A/N: This came up from a PM conversation with Woodswolf. It takes place in the video game 'world' of the story, in which, strangley enough, you never meet with the angelic counterparts of the ghost children...
The dark. At first, it had been a foe, an enemy something to be feared. Then, it became an ally. It cloaked us, hid us, helped us to hide from her searching gaze. Once, we longed for the light, and then, we feared it.
When the girl came...She was light. It was dull, to be sure, but it was light. We could see.
We did not want to see. We did not want to see what we had become, did not want to see the fear in her eyes when she saw our ravenged faces, our big, black, unblinking button eyes. She saw anyway.
We spoke. Told her to flee. Told her to run, go, leave whilst she still had a glimmer of a chance of living.
She didn't. And so we took our chance.
It wasn't meant to be selfish. But it was.
"Perhaps you could find our lost souls..."
She said she would. She pitied us. She had felt our pain, and wished to assuge it. She would give us a new life, with all that we ever wanted...if...She could win. But would she? It seemed as though She had already won, hadn't it? She always won. She beat us...And She will redeem us. She said she will.
She said...she loved us...
And She did. She won, and we saw, and she released us, and now we wanted to see the light, wanted to go, leave this filth, leave behind the still-rotting hunks of flesh in which we once resided.
And it was so.
We were...gone. And it was joy. Gone. We had taken leave of that horrible place, and we were now here, in Heaven, where we certainly belonged...
It was almost like being home again. At any moment, we would see our parents, our true parents, and tell them how very sorry we were...And oh!
There they were! Running towards them, but they moved not. They did not run towards us. They wept though.
Why? Did they not want us? What was wrong?
And we were finally there, finally hugging them, finally apologizing in the most sincere ways that we could think of...And then it ended.
An impossibly tall, thin man ran past us, shrieking like a banshee. We released our pleading hold for but a moment, and it was gone. All gone.
It was dark again. And we were gone. Alone. Each seperate.
And then we were one. All tied together, and I knew not my age, apperance, my name. Everything was a swirling torment of pain and confusion.
It stopped. A dim, red light filled the place. The sillhouette of a man was cast by it.
"Welcome..."
He seemed to write something on a notepad, before looking back down at us.
He stepped out of the shadow, and he smiled.
"Circle Four for you pleasant lot, I think..."
A/N: Do the math yourself! You should know what I mean by circle four...*squinty eyes*
And if anyones wondering, yes, that was a shamless JtHM reference, when they were in heaven. Are you irate, brethren?I was intentionally making this a bit...nonsensical, so if it doesn't make sense...Meh.
~Jones Tereka Seasight, The Queen of the Attic