Torn Between
By TornPrince'sSmile
Chapter four: Great…
Disclaimer: I don't own Thirteen Ghosts, the director and screen writer do; I only own Alessa and parts of the plot.
"So what's the catch?" Arthur asked Moss as they entered the library.
"What?"
"The house is perfect, it must cost a lot." Ben laughed, and Arthur looked confused.
"Cyrus put you on the will and paid for the next twenty years; you have all his money also… does it matter?" Arthur scratched his head.
"I have a bad feeling about this place."
You should, Ben thought as he smiled and handed Arthur the signing papers.
Alessa wondered around the basement, it was filled with glass 'cages' as she labeled them. The contained nothing, but they had some kind of writing on it. Suddenly the passage-way split into two parts.
"Right or left?" Alessa questioned silently. She shrugged her shoulders and turned left, missing a running Dennis by a moment. He seemed to be scared for his life.
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Alessa started singing quietly. She remembered this song, this lullaby from her mother. When Alessa, Bobby, or Kathy got restless during the night the song always put tiredness over them and slowly they would fall asleep.
"Do you see what I see?
Restless loves, sighing tonight.
Loving lovers, cuddle under the starlight.
Do you see what I see?
Skating lovers, picture perfect.
Sleep now, sleep tight.
Don't let the bed-bugs bite.
Sing this song inside your head,
'til the dawn spreads.
Do you see what I see?
Closing eyes and song birds tweets."
She knew somehow, where ever her mother was; she was sure she heard it.
"Lovers quarrel over nights."
Alessa's eyes widened, who was singing? She glanced around and saw no one. Was she going crazy? Was this house playing tricks on her now?
"Alessa." Her voice was called out. She swished her head around and saw no one—this was insane, it sounded like her mother.
"Alessa?" tears filled her eyes.
"Who's speaking? I do not like people playing tricks on me." The voice was no longer there. She slid onto the glass and yawned, "What to do." Her eyes closed and when she opened them again, they traveled to the floor. Sitting on the ground was a pair of see-threw glasses. She quirked a thin eyebrow and picked them up.
"Hello," she said in a singsong voice, "didn't see you there." She slipped the glasses on and looked around; nothing was different. Suddenly a bat swung at the glass she was looking at. She shrieked and looked towards the glass. A boy, around her age, looked towards her angrily. He mouthed something along the lines of 'get out of here.' She couldn't read his lips before something pounded behind her. Turning she saw a mess of hair nestled inside a box cage. She gave a scream and ran down the invisible halls.
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"This is impossible." Arthur cried out; his children were gone. Suddenly a scream erupted, he couldn't pine point were. Now that Ben Moss was gone he wasn't sure were he was in the first place. He ran up the clear steps and ran upstairs; he needed to find his children.
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A nude woman sat inside her cell; waiting for a dumbass to trigger the opening. Suddenly a man walked by and talked to her.
"Hello sweet thing." She growled and grabbed her knife, slashing at the glass. He took a step back and smiled; he walked away.
"Men." She grumbled. Suddenly a girl ran passed, guessing the girl didn't see the nude woman, she slid down the glass.
"What's going on here? Ghosts?" apparently the girl understood what they were… Dana stared at the girl; she had a strange beauty to her; she wanted it. Since her body was no good, she wanted this girl.
Her body was perfect. Slim figure with the right amount of curves in the right places. Her face was clear and she had beautiful black hair and glistening green eyes. Dana especially loved the girl's plump lips.
She smashed the knife against the glass. The girl jumped and looked at the nude woman; the glass had opened.
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Alessa screamed with fright as the woman appeared in front of her; the ghost was pretty, but with cuts along her body… it was very unappealing. Suddenly Ben snuck up behind the ghost. Alessa took the chance and ran.
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She didn't know where the stairs were anymore, the clear walls didn't help one bit. She searched, but only found the caged ghosts. Her face was hot from tears and screaming, she felt like no one could hear her. This was horrible, she was being chased by ghosts… great.
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Royce watched as the raven haired girl waltzed around in her little skirt; it brought unwanted feelings in his stomach—he hated this feeling. He was the all-star baseball player, but after his accident he hated looking at girls and getting…all weird down there and in his head—this girl was making him feel weird in his heart also. He swung the bat towards the glass and watched the girl jump; this was the second time.
"Run." He said towards her—watching Ryan come up from behind her. She looked confused. Suddenly the glass opened and Royce veered out.
He grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her away from the reaching claws of the demon. Ryan grinned evilly.
"Got a new crush there pretty boy?" Royce growled and held his bat up. He took a good swing towards Ryan—he easily dodged and ran passed Royce. He took the girl by the arm and started the claw at her.
Tearing her shirt to shreds, all that was left was the remaining straps she knew as her bra, until Royce finally succeed at pulling him off.
The Jackal was glaring at Royce as he rubbed his bruised head.
"You'll pay pretty boy, and you'll regret it too." Royce raised his bat again, but Ryan tucked out and ran.
Royce looked towards the girl, she was frightened—tears rolled down her face. He took a step forward, but the girl whimpered and backed up.
"P-please don't hurt me Mister." Royce's eyes widened and his 'eyebrows' knitted together. Suddenly, he sat Indian-style in front of the crying girl, bat in place just in case.
"Royce." He spoke, his voice hoarse and he had long forgotten the huskiness to it. The girl looked up.
"You warned me before." Royce raised his eyebrow.
"Then why didn't you listen?"
"I found you…interesting." Royce looked at the girl as if she were dumb.
"Doll-face, you gotta learn to listen." Alessa smiled croakily.
"Alessa."
"That's a weird name."
"And Royce isn't?" Royce rolled his eyes and stared at the girl—he liked her.
(A/N: Yep, so Jackal's an ass for now and Royce is a total knucklehead—lol just kidding, he's a sweetheart and that's just how he'll be in this story because that's how I picture him before he got all burnt up.)