DISCLAMER I do not own Hellboy or it's characters (Nuada) and I also do not own LAKnight's characters! (Dylan and Eamonn)
Ok so on this one Carol, Nuada, and Dylan are actually good friends, they have known each other for about a year now even though Nuada is being Nuada and still not trusting her fully because she is human. Now to explain the ring and potion. So in my head Witches don't use wands they use jewelry and their main piece normally is a ring. As for how the potion works and how tragedy will soon catch up with her the potion is a body enhancer so that it can take a bigger beating. The reason she needs this is because the spell she chants unlocks the power within her ring that holds thousands and thousands of her ancestor's powers. In other words A LOT OF POWER! So yea that is about it . . . enjoy!
She sits on her feet with her knees bleeding over the rough rocks under them. Glassy, distance eyes seem to stare at nothing when she finally asks aloud. "Why am I so afraid of staining my hands red? " Dylan takes her eyes off Eamonn who still has the iron blade to Carol's throat.
"What?" Worry and confusion fill the room as she realizes what might be going through Carol's head.
"Dylan," her eyes focus on Dylan but seem to be searching for something, anything, to pull her back to reality and out of her poisonous thoughts, "what was my reasoning behind not killing others?" Her hands fidget with the ring on her left hand slowly taking it off.
"Because it is a sin to take a life, they are not yours to take." Her voice is clear and calm, to her surprise, but the good feelings left were replaced with a lightning bolt of worry when she sees the ring being slid onto her right ring finger. "Carol . . .?"
"That isn't it," she turns the ring five times around her finger, "that can't be the only reason, that isn't a good enough reason for me, at least . . . not anymore." Her eyes lower and stare into the nothingness she is about to fall into.
"Can't you remember what you told me? We did talk about it didn't we?" Dylan starts to lightly shake her head as Carol's hand reaches for her secret pouch in her bra just beside her underarm. "Carol please just sit and think."
"I have been Dylan," discreetly taking a small vile out from her bra she holds it in both hands as if she is praying still staring at nothing, "this whole time I have been trying to convince myself, talk myself out of this but . . ." She slowly shakes her head careful not to startle Eamonn "I see no reasoning anymore. Is it the human in me, that pure human instinct to kill everything around me, untill I am the last one standing? Or is it desperation, the fact that my friends are trying to save me and will probably get themselves killed doing so." She quietly takes out the small quark in the vile as her voice truns shaky and unstable. She looks up at Dylan one more time mouthing the words I'm sorry. She brings her hands up to her mouth and tilts her head back taking the liquid like a shot.
"CAROL DON'T!" Dylan's voice echos off the stone walls as Carol's whispers cut through the air that pulls in and around herself as they speed into a whirlwind. Eamonn takes the back of the knife and cracks it across the back of Carol's head letting her fall to the ground. The empty vile brakes as it hits the ground and her ring winks at Dylan.
"That little chit, trying to give herself extra strength." He grabs her by the hair and pulls her up so her unconscious face is chin to chin with his. "I will enjoy killing you slowly." Dropping her to the ground again he turns his attention to Nuada and Dylan. "Now let's begin where we left off, shall we?"
"I agree." The child's voice graces everyone's ear like a whisper being told from behind. All three turn in the direction they thought they heard the voice but no one was there. Eamonn turned to find the ground bare behind him where he had left Carol. "In fact," the voice came from above them now in many different directions, "let's make a game of it!" The voice sounds eager but the undertone of sinister and evil made a shiver run up Dylan's spine. Still, she had to ask.
"Carol?" From behind her there is a soft whoosh, a faint presence is felt, and a small airy whisper.
"Dylan?" Nuada points his blade at the witch's throat and Dylan jumps back behind him. "Hehe, I win! And since I scared both Nuada and Dylan they are removed from the game." Putting her finger lightly on the point of the blade she moves around it, as if nothing could possibly harm her. Sliding past Nuada to give Dylan the warmest hug she whispers in her ear. "Go on Dylan," she leans back to look in her eyes, "no one should see what I am about to do to these poor souls."
There is too much cheer in her eyes. What was in that potion? Dylan notices Nuada stands practically paralyzed as he can only stair at the two humans. "Carol you don't have to do this." Taking Carols hands Dylan begs. "Please don't."
The first flicker of sorrow flashes in Carol's eyes. "It is too late." There is a yell from Eamonn and then he is suddenly cut off and freezes in mid run as Carol begins to laugh as if the funniest joke in the work had been told. "Oh I do love teasing my toys. They think me so weak that it is almost too easy." She turns to a very tense Nuada. "Do you think of me as weak, Nuada? Ah there it is," she moves closer as Nuada takes a step back, "that disgust for the human race is in your eyes. You're right to look at me like that. I am about to do everything you think a black hearted human dose." She raises her hand and Nuada winces to take a step back but he can't move. She lightly graces his cheek with the back of her fingers. "So be a dear and take Dylan away." She glides away from the now released Nuada and over to Dylan. "Be careful," she puts two hands on the back of her head leans her head down and kisses her forehead. She turns and looks at Nuada, "and kick some ass." She passes Dylan and reaches for Eamonn when Dylan grabs her hand.
"You'll regret this Carol. As soon as this high wears off you'll -" The look of complete calm in Dylan's eyes catches Dylan's words in her throat.
"I won't live through this Dylan, you should know that. As soon as the enhancer wears off my heart won't be able to take the power running through my body." She takes her hand from Dylan. "Goodbye Dylan." Taking in a breath the air becomes still and then when she breathes out a gush of wind makes Dylan fly back into Nuada and they both fly through door way with it slamming behind them. She chants an incantation sealing the room with a barrier for nothing to get in or out. She lets go of her hold on Eamonn as 15 elven warriors come to aid the cat eyed elf. "Oh my Eamonn, all of these toys for me? You shouldn't have." The happy expression and light giggle morphs into something that a serial killer might look and sound like after forming the best plan yet. With her eyes shaded by her fallen hair and her smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's, she opens her hands to darken the room with a little bit of black magic. Her voice slowly hisses from her teeth as she darkens the room to pitch black. "Let's play."
A light giggle can be heard . . . and then the screams.
Ok so I don't think it is creepy sounding enough but I want this out there this is supposed to sound like Carol is the leading role in a horror film with a little ball of energy of a kid is the main evil ghost. Any suggestions on how I should make it better?
TTFN ^-^