Katie: Why don't you just stick it in your juice box and suck it, Castille? You're just a freaking ninja or something anyway. glare
Castille: Oy! Don't you go insultin' my family now! We actually are part ninja.
Katie: muttering uner my breath No wonder you're such an idiot.
Castille: You wanna get s fight goin' shrimp?
Katie: Pashaw! It's already been started, Hulk!
Hanna: Some people are just born idiots, aren't they? sigh
Momo: And we've just got to have these two in the story.
Gaia: Don't start anything, you guys. Let's try and make peace with them and maybe we all won't die! walks over to the enemy You ready to play a fun game of Truth or Dare now?
Bertrum: Do I get to kill you if I play? evil grin
Sarah: sweating a little I don't think we should let Katie play...
Katie: Why?!
Jakob: It really just isn't going to be safe. You're starting to pull some serious shit in the story.
Geoff: Yeah! You can just be a good little girl and sit in the corner.
Hanna: Even that's not appropriate.
Katie: Hey! I'm the freaking host, you ungrateful asses!
Sarah had teamed up with Gaia and was busy hacking away at a man that had been begging for his life. Too bad he'd met a person with Sarah's idea on morals. She took pleasure in slicing him open; from navel to nose. His entrails spilt on the floor.
All my friends stood, panting, over the massacre; on the ground which was a running river of tasteless, strangely odorless blood. Gaia peered down at his last victim and took a whiff before backing away swiftly after a closer look.
"The guy's dead!" He gagged and covered his nose.
"Well, of course he is. We kinda just slashed him to pieces," Sarah said casually, resting her blade on her shoulder.
"No, I mean, he's been dead," He said, as if that clarified the whole situation. He seemed bemused by the fact that none of the others had figured it out yet.
"Y'know no one can bring the dead back to life, right…?" Jakob asked, cocking an eyebrow and casting the Clavat an odd look.
It was an odd feeling, this possession. I felt as if my mind was drifting above soft clouds, occasionally touching them, giving me cold chills and a vision of what was happening. I was weightless, as if in space, 'though there was no physical evidence of my body here in this dark realm. Other than the fuzzy white clouds, there was nothing. I made vague attempts to try and move a part of myself, but nothing happened. I was in Bertrum's control, and utterly helpless.
Do you wish to see…? A voice asked, sounding as if it came from far away. I weighed the possibilities, debating whether or not I did. I decided that yes, I should. I should atleast try and save my friends. Perhaps a little visualization would help. I was suddenly plunging into the white cloud mass, spinning and free-falling until I came to a screeching halt on what felt like a glass wall.
Groggily lifting myself up; noting that I had something resembling my body only it was misty and not entirely in focus. I peered around; there was nothing, and so I looked through the glass wall beneath me, cupping my hands around my eyes so I could see more clearly. The glass was still steamy-lookin, so I breathed onto it and it cleared and instantly I was able to see through what looked like a magnifying glass, everything seemed so huge. The glass moved around, gathering information, and I realized that I must be seeing things that Bertrum was making me see for he pulled my shirt out and I was seeing my own breasts.
Even though I had no true substance in my own consciousness and blushed furiously, blushing and cursing the evil Clavat's existence. Nevermind my embarrassment, there was something going on ahead. The out-me sniffed and I, on the inside, got a scent of something rusty and salty; blood. It as carried on the stale air of the passage I was going through. I took note that neither Justine nor Bertrum appeared to be with my body. Probably manipulating me from somewhere "safe".
'Hmph. There will be no "safe" place for you, once I get control of my body again, you bastard!' I thought rudely. Up ahead, my eyes were seeing my friends. I gulped. I'd ducked behind a passage when Jake looked up, having thought he heard something. Dead bodies littered the ground around him, and I knew they had fought their way out of wherever it was they had come from, searching for me.
I felt my heart swell with emotion. I knew that I was putting my friends through needless torture, and I was sorry for it. I began to argue with the part of Bertrum's mind that I knew was somewhere in this dark realm with me.
"You don't actually think I'll kill them, do you?" I asked skeptically, my voice echoing oddly around the cavern. Huh…my mind really was empty. (RAC: ;;)
Hehehe. Like I said, my dear, you have no choice in the matter. Your fellows will take you into their midst gladly, and I shall allow them to pass, without a guard coming at them. They will think that they are in the relative safety of their inn when I tell them that you disposed of Justine and myself, and then you will kill them all and Margaret…and then yourself…Hehehe…
And his thoughts vanished, leaving me with nothing more than a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. Bertrum was indeed sicker than I thought if he enjoyed carnage this much. I gulped and began again.
"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" I asked.
Ahh. Don't think of it like that. I have nothing against you personally. It is just what my Justine desires. And I desire her. I will do anything to make her mine.
"Atleast there's some type of life in this whole scheme!" I said sarcastically. I shook my head in disgust and went back to observe what I was doing on the outside. I had stepped out from the wall and ran, screaming and crying at my friends, my arms held open. For a second, they just stood there, not quite believing that I had managed to escape on my own. The blinked and stared, mouths hanging open in shock. Amy was the first to break free of it, and the others, and came running at me and enveloped me in a hug. She was quickly followed by the rest, who gave out yells of excitement.
"Where were ya?!"
"Are you hurt?"
"You little fool!"
"Dummy, you had no idea how worried I was about you!"
"Don't you dare think about going off on your own for a long, long time after this, y'hear?"
I was expecting an insult like "dumbass" to emerge out of the ones from my friends, but none came. I extracted myself from them and stepped back, mock horror on my face, but inside, seething.
Where is the bandit leader?!
"Wh-where is Geoffrey?" I asked weakly, shaking, chewing a fingernail. Hanna wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her.
"We lost him, Katie. He fell into the water when we came up from the sewer," she whispered softly, offering me comfort I was not receiving from behind the glass. Bertrum's voice rang out sharp and clear, 'though from farther away, as if he were giving orders to others from outside my thoughts, though still holding onto me. I made attempts to shake him out while this seemed to be his weakest point, but nothing changed. He came back in full force, intent on trying to learn more on Geoff's whereabouts.
"P-please tell me…where did you lose him?" I asked desperately, putting on such a sappy performance that I was sure someone would notice I was being controlled. Hopefully Amy would. I looked anxiously at her face. She had stepped back and was examining me as if I were a slide under a microscope. I cheered.
Feh. Don't get too excited, little fool…!
"It was in the--," Hanna was cut off mid-sentence by Amy who layed her arm across Hanna and separated me and her. Bertrum's thoughts dithered for a moment.
"What are you doing, Amy? I'm trying to find Geoff!" I wailed pitifully. Oh God, if I ever got out of this, I was going to kill myself.
"We'll take you. Come along. Jake, lead the way," Amy said casually, gesturing forward, out of the passage. Jake shot her a perplexed look, but followed her command, leading the group away, though they all stayed close to me as if they thought I was going to disappear if they took their eyes off me. It felt weird, knowing that their eyes weren't seeing the real me.
Along the way, I heard Bertrum making orders in the back of my mind, and answering questions at multiple intervals being shot at me. He gave them the answer that I had got rid of himself and Justine, 'though Castille had gotten away and would need to be looked out for. That much wasn't expected of me, though I was congratulated none the less. I took the empty praise, but was still shaken. I stood up inside and immediately the glass fogged up again. I shivered and willed myself up. Amazingly I began to float to the tops of my limit.
And where do you think you're going?
I ignored Bertrum's lazy voice and flitted around, checking ways out, 'though they all seemed to go on forever, and I didn't have enough time to waste on seeing just how far. I felt something click into place and I remembered that connection I had with Amy. I worried over whether or not I would be able to reach her when my mind and chi were being controlled by Bertrum. I tried to let out little bursts of chi, but all that I got were a few chuckles from Bertrum which only fueled my anger.
Outside, I collapsed and began to pant and clutch my chest as if I were in pain. A slight sheen of sweat broke out on my face and I paled, making the ruse all the more convincing.
"Are you OK?" Gaia asked, bending down and looking at me. My psyche-self dropped onto the glass like a dead fly, intent on seeing what Bertrum was planning. I was pleased to see that Amy had detached herself from the others and was standing a little ways away and giving me the weird look that she got when she was displeased. I got that look a lot.
"M-my chest hu-hurts…!" I panted heavily, grasping my shirt. I coughed and fell over, going into fake spasms.
Immediately, everyone gathered around me, sure that I had been poisoned in some way before being released. Gaia's hands fluttered over my body as if he could feel out the bad vibes emanating from me. He mumbled something and his hands halted over my head.
All of a sudden, a blade seemed to materialize above my head so fast, even Bertrum had been unable to foretell its appearance. I felt myself jerk instinctively away from its razor edge and cower against the floor. I cried out pitifully for some explanation as to why my friend was threatening me so. I hate to admit it, but this Clavat was indeed an excellent performer. But none the less, Gaia's expression darkened and his eyes clouded as if he were unable to see what had possessed me so.
"Gaia! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Momo cried angrily, leaping forward and thrusting herself at Gaia so's not to allow any harm to befall my physical body. I doubted Bertrum would care any if so.
