Out of Place
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the characters of Dolly and Tess, and what you might call a plot.
Chapter Three: Glasses and Ghosties
Dolly grinned at this, and continued running, making her way up the stairs and around the maze of a house. She spotted Tess through some broken glass panels, noticing a man with a blade at her throat.
"Hey!" she yelled, running towards them, but that didn't last long. The Jackal squealed as he lunged at Dolly, knocking his little playmate to the ground. A long shard of glass sliced through her cheek, leaving a small pool of blood. He rolled her over on her back, drawing his hand back to claw at her face. But, he didn't. He couldn't. Instead, he crawled off of her and stood, kicking her towards Tess and Jackson.
"What the hell was that?" questioned Jackson, surprised as he noticed Dolly coming their way.
"That's Dolly. My friend who, oh-so-kindly, dragged me out here in the first place," snapped Tess, glaring at Jackson and at the blonde on the floor. If she were in a position to kill anyone, she wasn't quite sure who she'd kill first—Jackson or Dolly. Maybe both of them at the same time.
"Oh," was all that the assassination manager said.
"Oh, screw you Tess. You agreed to come with me." She slowly lifted her head off the floor, wincing. Reaching up, she began to pluck the glass out of the side of her face.
Tess's eyes narrowed at her friend. She was too angry to reply.
Dolly shook the hair from her face, and looked at Jackson. "I guess she didn't tell you this house has some remaining spirits, huh?"
"Spirits?" questioned Jackson curiously. "What kind of spirits?"
"The kind you can't kill with a knife," hissed Tess in reply, glaring at them both. She had had it with this crazy house. She wanted to go home!
Dolly shot a look at Tess. "They're dead, of course. And they aren't Casper the Friendly Ghost." She looked around, frowning a bit. "Didn't you find a pair of glasses or something, Tess?"
"Glasses? Like these?" questioned Jackson, twirling a pair on a finger. "What do glasses have to do with anything?"
"You're about to find out," replied Dolly, feeling the familiar chill that she had come to associate with ghosts. "Put them on."
"Why?"
"Just do it!" snapped Tess. She had a bad feeling about the glasses. They had seemed normal to her at first, but who really knew? Dolly did, but not that meant that they were a good thing. The last time she'd been wearing those things, she'd ended up running from the house and into Jackson.
Jackson rolled his blue eyes and slipped on the glasses just as the Jackal turned the corner. "Oh shit," he hissed.
Dolly tensed, and looked up at the Jackal. "We have to get out of here," she hissed, slowly moving backwards, trying not to attract attention.
Tess looked at her. "I was thinking that a long time ago!" she snapped back, only to have the Jackal look over at the two. He smiled viciously, and stepped passed Jackson, who was practically gawking at the thing, and walked towards the women.
"Jackson can fend for himself for now; let's go!" Dolly grabbed Tess and pulled her up, half-dragging her past the insane ghost.
"Where are we going?" Tess questioned as Dolly dragged her through the house.
"I don't know!" cried Dolly, searching for an enclosed room to protect them from the ghosts.
"Are we really going to leave him behind?"
Dolly rolled her eyes and refused to answer her friend's question. Of course they were going to leave him behind! He had a knife after all! The last thing they needed was for him to kill them.
A girly scream sounded from below them. The ghosts had found Jackson.
"Jesus, who was that!" Dolly stopped abruptly, looking around. She looked at Tess. "Was that..."
"Jackson?" Tess finished, looking down at the glass below them
Dolly shook her head and began running again, turning down a hall. She slid into a room that was still intact. "Stay here. I'll go get the pansy before he gets killed."
Tess looked at her. "Are you crazy? You'll get killed!"
Dolly only tilted her head. "I guess so." She shrugged and turned to run off.
