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"Ow!" The girl clutched her head and squinted back at Pie Eater. The guy with the kool-aid grabbed her shoulders to steady her, only to have her lash out and shove him away. He looked at her emotionlessly for a moment and then his face softened in some sudden realization.
"Do me a favor and don't think so loud," I was astonished, she sounded genuinely in pain. A picture entered my head. Charlotte was sitting on a table with odds and ends floating about her. It was very Matilda-ish. Oh, she's psychic. That helps.
"What are your names anyway?" she questioned, looking at my brother and I, both of whom formally introduced ourselves.
"Who built this place anyway?" I added to the end of his introduction.
"I'm Charlotte, this is Mike," she gestured to kool-aid boy and he nodded, "the house was built by a mad man," she said leading us out of the narrow hall that was the doorway and into a vast hall flooded with light from windows in the ceiling. But one of the odd things, I say one because there were many, was the fact that there were ten staircases leading up to doors. Each staircase was different, one marble, one iron, five or six made from various woods, no two were the same style.
"The man who built this house was Chester "Chaz" Everett. He was born in 1799 and was one of the richest men in North America. His money eventually drove him mad and he converted this house into an asylum for himself. He would have people do tests and lock him up in straight jackets.it was horrible. His limbs were terribly disfigured from spending day after day in the straight jacket. He wouldn't allow people to touch him, and when one wing of the castle caught on fire, he yelled and screamed that he'd rather parish then let someone touch him. This is staircase hall, by the way," she walked off to one of the far staircases and motioned for every one to stop.
The staircase was dark mahogany and massive, she reached the top and knocked softly on the door.
"Colby, your visitors are here," there was a loud crash and Spot sped out of his room, slamming the door, nearly running over Charlotte, and down the staircase.
"Get Blink and Dutch, we'll be in the watching room," he called as he jammed another cigarette in his mouth and walked off with us. This is a horrible way to do business. It's all very vague.
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"So, what's the watching room?" I questioned as we walked down a stone, spiral staircase.
"Charlie told you this was an asylum right?" we nodded " it's where he had his tests done. There's a shatter proof window and we've installed microphones," well, that was scary to hear.
"Dallas I'd watch your thoughts around me, and Charlie too," I nodded and then swallowed as we neared a room that looked much like an interrogation room.
"In," Spot said, opening the door. Yes, Drill Sergeant! I walked inside and he slammed it shut behind me. I heard a series of locks clicking into place, and, not for the first time, I was scared.
"Okay, Dallas-" Spot began; I was tired of hearing my name come from between his lips.
"Race track," I said narrowing my eyes. His ears twitched. HA! They twitch!
"Right, yeah, whatever," he went back to checking locks. This guy was seriously irritating.
Suddenly, I felt something smack me in the back of the head. I whirled around, searching the room for the enemy, seeing no one I glared at the glass. The slap wasn't really enough to hurt much.
"No, just a warning. I told you to watch what you think," oh, joy. A psychic. My thoughts were interrupted by Charlotte walking in she was flanked by two rather protective looking males. Both blondes. One had light blue eyes; the other had a dark blue eye. He only had one eye as far as I could see. He wore a black eye patch. For all I know he could be some demented pirate. Nothing would surprise me.
"Blink, Dutchy, this is our experiment," she nodded towards the glass obviously suppressing a giggle.
"Dallas, this is Gabriel "Kid" Blink, and this is Nikko "Dutchy" Dutch," The two nodded. The first thing I noticed about the Dutchy guy was that he had scar on his forehead, right below the hairline, that resembled a six- sided star. He apparently noticed me looking at him and raised a brow.
"So, what happens to him?" Blink questioned walking up to the glass.
"Transformations, nightly." Spot rambled off a few words and then looked at the two blondes curiously. His thin lips curled up into a smirk.
"What took?" Dutchy groaned and Blink scowled.
"Whatever sick little picture you've got stapled into that pathetic excuse for a brain, we weren't doing that. We are not gay," Dutchy, sighed at cast a sidelong glance at the hallway we'd just come down.
"Together." Spot smirked and then turned serious.again.
"Joe?"
"Out,"
"Oh," Well, that was certainly informative.
"Watch it Race," Spot looked at the glass separating us. That little guy has a murderous glance for the smallest one in the house, well, save for Charlotte.
"So, we're just gonna keep me locked in here until I change?" Not all of these people like me. I'd rather keep my lifespan long.
"Yeah," Spot said before turning to glance at everyone in the room. They were definitely an odd sort of family, one elf, one psychic, three others, and all deathly pale, that's five people who desperately need a tan.
"Perhaps we'll keep you in there longer," damned telepathy.
"I heard that," whatever.
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Well, I definitely don't like him, or his family. The other two are all right because they don't talk, but the one with problems, he has problems.
"Once you've seen the transformation, how will you diagnose him?" Oh, an intelligent question. Wow, I'm keeping my eye on the one with glasses. He has potential.
"Well, Charlie will probably examine him and then she and I will hit the library," Dutchy spoke up.
"There's a library?" Oh, unintelligent question. Damn, I really had hope for that one. Dutchy nodded, he was shy that one.
"Yeah, d'you want to see it, there's not much going on here," That was out of the ordinary.
"Send Joe down if you see him." Spot called as Specs and Dutchy headed upstairs.
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"That Spot guy is kinda touchy." The guy I was walking with was talking to himself and I knew it. I decided to respond anyhow.
"He hasn't had the nicest of lives," well, I think that was a nice response.
"My name's Taylor by the way, but call me Specs," Ah ha, he does have a name. He paused for a moment to gaze through his glasses at the ceiling. It's gorgeous. Almost completely stained glass, iron, and stone. It's like a collage of materials that you could stare at for hours, come back the next day, and see a million new things. We've yet to figure out what, exactly it's a picture of.
"Specs, you're standing on the Jackal," he looked at me for a moment, and then down at his feet.
"Ah!" well, of course he yelled, that thing is hideous. Think Charles Manson with a cage on his head, Freddy Krueger's nails, and a straight jacket. Gruesome, yes, but it was carved into the marble, we couldn't really get rid of it.
"What is that thing," Specs questioned walking to the center of the circle embedded in the marble flooring of staircase hall.
On the right of The Jackal was what appeared to be a man driven through with spikes; his right was missing, replaced by a large sledgehammer; next was a hideous woman, seeming to be held in stocks.
The next picture was another man, with most of his face torn off; then a woman whose neck appeared to be broken, she was bound from head to toe with rope.
The next picture bore two gruesome individuals. One was a female midget; she was aged; yet her clothing was that of a child. The other was an immense baby. Still next was a woman, half of whom was gorgeous and unscathed; the other half seemed hideously scarred.
The next picture was harder to decipher, but when Specs looked closer, he saw that it seemed to be a torso, accompanied by it's decapitated head. Dutchy shook his head as Specs' eyes traveled to the next figure. It was a pretty female, covered head to toe in slash marks that had clearly come from the knife she held.
Specs frowned at the next picture; it made him think of Race. It was a small boy whose head had been pierced straight through by an arrow. The last picture was terrifying. It was a man who was clearly taller than the norm. He looked like a piece of paper that belonged to a seven-year-old having just discovered what a hole-punch was. He had apparently been pumped full of lead. He held what looked like a man's leg in his left hand.
"The twelve members of the black zodiac, The Jackal, whom you've met, The Hammer, The Pilgrimess, The Torn Prince, The Bound Woman, The Dire Mother and The great Child, The Withered Lover, The Torso, The Angry Princess, The First born son, and my personal favorite, the Juggernaut," great, I've now scared him.
"Lovely.can we go to the library now? This is creepy," I'm not too comfortable with the black zodiac either. So, onward!
"Yeah, sure," I knew this castle like the back of my hand, the route to the library was particularly easy: up the back stairs from the watching room, into staircase hall, and down the hallway between the white marble and mahogany staircases. I reached the mismatched French doors and flung them open dramatically.
"Wow.it's huge,"
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I was having a Beauty and the Beast moment. Only the beauty was on the giving end. Wait.did I just think that. Ick, I've been corrupted by Race's weirdness!
"So, where'd you get that scar? Its amazing," weirdness! No! Stoppit brain! Stoppit!
"I've had it since I can remember, its kind of like a birthmark to me," oh, a birthmark.
"You do know I'm a unicorn right?" oh. Well, that was random.
"Its where my horn would be," he rubbed the spot on his forehead and walked towards a ladder.
I was just yelling at myself for the weirdness again when a young Asian man walked into the library with a cup of kool-aid. These people and their kool- aid
"Dutchy? What's it doing in my library?" he made a gesture towards me and then looked up at Dutchy who was shimmying up a ladder.
"It is Specs, his brother's a changer," can I be allowed to feel really uncomfortable?
"Can I have him?" uncomfortable-ness engaged.
"No, you cannot have him, Spot wants you in the watching room," he's leaving, yes!
"That was Joe," he was now shimmying down the ladder with a big book.
"I figured. What exactly did he mean by 'having me'?" he's laughing at me. Great, I'm being laughed at by a unicorn.
"He's a vampire," oh. Stupid me, I should've known.
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"So, Spotty boy, how long have you been living here?" Spotty, ha ha!
" Since I was 14,"
"Where are you're parents?"
"Not here," well, that was informative.
"Spot, the sun's down," Charlotte stood up and walked towards the window to stand with Blink, Spot, Pie Eater, and Mike. That guy was seriously.interesting? Spot is still giving me death glares.
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Mortals. They're so sheltered. He almost leapt out of his skin when I told him Joe was a vampire.
"Hey Dutchy?" well, he's no longer speechless.
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Race that Joe and Mike are vampires, he just thinks they're obsessed with Kool-aid," So, so sheltered.
"No problem,"
"So, what's that book?" we were now walking back to the watching room.
"Why this is my handy, dandy "Daemons and Transformation handbook," I really do love that book.
" I should've guessed," well, that was cold.
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So, suddenly, the Race kid lets out this war cry and drops to his knees. Charlotte's looking a bit jumpy anyhow.
"Charlie? Can your stomach handle this?" Spot was apparently taking a concern too, damn him.
"I'm fine, Colby," he winced slightly at the sound of his name. It's really amazing how he lets her get away with calling him that.
"It's starting!" the strangled bellow came from behind the glass just as Dutchy and Specs walked in the door. Me, Joe, Spot, Blink, Charlotte, and now Dutchy and Specs stood simply watching the glass. The one called Pie Eater was cowering in a corner. Hm.
He let out another roar and threw himself at the glass.
I'm drawing this out as long as I can, believe me. I really don't have much to say, other than STAY TUNED
Random Quote of the day: "Ah, and your husband disappeared, did he?" "Yes, but that was his job, he was an illusionist," "But he never reappeared," "Well, he wasn't a very good illusionist," - Mrs. White and The Butler- Clue
"Ow!" The girl clutched her head and squinted back at Pie Eater. The guy with the kool-aid grabbed her shoulders to steady her, only to have her lash out and shove him away. He looked at her emotionlessly for a moment and then his face softened in some sudden realization.
"Do me a favor and don't think so loud," I was astonished, she sounded genuinely in pain. A picture entered my head. Charlotte was sitting on a table with odds and ends floating about her. It was very Matilda-ish. Oh, she's psychic. That helps.
"What are your names anyway?" she questioned, looking at my brother and I, both of whom formally introduced ourselves.
"Who built this place anyway?" I added to the end of his introduction.
"I'm Charlotte, this is Mike," she gestured to kool-aid boy and he nodded, "the house was built by a mad man," she said leading us out of the narrow hall that was the doorway and into a vast hall flooded with light from windows in the ceiling. But one of the odd things, I say one because there were many, was the fact that there were ten staircases leading up to doors. Each staircase was different, one marble, one iron, five or six made from various woods, no two were the same style.
"The man who built this house was Chester "Chaz" Everett. He was born in 1799 and was one of the richest men in North America. His money eventually drove him mad and he converted this house into an asylum for himself. He would have people do tests and lock him up in straight jackets.it was horrible. His limbs were terribly disfigured from spending day after day in the straight jacket. He wouldn't allow people to touch him, and when one wing of the castle caught on fire, he yelled and screamed that he'd rather parish then let someone touch him. This is staircase hall, by the way," she walked off to one of the far staircases and motioned for every one to stop.
The staircase was dark mahogany and massive, she reached the top and knocked softly on the door.
"Colby, your visitors are here," there was a loud crash and Spot sped out of his room, slamming the door, nearly running over Charlotte, and down the staircase.
"Get Blink and Dutch, we'll be in the watching room," he called as he jammed another cigarette in his mouth and walked off with us. This is a horrible way to do business. It's all very vague.
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"So, what's the watching room?" I questioned as we walked down a stone, spiral staircase.
"Charlie told you this was an asylum right?" we nodded " it's where he had his tests done. There's a shatter proof window and we've installed microphones," well, that was scary to hear.
"Dallas I'd watch your thoughts around me, and Charlie too," I nodded and then swallowed as we neared a room that looked much like an interrogation room.
"In," Spot said, opening the door. Yes, Drill Sergeant! I walked inside and he slammed it shut behind me. I heard a series of locks clicking into place, and, not for the first time, I was scared.
"Okay, Dallas-" Spot began; I was tired of hearing my name come from between his lips.
"Race track," I said narrowing my eyes. His ears twitched. HA! They twitch!
"Right, yeah, whatever," he went back to checking locks. This guy was seriously irritating.
Suddenly, I felt something smack me in the back of the head. I whirled around, searching the room for the enemy, seeing no one I glared at the glass. The slap wasn't really enough to hurt much.
"No, just a warning. I told you to watch what you think," oh, joy. A psychic. My thoughts were interrupted by Charlotte walking in she was flanked by two rather protective looking males. Both blondes. One had light blue eyes; the other had a dark blue eye. He only had one eye as far as I could see. He wore a black eye patch. For all I know he could be some demented pirate. Nothing would surprise me.
"Blink, Dutchy, this is our experiment," she nodded towards the glass obviously suppressing a giggle.
"Dallas, this is Gabriel "Kid" Blink, and this is Nikko "Dutchy" Dutch," The two nodded. The first thing I noticed about the Dutchy guy was that he had scar on his forehead, right below the hairline, that resembled a six- sided star. He apparently noticed me looking at him and raised a brow.
"So, what happens to him?" Blink questioned walking up to the glass.
"Transformations, nightly." Spot rambled off a few words and then looked at the two blondes curiously. His thin lips curled up into a smirk.
"What took?" Dutchy groaned and Blink scowled.
"Whatever sick little picture you've got stapled into that pathetic excuse for a brain, we weren't doing that. We are not gay," Dutchy, sighed at cast a sidelong glance at the hallway we'd just come down.
"Together." Spot smirked and then turned serious.again.
"Joe?"
"Out,"
"Oh," Well, that was certainly informative.
"Watch it Race," Spot looked at the glass separating us. That little guy has a murderous glance for the smallest one in the house, well, save for Charlotte.
"So, we're just gonna keep me locked in here until I change?" Not all of these people like me. I'd rather keep my lifespan long.
"Yeah," Spot said before turning to glance at everyone in the room. They were definitely an odd sort of family, one elf, one psychic, three others, and all deathly pale, that's five people who desperately need a tan.
"Perhaps we'll keep you in there longer," damned telepathy.
"I heard that," whatever.
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Well, I definitely don't like him, or his family. The other two are all right because they don't talk, but the one with problems, he has problems.
"Once you've seen the transformation, how will you diagnose him?" Oh, an intelligent question. Wow, I'm keeping my eye on the one with glasses. He has potential.
"Well, Charlie will probably examine him and then she and I will hit the library," Dutchy spoke up.
"There's a library?" Oh, unintelligent question. Damn, I really had hope for that one. Dutchy nodded, he was shy that one.
"Yeah, d'you want to see it, there's not much going on here," That was out of the ordinary.
"Send Joe down if you see him." Spot called as Specs and Dutchy headed upstairs.
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"That Spot guy is kinda touchy." The guy I was walking with was talking to himself and I knew it. I decided to respond anyhow.
"He hasn't had the nicest of lives," well, I think that was a nice response.
"My name's Taylor by the way, but call me Specs," Ah ha, he does have a name. He paused for a moment to gaze through his glasses at the ceiling. It's gorgeous. Almost completely stained glass, iron, and stone. It's like a collage of materials that you could stare at for hours, come back the next day, and see a million new things. We've yet to figure out what, exactly it's a picture of.
"Specs, you're standing on the Jackal," he looked at me for a moment, and then down at his feet.
"Ah!" well, of course he yelled, that thing is hideous. Think Charles Manson with a cage on his head, Freddy Krueger's nails, and a straight jacket. Gruesome, yes, but it was carved into the marble, we couldn't really get rid of it.
"What is that thing," Specs questioned walking to the center of the circle embedded in the marble flooring of staircase hall.
On the right of The Jackal was what appeared to be a man driven through with spikes; his right was missing, replaced by a large sledgehammer; next was a hideous woman, seeming to be held in stocks.
The next picture was another man, with most of his face torn off; then a woman whose neck appeared to be broken, she was bound from head to toe with rope.
The next picture bore two gruesome individuals. One was a female midget; she was aged; yet her clothing was that of a child. The other was an immense baby. Still next was a woman, half of whom was gorgeous and unscathed; the other half seemed hideously scarred.
The next picture was harder to decipher, but when Specs looked closer, he saw that it seemed to be a torso, accompanied by it's decapitated head. Dutchy shook his head as Specs' eyes traveled to the next figure. It was a pretty female, covered head to toe in slash marks that had clearly come from the knife she held.
Specs frowned at the next picture; it made him think of Race. It was a small boy whose head had been pierced straight through by an arrow. The last picture was terrifying. It was a man who was clearly taller than the norm. He looked like a piece of paper that belonged to a seven-year-old having just discovered what a hole-punch was. He had apparently been pumped full of lead. He held what looked like a man's leg in his left hand.
"The twelve members of the black zodiac, The Jackal, whom you've met, The Hammer, The Pilgrimess, The Torn Prince, The Bound Woman, The Dire Mother and The great Child, The Withered Lover, The Torso, The Angry Princess, The First born son, and my personal favorite, the Juggernaut," great, I've now scared him.
"Lovely.can we go to the library now? This is creepy," I'm not too comfortable with the black zodiac either. So, onward!
"Yeah, sure," I knew this castle like the back of my hand, the route to the library was particularly easy: up the back stairs from the watching room, into staircase hall, and down the hallway between the white marble and mahogany staircases. I reached the mismatched French doors and flung them open dramatically.
"Wow.it's huge,"
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I was having a Beauty and the Beast moment. Only the beauty was on the giving end. Wait.did I just think that. Ick, I've been corrupted by Race's weirdness!
"So, where'd you get that scar? Its amazing," weirdness! No! Stoppit brain! Stoppit!
"I've had it since I can remember, its kind of like a birthmark to me," oh, a birthmark.
"You do know I'm a unicorn right?" oh. Well, that was random.
"Its where my horn would be," he rubbed the spot on his forehead and walked towards a ladder.
I was just yelling at myself for the weirdness again when a young Asian man walked into the library with a cup of kool-aid. These people and their kool- aid
"Dutchy? What's it doing in my library?" he made a gesture towards me and then looked up at Dutchy who was shimmying up a ladder.
"It is Specs, his brother's a changer," can I be allowed to feel really uncomfortable?
"Can I have him?" uncomfortable-ness engaged.
"No, you cannot have him, Spot wants you in the watching room," he's leaving, yes!
"That was Joe," he was now shimmying down the ladder with a big book.
"I figured. What exactly did he mean by 'having me'?" he's laughing at me. Great, I'm being laughed at by a unicorn.
"He's a vampire," oh. Stupid me, I should've known.
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"So, Spotty boy, how long have you been living here?" Spotty, ha ha!
" Since I was 14,"
"Where are you're parents?"
"Not here," well, that was informative.
"Spot, the sun's down," Charlotte stood up and walked towards the window to stand with Blink, Spot, Pie Eater, and Mike. That guy was seriously.interesting? Spot is still giving me death glares.
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Mortals. They're so sheltered. He almost leapt out of his skin when I told him Joe was a vampire.
"Hey Dutchy?" well, he's no longer speechless.
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Race that Joe and Mike are vampires, he just thinks they're obsessed with Kool-aid," So, so sheltered.
"No problem,"
"So, what's that book?" we were now walking back to the watching room.
"Why this is my handy, dandy "Daemons and Transformation handbook," I really do love that book.
" I should've guessed," well, that was cold.
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So, suddenly, the Race kid lets out this war cry and drops to his knees. Charlotte's looking a bit jumpy anyhow.
"Charlie? Can your stomach handle this?" Spot was apparently taking a concern too, damn him.
"I'm fine, Colby," he winced slightly at the sound of his name. It's really amazing how he lets her get away with calling him that.
"It's starting!" the strangled bellow came from behind the glass just as Dutchy and Specs walked in the door. Me, Joe, Spot, Blink, Charlotte, and now Dutchy and Specs stood simply watching the glass. The one called Pie Eater was cowering in a corner. Hm.
He let out another roar and threw himself at the glass.
I'm drawing this out as long as I can, believe me. I really don't have much to say, other than STAY TUNED
Random Quote of the day: "Ah, and your husband disappeared, did he?" "Yes, but that was his job, he was an illusionist," "But he never reappeared," "Well, he wasn't a very good illusionist," - Mrs. White and The Butler- Clue