ella would be sure to follow. She was a spirit with a need to rest, but with an incapability to do so. As a result, she'd see to it that he'd not have a single moment of rest for all eternity if she felt that was what he deserved.
"You will NOT escape from ME!" The wrathful spirit cried out as she would continuously follow him, with the same question burning in her mind. Ella would not leave this monster alone until her question was answered, and if she didn't like the answer, she'd haunt him more, and more vigorously as well. The satisfaction he'd thought he'd receive upon killing her? He'd better hoped it was all worth it, because now was the time of reckoning. And how long that would last depended on whatever this man decided to do.
Ella tailed after the other spirit, repeated the same bitter question over and over again, and she'd be certain to tail him wherever he went. He couldn't stop her now. She'd gladly be smacked around back and forth if she had to, she would get her vengeance!
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Post by 0 on Sept 26, 2017 17:22:04 GMT
It worked!
He didn't take the time to think about whether it was because he just had that much strength in death, or the other spirit was still under the impression that it would hit her, flinching automatically to the floor.
The man flipped himself around and passed fast through the wall, emerging into the sun-spattered forest outside, the dagger dropped behind him seeing as how it was a solid object.
Fuck the warehouse, fuck the clown; if the ghost was anything like him, he was sure that the whole forest was going to be burned down soon enough, him, somehow, along with it.
It wasn't as though he had any other experiences or stories to draw from.
Before he could make a proper run for it, however, again he was stopped by the spirit.
SUNNOVA--!
He stumbled back through the wall, tripped and fell through the floor.
His vision was immediately obscured by first wood, then dirt and rock, with no sense of gravity to let him know which way was up.
Acting on memory, he hastily pulled himself back into the warehouse.
Didn't want to get lost down there, did he?
He was met by the woman's badgerings...eh, maybe he did.
"Lady," he growled, speaking at last, "you are getting on my nerves."
His eyes flicked down to where the dagger had been dropped, and he quickly picked it back up.
Well, FINE...if she was going to be like that--well, he might as well continue on as normal!
He jogged back over to where the spirit's body was, brandishing the knife in a way so that he was sure she would see.
"Wanna see something sweet?
Maybe the sight will shut you up for good!"
He bent over, and in swift motions he would soon be cutting the body up with the dagger, as easily as butter and carrots with a sharp kitchen knife.
Despite the weapon clearly not being made for it, his own spirit imbued it with the power to do so, the same as shoving a shaving knife clean through a body.
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