Laura was restless in her sleep. Royce could only stare at her and
wince whenever she made a violent twist or turn. Ryan only smiled. This
reminded him of how she had reacted under him, violent movements and all.
He sniggered. Royce heard him and looked over at him, placing his hand
protectively over the glass as though to keep him from the young woman in
the cell. The Jackal only laughed and blew a kiss to Laura with a slight
wink to piss Royce off. Royce glared at the man before fixing his gaze on
Laura, tracing her figure around the glass.
"Nnn. Royce..? You there?" Laura awoke and spoke in a soft, innocent voice, causing Royce to smile brightly.
"I'm here, Laura, no need to worry. Sleep well? Any dreams?"
"Him." Laura tilted her head in the Jackal's direction and he gave a cheerful shout.
"I even haunt your dreams! This is absolutely wonderful!" He clapped his hands like a giddy teenaged girl.
"Keep it down over there, freak!" The young woman yelled at him.
Ryan only smiled sweetly, causing Laura to flinch back and close her eyes tightly. Then, there was the loud sound of glass in the air. Laura jumped up quickly and stared at the entrance of her cell. It was open! This had to be a trap, but the young woman-child didn't care, she wanted out! Rushing out of the door, Laura allowed herself to run into the Jackal's cell so that she would stop. He slashed at the glass. She abruptly pulled away from the glass and trotted over to the prince's cell.
"Royce! I'm out! Don't worry; I'll get you out too!" She placed her hands on the glass and giggled when he did the same.
"I'm counting on you, Laura."
The teen blushed. Nodding, she quickly memorized the symbol on Royce's cell and set off looking for some way to open his cell. This place was huge! The ceilings were made of metal with the Latin and the ground made up of glass blocks. Hallways branched off of the one she was walking down and Laura gulped. She would surely get lost here! She cursed softly. Another 'shing' was heard and Laura jumped as a tall, beastly being stepped out of his cell, staring down at her. The girl's eyes widened and she slowly began to back up out of his reach.
"Umm.hi?" Laura offered the greeting very softly so that he wouldn't hear the trembling in her voice.
Blood shot eyes just narrowed in anger and he began to advance upon her more quickly. 'Time to high-tail it!' Laura thought. Quickly turning on her heel, the woman-child took off down the way she had come from. She could hear grunts fade, appear closer, then fade again. Laura didn't dare look back. Bad thing was, she wished she had. The Jackal stood ready for her in her path. When had he gotten out?! Gods, this was just one hell of a shitty time she was having! The teen couldn't stop herself quickly enough to avoid running into Ryan. They both toppled over, but the Jackal had already got a firm grasp on her. He glanced over his shoulder at Breaker and dragged Laura off to his cell.
"Leave me the fuck alone, psycho!" She screamed.
Royce didn't let her scream go unnoticed. Royce quickly began to hit his bat against the glass as he watched the Jackal pull Laura's straight jacket up. He wouldn't rape her just yet. A little pain was in order. Ryan snaked his hand around Laura's neck until he knew he bruised it. Next came her torso. He dug pointed claws deep within her dead flesh, causing her to shriek and struggle. Her hands flew up instinctively and grabbed Ryan's wrist, trying to pry him off of her. Wait a minute, since when could she touch him. Laura gave a weak grin before she thrust her knee up and hit home right between the Jackal's legs. He howled and let go of her so that he could comfort himself. Glancing down, the teen noticed her wounds were already healing. Awesome! Scrambling around to get to her feet, Laura smiled gratefully when she noticed Royce's cell open. He rushed out and took her into his arms, a blush forming in the girl's cheeks.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry that I couldn't get out."
"Don't worry, Royce, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here before he recovers!"
Leaning forward some, Royce whispered something into Laura's ear, causing her to blink a few times quickly before she smiled. Running off together down the hall, the woman-child phased in and out of sight. It was her first attempt, so the first few times, she flickered in and out of reality. Royce chuckled and took her hand, leading her up the stairs of the huge building. When he had been brought down here, he had noticed a fancy house on the upper levels. He would take Laura there, twisting and turning through the hallways until he found a room he found suitable for the both of them. There were two twin beds with thick, scarlet colored sheets and fluffy pillows, matching the color of the comforters. He quickly led Laura inside and slammed the door shut behind them, locking the door firmly. He clapped the imaginary dust from his hands.
"Well, now that we have a room, I'd suggest you freshen up and get ready to stay in here for a while or until everything settles over." Royce glanced out of the corner of his eyes at her, giving her an appreciating look.
"Why can't we just get out of the building, Royce?"
"They'd expect that. We've got to out-smart them if we really want out."
"Oh." Laura replied softly.
Smiling softly, the young teen walked over to the bathroom and shut the door tightly and stepped in front of the mirror. What she saw looking back at her was a bit disappointing. There were raw slashes down her face, giving her porcelain skin a red hue. She reached up and traced the cuts over gently before she struggled to get out of her jacket, growling softly. A few moments of wrestling with the stupid thing went on until she finally tossed it into the corner and walked over to the shower, turning on the hot water with just enough cold water to make it comfortable. She stepped in and pulled the shower curtain around the tub, enjoying the comforting warmth of the relaxing water. She gave a soft sigh of relief as she began to wash up, working gingerly over her cuts and bruises until she was clean.
~*~
Royce sat down on the bed to the right of the room, setting his bat down beside him and giving a gentle yawn. His ears picked up the sounds of feminine growls then the sound of running water. He shivered slightly. She was one of only a few that could get a positive reaction from him. Somehow, she just seemed so much more innocent than the rest of the ghosts, catching his eye at once. Then there had been her beauty. She couldn't rival Dana Newman, but she could at least attribute to the imagination. He smiled warmly, thinking of what she would look like beneath the bloody jacket that always found its way back onto her small, slender form. Sure, they may had been perverted thoughts, but he was dead, God damn it! He could think of whomever he pleased now, right? Royce gave a firm nod of self-approval before flopping back onto the bed he had claimed.
"She's dead, just like you, Royce, ol' buddy, ol' pal. She's within your grasp if you try hard enough." Royce grinned and glanced over at the bathroom door when the water shut off.
~*~
Laura stepped out of the shower, relaxed and refreshed as ever. She towel-dried her black looking chocolate-brown hair, the chorus of a song she rather enjoyed escaping her lips as she did so. She had been an Evanescence fan before her death, and the words belonged to the song "Imaginary."
"In my field of paper flowers-and candy clouds of lullaby-" Laura pulled her jacket back on, brushed her hair and walked out into the main room before she resumed singing, her tone softer than before so that she wouldn't disturb Royce. "I lie inside myself for hours-and watch my purple sky fly over me.."
Royce had cast a strange glance over at Laura as she sand and she shut up at once, a deep blush burning into her cheeks. She quickly opened her bed, got in, and closed her eyes, falling into sleep easily as she usually did before the Torn Prince could even speak his words.
"You have a beautiful voice." Royce then kicked off his shoes, took his jacket off carefully, and got into bed. He himself also drifted off to sleep soon after.
"Nnn. Royce..? You there?" Laura awoke and spoke in a soft, innocent voice, causing Royce to smile brightly.
"I'm here, Laura, no need to worry. Sleep well? Any dreams?"
"Him." Laura tilted her head in the Jackal's direction and he gave a cheerful shout.
"I even haunt your dreams! This is absolutely wonderful!" He clapped his hands like a giddy teenaged girl.
"Keep it down over there, freak!" The young woman yelled at him.
Ryan only smiled sweetly, causing Laura to flinch back and close her eyes tightly. Then, there was the loud sound of glass in the air. Laura jumped up quickly and stared at the entrance of her cell. It was open! This had to be a trap, but the young woman-child didn't care, she wanted out! Rushing out of the door, Laura allowed herself to run into the Jackal's cell so that she would stop. He slashed at the glass. She abruptly pulled away from the glass and trotted over to the prince's cell.
"Royce! I'm out! Don't worry; I'll get you out too!" She placed her hands on the glass and giggled when he did the same.
"I'm counting on you, Laura."
The teen blushed. Nodding, she quickly memorized the symbol on Royce's cell and set off looking for some way to open his cell. This place was huge! The ceilings were made of metal with the Latin and the ground made up of glass blocks. Hallways branched off of the one she was walking down and Laura gulped. She would surely get lost here! She cursed softly. Another 'shing' was heard and Laura jumped as a tall, beastly being stepped out of his cell, staring down at her. The girl's eyes widened and she slowly began to back up out of his reach.
"Umm.hi?" Laura offered the greeting very softly so that he wouldn't hear the trembling in her voice.
Blood shot eyes just narrowed in anger and he began to advance upon her more quickly. 'Time to high-tail it!' Laura thought. Quickly turning on her heel, the woman-child took off down the way she had come from. She could hear grunts fade, appear closer, then fade again. Laura didn't dare look back. Bad thing was, she wished she had. The Jackal stood ready for her in her path. When had he gotten out?! Gods, this was just one hell of a shitty time she was having! The teen couldn't stop herself quickly enough to avoid running into Ryan. They both toppled over, but the Jackal had already got a firm grasp on her. He glanced over his shoulder at Breaker and dragged Laura off to his cell.
"Leave me the fuck alone, psycho!" She screamed.
Royce didn't let her scream go unnoticed. Royce quickly began to hit his bat against the glass as he watched the Jackal pull Laura's straight jacket up. He wouldn't rape her just yet. A little pain was in order. Ryan snaked his hand around Laura's neck until he knew he bruised it. Next came her torso. He dug pointed claws deep within her dead flesh, causing her to shriek and struggle. Her hands flew up instinctively and grabbed Ryan's wrist, trying to pry him off of her. Wait a minute, since when could she touch him. Laura gave a weak grin before she thrust her knee up and hit home right between the Jackal's legs. He howled and let go of her so that he could comfort himself. Glancing down, the teen noticed her wounds were already healing. Awesome! Scrambling around to get to her feet, Laura smiled gratefully when she noticed Royce's cell open. He rushed out and took her into his arms, a blush forming in the girl's cheeks.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry that I couldn't get out."
"Don't worry, Royce, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here before he recovers!"
Leaning forward some, Royce whispered something into Laura's ear, causing her to blink a few times quickly before she smiled. Running off together down the hall, the woman-child phased in and out of sight. It was her first attempt, so the first few times, she flickered in and out of reality. Royce chuckled and took her hand, leading her up the stairs of the huge building. When he had been brought down here, he had noticed a fancy house on the upper levels. He would take Laura there, twisting and turning through the hallways until he found a room he found suitable for the both of them. There were two twin beds with thick, scarlet colored sheets and fluffy pillows, matching the color of the comforters. He quickly led Laura inside and slammed the door shut behind them, locking the door firmly. He clapped the imaginary dust from his hands.
"Well, now that we have a room, I'd suggest you freshen up and get ready to stay in here for a while or until everything settles over." Royce glanced out of the corner of his eyes at her, giving her an appreciating look.
"Why can't we just get out of the building, Royce?"
"They'd expect that. We've got to out-smart them if we really want out."
"Oh." Laura replied softly.
Smiling softly, the young teen walked over to the bathroom and shut the door tightly and stepped in front of the mirror. What she saw looking back at her was a bit disappointing. There were raw slashes down her face, giving her porcelain skin a red hue. She reached up and traced the cuts over gently before she struggled to get out of her jacket, growling softly. A few moments of wrestling with the stupid thing went on until she finally tossed it into the corner and walked over to the shower, turning on the hot water with just enough cold water to make it comfortable. She stepped in and pulled the shower curtain around the tub, enjoying the comforting warmth of the relaxing water. She gave a soft sigh of relief as she began to wash up, working gingerly over her cuts and bruises until she was clean.
~*~
Royce sat down on the bed to the right of the room, setting his bat down beside him and giving a gentle yawn. His ears picked up the sounds of feminine growls then the sound of running water. He shivered slightly. She was one of only a few that could get a positive reaction from him. Somehow, she just seemed so much more innocent than the rest of the ghosts, catching his eye at once. Then there had been her beauty. She couldn't rival Dana Newman, but she could at least attribute to the imagination. He smiled warmly, thinking of what she would look like beneath the bloody jacket that always found its way back onto her small, slender form. Sure, they may had been perverted thoughts, but he was dead, God damn it! He could think of whomever he pleased now, right? Royce gave a firm nod of self-approval before flopping back onto the bed he had claimed.
"She's dead, just like you, Royce, ol' buddy, ol' pal. She's within your grasp if you try hard enough." Royce grinned and glanced over at the bathroom door when the water shut off.
~*~
Laura stepped out of the shower, relaxed and refreshed as ever. She towel-dried her black looking chocolate-brown hair, the chorus of a song she rather enjoyed escaping her lips as she did so. She had been an Evanescence fan before her death, and the words belonged to the song "Imaginary."
"In my field of paper flowers-and candy clouds of lullaby-" Laura pulled her jacket back on, brushed her hair and walked out into the main room before she resumed singing, her tone softer than before so that she wouldn't disturb Royce. "I lie inside myself for hours-and watch my purple sky fly over me.."
Royce had cast a strange glance over at Laura as she sand and she shut up at once, a deep blush burning into her cheeks. She quickly opened her bed, got in, and closed her eyes, falling into sleep easily as she usually did before the Torn Prince could even speak his words.
"You have a beautiful voice." Royce then kicked off his shoes, took his jacket off carefully, and got into bed. He himself also drifted off to sleep soon after.
