High Spirits and Liquors
Alena sat in the tavern, looking around. She spotted Dilandau 'whooping it up,' which seemed totally out of character for him. She watched him, and wondered if he could ever become normal, or if he was truly pure evil. She would love it if he would become normal. He was too much of an entertainer to be evil. Then again, there were a lot of evil entertainers out there. She then noticed Naria was sitting alone at the bar, drinking a cocktail of some sort.
"Naria, you fucking bitch," Dilandau said. "You hid my matches."
"Dilandau! I am not in the fucking mood, so get the hell out of here before I kick your ass."
"Feisty," he said. "I like that."
"I'm warning you," she said as she whipped around, planted her feet on the floor and half-drew her blade.
"You silver-haired bitch," he said. "I'll kill you with pleasure!"
They drew their swords, and the tavern cleared out, including Alena.
"Diiieeeeeeeeeee!" Dilandau screamed with demented glee.
Naria knew better. She sidestepped his stabbing attack and lopped his head off.
"Damn. There goes any hopes of returning him to normal," Naria said.
A ghostly form arose from Dilandau's body, and searched desperately for a host. It found Naria.
What Naria's body experienced next could've killed it if she were human. The form possessed her body, but she fought for control over her mind.
And she was losing.
Naria stood rigid, and she looked down at herself, blood was pouring out of every orifice she had, yet she felt no pain, until her muscles were pulled on so hard that her muscles went limp, not usable. Yet she was able to move. She screamed as her bones snapped, broke, stuck out of her skin, and let more blood flow. Naria saw her own eyeballs fall out of her head, only to look up at her own body, which was quickly becoming weaker. She tried screaming again, yet no sound came out. She felt tired and somehow closed her eyes, and fell asleep.