Disclaimer: I own nothing simple and plain. This story is R for a reason, blood, violence, Language, and possible rape don't like don't read. This story will start with the Jackal being taken to the glass house. R& R and enjoy
Darkness has no bounds
A large 18 wheeler with a seemingly empty, large glass container roared down a deserted road as the full moon stared down at the serene open fields. The truck and the black ominous vehicles it followed had been traveling several days across the states to capture one of 12 ghosts, this ghost in particular had been quite nasty to deal with, half of the crew they had set out with had been maimed beyond recognition and now lay dead in the old burned down Borehamwood Asylum.
Three days on the road and said wraith was just calming down from his frantic yells, growls and continual scratching and ramming of the impenetrable walls with Latin scribbles. He merely lay in a corner of the cell looking up at the moon with feral yellow eyes.
The truck hit a rather large pothole bouncing the cage on the bed of the truck causing the ghost to bounce in his cell slightly, he growled loudly with pale cracked lips pulled back showing sharp fang like teeth. Calming down slightly the ghost sat up and began to giggle which soon turned into a loud maniacal cackle. Soon the scenery turned from rolling plains to forested area and the moon descended from the sky and the sun began to make its way up.
After what seemed to be hours more the truck finally turned down a gravel road and stopped in front of a partially completed glass house, then back up so the bed of the truck was closer to the incomplete section of the house. The ghost got as close to the glass as he could to peer off the bed of the truck to see an underground portion of the house but he couldn't see much more than that.
The glass container creaked, groaned and shook as it was lifted into the air causing its occupant to be set off once again, he clawed, yelled, and growled forcing the glass cage to rock back and forth, the men who had trapped rushed to try to steady the container as it was lowered into the unfinished basement.
The other 10 occupants of the basement looked up at the sound of the truck arriving wondering what poor soul had now been captured and brought to this personal hell of theirs. Their curiosity was almost destroyed when they heard yelling and … growling? The other 10 ghosts watched as few men came down where they were, standing where the new cage would go, across from a beautiful woman covered in blood and gashes.
The other ghosts covered their ears as the containment cell was lowered into place and the basement was filled with a high pitched screech and raspy yells as the 11th ghost was bought into place and the cell was set up, the men that had helped steady the cage ran out of the basement like the devil himself was after them.
The other ghosts watched with various emotions as the new arrival continued his wild and relentless attack on the glass walls. One ghost in particular glared at the new arrival before hitting the glass of his own cell with a baseball bat, "Will you shut the hell up you freak" the boy yelling causing the new ghost to go into an even more frenzied state.
A few of the other ghosts glared at the teenager, "Now look at what ye did, ye made him worse," said a woman in pilgrim looking attire and her head and hands in stocks. "God someone make him stop" said another teenager, a girl with her hand bound behind her back and her neck broken. The new ghost's frenzied state seemed to get worse.
The poor woman who was across from the new ghost shrank back from him as he continued to claw at the glass causing the sharp high pitched noise. "Will you stop you crazy fuck, you aren't getting out, no of us are," the teenage boys said annoyed. "Royce if you would be quite he might calm down, we just need to stay as quite as possible and hope he either wears himself out or calms down" said the gentle voice of the Withered Lover. The ghosts bite their tongues and waited the long grueling hours as the new ghost continued to attack the glass walls finally the boy had had enough and was about to strike the wall again until he notice something….. it was quite.
Looking out his glass cell he noticed the new occupant had indeed calmed down if only partly he was now pacing rounds in his cell looking at his surrounding and the other ghosts as he walked round and round in his cell. Now that he had stopped his trashing and frenzied attacks he was a little easier to see much to the other ghosts surprise Royce had been right to call him a crazy fuck.
The ghost wore a tattered and grayed straightjacket, thick leather straps with heavy iron rings hung off the jacket small tears and rips where visible on the jacket and the scrub pants he wore, a metal cage was locked around his head with the bars on the front twisted and bent out and yellow feral eyes peered out. His hands where ripped and mutilated down to the bone forming sharp claws and every time he growled sharp fangs appeared.
One of the ghosts a young boy about 12 stared in complete horror at him and ran to the farthest corner of his cell away from the new ghost. Footsteps echoed as the man who caught them walked down the stair and stopped in front of the new ghost's cell, the ghost turned to him, hunched down slightly and growled at him loudly.
"I see your new cell mate has finally calmed down some, good" he said as he turned to the other ghosts, "This was Ryan Khun a serial rapist and murderer from the turn of the century I believe he died in 1908 in the Borehamwood Insane Asylum" smiling Cyrus Kriticose turned back to the ghost and stared him in the eyes, " you cause me a good deal of grief, now I have to find quite a few people to replace the ones you killed," turning back to the other ghosts, "This is the 11th ghost of the Black Zodiac , The Jackal," with that the man left in search of new team members and then his final ghost, The Juggernaut.