Out of Place
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the characters of Dolly and Tess, and what you might call a plot.
Chapter Two: Making New Friends
"I'm really started to hate this place!" murmured Dolly, trying to analyze the worsening situation. The green-eyed man smiled at her and she narrowed her blue eyes. This was clearly not her day.
Dolly balled a fist up, and pulled her arm back, ready to strike the cursed thing. But that didn't work so well. Instead, he grabbed her fist with his good hand, holding it tightly. "Let me go! Let me go!" she yelled at him, pulling hard. Of course, the ghost did let go, and Dolly fell back, only to noticed the Jackal standing over her, smirking viciously. "Why me, Lord?" she asked silently.
"Um, hi," said Dolly to the Jackal, trying to be polite. She really did not want to die by this homicidal maniac's hands.
The Jackal giggled maniacally, and lunged at Dolly, who scooted under the Torn Prince's legs. She rolled over, and quickly stood, running out of the room. The Jackal went head on into the other ghost, toppling both over.
Tess groaned deeply. "God damnit, what happened?" She slowly reached up to touch her face, but as she did, her still warm, crimson blood was smeared across her face. She yelled and jumped into a sitting position, only to realize she was back in the bloody house. She looked around, feeling a presence close by.
"This day just keeps getting better and better," groaned Tess as she inspected her surroundings.
"Why's that?" questioned a male voice from behind her, causing the redhead to jump.
"Jackson?"
Tess turned around slowly, looking up at the man who spoke. "Oooh... shit..." She clenched her teeth, backing up quickly.
Jackson stepped closer where Tess could see him better. He was dressed in a suit and she could make out the small mark above the collar of his shirt. His cold blue eyes were partially hidden by his long dark hair and in his right hand was a knife.
A very sharp knife.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tess asked, pissed and scared at the same time.
"If I knew, I would tell you. But as it is, I don't."
Tess scoffed, "Yeah, like an assassination manager wouldn't know exactly what he's doing..."
In a flash the knife was at her throat. "How is that you know who I am?" he questioned.
"I'm sorry, did I forget to tell you that I've been stalking you? How rude of me."
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