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Post by cynda1 on Sept 26, 2017 18:34:24 GMT
Just as she thought, she wouldn't stop following him. He could have easily given her an answer, but refused at every turn. This didn't discourage her, as the frustration in his face gave her some sort of satisfaction. Certainly not enough, none of this would ever be enough if he kept up this unsympathetic attitude. Her soul, that is her entire being, yearned for justice, and the more he tried to refuse her that justice, the more vigorous she fought for it. She chased him outside of the warehouse, into the forest, and stopped his every attempts at getting too far away from their original location.
Not exactly her core intention, but she hardly cared where he went. She wasn't worried about getting lost in the forest since all she had to do was follow him wherever he might have roamed. In the forest? Fine. Back at the warehouse? Gladly.
The moment he voiced his annoyance, a sadistic grin of satisfaction formed across her face. She was succeeding! She'd only been dead for a handful of minutes, and she was already making him regret every decision he made up to that point! Boy was she splendidly pleased!
...For the moment.
The thing about this spirit, was that not only was he evil, he was good at it. In an attempt, a vain attempt, but still an attempt to shut her up none the less, the spirit began slicing at her body once again. If he was going for bringing out more agony from his victim, it worked. She let out another shrill scream as she witness her body being torn to pieces. "STOP!" her voice echoed as she grabbed his arm in an attempt to pull him off. She was no longer in the body, so it wasn't affecting her in any way, but it was still too gruesome a sight for her to see.
She tried to pull his arm to stop him, though her emotional state might have gotten in her way. Ella didn't even know why she was trying to stop him. It wasn't like she could ever return to the living anyway. Maybe it was the only way her family would be able to know what happened to her. To know that she tried to find them, but didn't make it.
Whatever the case, he just dug a deeper grave for his sanity. Now, if it was even possible, she was more determined than ever, and if he was foolish enough to look at her in the face, he'd realize this. "You are a fool!" Ella scolded bitterly. "You thought I was getting on your nerves before? I'm going to make your afterlife a living nightmare!" she hissed out that last part a mere moment before taking an opportunity whilst he was most likely gloating and swiping his weapon away from him. "And I'll start by seeing to it that you'll never satisfy yourself with another's death again..."
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Post by 0 on Sept 27, 2017 20:19:49 GMT
He was able to gather so much joy out of cutting up the body, that he almost forgot about the spirit screaming behind him.
At least until her hand landed on his arm, trying to stop him.
He growled, tried to shove her back with his elbow or shoulder; if that didn't work, he might realize that her grip seemed weaker, and continue to slice up the pieces regardless whether the spirit hung onto him or not.
He tried to drown out her words as he continued the work, swiftly cutting the body, bones, organs, skull and all, up into little tiny bite-sized pieces.
He pulled himself upright when all was through, observing the job when it was done, trying to determine whether it was good enough, or whether he needed to cut them up into even smaller pieces.
The blade was swiped from his hand before he could decide.
His gaze snapped back onto the spirit, a wicked grin spreading across his fuzzy features, despite the glare he was offering towards her.
"Fat chance, bitch."
If this was all she could do...heh--how was she going to stop his murder spree?
He couldn't imagine how she thought to do it.
What, warn his victims as he approached them?
She'd more than likely scare them right into his arms!
So, she took the dagger from him; so what?
There were plenty of knives left in the world.
"You plannin' on killin' 'em for me?"
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 27, 2017 21:45:36 GMT
Ella scoffed at the man's arrogance. She knew he thought she couldn't do it, she wasn't stupid! He made it painfully obvious, and she knew he wasn't trying to hide it either. She also wasn't dumb enough to believe she could stop him from killing everyone they met for all eternity (though challenge accepted. But he should've listened to her words carefully. She didn't say she was never going to let him kill again. She said she'd never let him feel the satisfaction of killing again. And perhaps that opened up the doorway to possibilities.
"Absolutely not!" she hissed at the man's diabolical statement. "I would never dream of killing anyone! But I do plan on stopping you, or at least try my very hardest to do so! And what makes this all the more better is that I don't think you paid attention to what I said."
Ella played around with the dagger she now had in her possession before slamming it to the ground, causing it to be even more thoroughly stuck than his original dagger. "First, I'll take and destroy every weapon you receive and dispose of them to the best of my ability," she began, floating down before bending the handle of the knife down until it snapped of the blade much like the first one had. "Then, if that doesn't work, I will constantly stand between you and your victim. Giving them any means possible to escape. You were only able to kill me because you slashed my ankle, and no one got in your way. What if, say, someone did get in your way, and you weren't able to trap them? Now their means of escape seem much more likely, doesn't it? And even if you do manage to kill them, I said I wouldn't let you get the satisfaction of killing anyone."
Ella paused for a moment, letting this information sink in before she kept going. "Even if you do end up killing someone, I'll always be here. Watching you. You can't even get away from me! What makes you think I can't make your life a living nightmare? Stopping you at every turn from getting the satisfaction you crave. I'll figure out what makes you tick, and I'll make sure you'll regret everything you did to reach up to that point. But I'll make sure you regret nothing more than KILLING ME!" She'd be more than willing to explain how she'd do that, but she was hoping that her earlier explanation would prove just how thorough she was willing to be.
There was nothing he could do to stop her. Nothing.
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Post by 0 on Sept 27, 2017 22:48:09 GMT
The man crossed his arms, rocking back on his ankles to the point where he was floating a few more centimeters off the ground.
He continued to grin, watching as he threw the dagger into the ground even deeper than the shaving knife, broke the blade off from its handle.
Even as his eyebrows angled ever downward, he continued to hold that same grin, listening to her rant and rave about how she was going to do it.
When she was done, he couldn't hold back a scoffing laugh, hopping forward to lean close to the spirit; he wasn't too tall, but he pushed himself higher off the ground just so he could tower over her.
"You act like I'm just going to stand back and let you do all that."
If there was a way for the living to touch the dead, surely there was a way for the dead to kill a fellow spirit.
"I've been at this far longer than you.
No matter how hard you try, I'll blast past you, I'll drive daggers through your stomach again and again."
His body flickered, and in a few moments he was hanging back up in the rafters, pulling himself into a comfortable seat against the concrete wall.
If the woman was paying close attention, she might notice that she was seeing how he did it a bit better than if she were still alive; through a spirit's eyes, his body didn't so much disappear or fly as jump up a flight of invisible stairs, the body flickering in a heavy blur of silent static as he dashed upwards.
"I can't wait to have you watch kill after kill, cut after cut," he continued, folding his arms behind his head.
"And when you've had your fill, you be sure to let me know.
"Who knows," he added, "maybe you'll find yourself wanting a taste of it for yourself."
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Post by cynda1 on Sept 27, 2017 23:54:56 GMT
Despite her initial bravado, at her very core, Ella wasn't a very bold individual. She'd always been rather shy and timid, as well as non-confrontational in situations that weren't this disastrous. Despite her every intention to carry out what she threatened, the moment the older spirit towered over her was the moment she started to get intimidated. As was, she was already below average in height, so for the man to be making this attempt to tower over her was scary in and of itself. It also scared her to know that he was still very much grinning at her expense.
Still, he didn't think she would be able to fight back? How could he possibly kill what was already dead? Though she no longer wished to voice these things openly, hoping to stop such intimidation from him.
She almost allowed his words to get to her, except for the fact that she knew that this was exactly what he wanted. For this reason, she decided to keep her facial expression neutral despite her growing fear. If at first you don't succeed, right? She knew if she kept trying to stop him at every turn, she'd be able to stop him from killing at least one person. And if she couldn't, well then she'd just burn this warehouse down so he couldn't attract anyone there. No one would be tricked into resting at a place that was to be their grave like she did.
Her neutral expression changed into one filled with anger once again while the spirit had floated into a sitting position against the wall. She'd noticed the set of stairs that seemed to allow him to give the impression of floating, or vanishing. All she cared about, though, was listening to the words that came from his mouth. One, because it was a habit since she'd always been taught that not paying attention was rude (even if he was an evil monster), and two, she wanted to learn everything about him so that she could get her proper revenge one day.
She had all eternity to do it after all.
The thought of having to watch kill after kill made her sick, assuming that she couldn't stop him, and the more he talked about it, the angrier she got. Ella wouldn't allow herself to be scared if she could help it. It seemed as though he got most of his thrill from making others scared.
"If you so much as think I'm interested in having a part in your heinous thrill," Ella hissed. "You're sadly mistaken."
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Post by 0 on Sept 29, 2017 21:20:42 GMT
He chuckled to himself in the silence that seemed to follow after his last sentence.
She must be debating to herself now, questioning her decision, whether she should test her determination.
He didn't know what she expected to gain out of this.
Revenge?
Pah; there was no cure for that.
Even he knew that.
Perhaps she had some inclination towards being an annoyance, her own sweet, sickly satisfaction.
Either way, how long did she expect to keep this up?
Even ghosts needed their rest.
His fingers made a motion in the air, mentally twirling the dagger that he no longer possessed.
He needed to find a new weapon, but for now he was content with relaxing in the rafters; besides, he was still waiting on someone...although if he didn't make an appearance soon, he supposed he would simply have to find his own way.
Let the bitch stew in turmoil; it was almost as amusing as the play of blade against flesh.
His eyes flickered up at the shift of shadows and light through the holes in the roof.
The spirit's hiss carried up to him.
"You're just one of those who likes to watch then, hm?" he offered loftily.
"Well, to each their own.
"But don't you wonder?" he continued with a knowing smirk.
"I mean, there must be a reason why you were able to pick up that dagger so easily...."
Ghosts don't touch solid objects for nothing, after all.
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