"Twisted"
Disclaimers: The Keeper concepts, ex: keepers, cousins, hell holes, Hell itself, etc. belong to Tanya Huff. Aliki Willows, Jake Cross, and Coridan are my creations. Enjoy.
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In a dim and dank basement of a house in a suburb that never made the maps, Jake Cross sits in a circle of unlighted candles. Jake lights the candles clockwise, he burns the incense, he does everything that the leather bound book says to do. You see, Jake Cross's life isn't so perfect and he wants to do something about it. Jake says a few odd Latin words, while writing symbols in a special calk onto the basement floor. When the 'spell' was complete, Jake waited. The Possibilities tore wide open. When Mr. Cross does not hear the sound of the Possibilities ripping open, he sighs. He thought he failed. He was wrong, way wrong. He just opened one of the worse things in the universe.
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A dark bottomless, less then a foot radius hole appears in Jake Cross's basement. A sigh is heard from it.
FREE, FREE AT LAST! It chuckles.
WE WERE FREED BEFORE, REMEMBER?
NO I DON'T.
DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DONE?
NOPE.
DO YOU CARE?
UH-UH.
WHY DO I BOTHER? Hell asks itself.
Disclaimers: The Keeper concepts, ex: keepers, cousins, hell holes, Hell itself, etc. belong to Tanya Huff. Aliki Willows, Jake Cross, and Coridan are my creations. Enjoy.
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In a dim and dank basement of a house in a suburb that never made the maps, Jake Cross sits in a circle of unlighted candles. Jake lights the candles clockwise, he burns the incense, he does everything that the leather bound book says to do. You see, Jake Cross's life isn't so perfect and he wants to do something about it. Jake says a few odd Latin words, while writing symbols in a special calk onto the basement floor. When the 'spell' was complete, Jake waited. The Possibilities tore wide open. When Mr. Cross does not hear the sound of the Possibilities ripping open, he sighs. He thought he failed. He was wrong, way wrong. He just opened one of the worse things in the universe.
* * * * *
A dark bottomless, less then a foot radius hole appears in Jake Cross's basement. A sigh is heard from it.
FREE, FREE AT LAST! It chuckles.
WE WERE FREED BEFORE, REMEMBER?
NO I DON'T.
DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DONE?
NOPE.
DO YOU CARE?
UH-UH.
WHY DO I BOTHER? Hell asks itself.