Out of Place
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the characters of Dolly and Tess, and what you might call a plot.
Summary: Insanity runs rampant when different worlds collide. Uses characters from Thirteen Ghosts, Red Eye, Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, and others.
Chapter One: An Odd Arrival
"This," a chuckle, a feminish chuckle, "Is perfect. Don't you agree, Tess?"
"Mhm." the one named 'Tess' nodded slowly, a broad, sinister smile growing on her lips. She looked at the house before them, or what was left of one. Glass shards were sprayed all over the area, threatening any visitors that came towards the house. "So, tell me how you found this again, Dolly..."
It was 5:00 A.M., and still dark out. The moon was out, and the sun was gradually rising. The low chirps of the early birds echoed through the threatening woods. But this didn't seem to bother the two women, not one bit. They were making their way to the glass house, small pieces and shards crunching under their applied weight. And one must be wondering by now, what in God's name were these two individuals doing here?
"Can you remind me again why we're here?" questioned Tess as they neared the front of the glass house. Or at least what should have the front of the glass house.
Dolly rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered why she had bothered to drag Tess along.
"I told you in the car, remember?"
"That doesn't mean that I was paying attention. I have an iPod after all..."
Tess and her blasted music. That was all she ever did. She was constantly listening to music, or humming it, drumming it on any type of surface available, or playing it on her Takamine guitar. It got really old really fast. But then again, Dolly liked her music too and enjoyed singing.
"Argh. You're so... so... dumb!" Dolly kicked the ground in anger and pouted.
"Well, soorryyy." Tess rolled her eyes and looked down at her iPod, searching through the music. She smiled to herself and bobbed her head to the music, tapping her hands on her thighs. Tess's eyes closed, her head still bobbing, unaware of the still intact glass panel in front of her.
"Uh, Tess..."
Of course Tess didn't listen and went face-first into the panel, cursing loudly.
"Hate to say I told you so," Dolly chuckled and walked around the glass, walking through what used to be the door. She looked around, dragging her feet. "God, what a place!"
"It's kinda creepy, ya know? I mean, I have this odd feeling that there's something still here."
"Oh, yeah, it's the past ghosties that lived here. Whoo." She waggled her fingers in front of Tess's face.
"No, seriously. It's just, odd."
"Huh," said Dolly. She too, could feel the presence of some being.
"I hate everything about you!" Tess sung along with her iPod, blissfully unaware of how childish she was acting. In reality, she was twenty-five, but as Dolly often told her, she was still fifteen in her own little world.
Dolly rolled her eyes and left to examine the rest of the glass house. Tess could fend for herself. After all, there was nothing in the house, or at least that's what she had been told.
When she went downstairs, she was being to think she had been lied to.
It was strange; the whole house was strange. And the smell. Bleugh. Nauseating. It was a rotten egg smell, strong and thick through the air. She glanced around slowly, watching her surroundings closely. "No one is here," she said to herself, "No one is here..."
Tess, on the other hand, was enjoying herself as she walked around the house, looking at every nook and cranny. Oh yes, Ms. Investigator. She murmured the lyrics, stopping when she saw something interesting. "Hey! Hey, Dolly!" She picked up a pair of glasses that looked at though they had never been touched.
"Teesss!" Dolly screamed as she raced up the steps, as a 'thing' with a caged head chased her, laughing maniacally. She ran for dear life. Turning swiftly down the hall, she stopped as a panel kept her from going any farther. She turned around, backing against the wall, giant blue eyes staring at the haunting yellow ones in front of her. This was one hell of a way to end her young life.
"I wonder what these do," said Tess out loud as she tried on the glasses. She shrugged when she did not notice any differences and headed downstairs.
At least the glasses were kind of cool looking.
She figured out their purpose as soon as she noticed a demented caged person beside Dolly, who was trapped against a glass panel with her back to Tess.
"Shit!" hissed Tess before running to the glass and banging on it. "DOLLY!"
Dolly couldn't hear Tess, but the caged man only smirked. He looked towards Tess and giggled, before looking back at Dolly.
"Ooh, shit... Ehe, hi?" She dove to the side when the man swung out at her, his nails ripping the sleeve of her shirt. And she ran, ran like there was no tomorrow, until she ran into something, well, someone. She slowly looked up, making eye contact with a light green-eyed man, the side of his face mangled and bloodied.
Tess kicked the glass. "Damned...thing!" she screamed at the Jackal through the glass, green eyes narrowed. She looked around and ran back upstairs. This wasn't fun anymore.
Tess fled the house, feet kicking up shards of glass as she ran. She tripped as she closed in on the car and her feet flew out from under her. Glass sliced through her jeans and the thin skin of her palms. Tess swore violently as she picked shards from her bleeding hands.
A shadow fell across her and she looked up into a pair of crystal blue eyes. She jumped and tried to crawl backwards before remembering that her hands were cut and she was in the middle of a field of glass.