Writer tawk: Thank you everyone who has been reading this fic!!! It's grossing me out writing, but it's oddly fun too. Weird! This would of been posted sooner, but my comp wouldn't let me online for a while. EVIL COMP!!!
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Dutchy, Jack, and Skittery walked right into Specs room, unannounced. They laid eyes on exactly what the problem was. Jack was more than stunned to see it, at least. Specs was sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Helena's transparent body straddled atop him, caressing his neck with her purple lips.
"WHAT THE...???" Jack spurted out, looking more like a fish.
Helena glared up at them, her steely eyes shooting poison. If looks could kill, well, they'd be dead in an instant. She slowly stood, and glided to them standing only a foot away. All the three could do was stay frozen in place as if they'd move, she'd shoot them down with a bolt of lightening.
Finally, her voice chimed through the air, but her lips do not move. **You have intruded in on our privacy too much. Do NOT cross me again or you will be sorry.** She gabbed a finger in Skittery's face. **Especially you.** Helena's wintry presence lingered even after she faded away.
Jack moved first, glancing slightly behind him to see Skittery shaking extremely - horror etched all over his face. Jack reached up and lay a hand on his friend's arm.
"NOOOO!!!" Skittery screamed, jerking violently before taking off down the hallway.
"I'll go after him" Jack mumbled, taking off behind Skittery.
Dutchy was left alone with Specs still lying on the floor, unmoved. He stared down at Specs, afraid to touch him for fear he might be dead. He was pale enough to be, at least. Dutchy bent over, clamping a hand on his friend's arm. He jerked his hand back from the cold body like he had felt water in zero below weather.
But, that was enough to make Specs sit up with awareness. He peered around, disoriented, then seen Dutchy beside him. "What happen? Why am I down here?"
"Helena was with you" Dutchy replied, frowning. "Specs, what is going on with you and that spook?"
Specs held his head, groaning. "I don't know what. She keep coming to me." He sat up, and ran a hand through his unruly locks. "It's like she's controlling me when I don't even know it!"
"What does she want with you?" Dutchy asked, helping his friend to his feet. "I mean, she's a spook! And, you're alive!"
"I know that!" Specs bit back. He found his pants in his bag, and tugged them on. His mind started to click as he did though. That's when it hit him. "She thinks I'm someone else."
Dutchy's brow furrowed. "Like who?"
Specs hit the large oak dresser he was by. "How should I KNOW!" When he saw his friend shrink back from the outburst, Specs' anger ceased and he knelt to the ground. "I'm sorry. I hate this. She's controlling me and she's doing these nasty things..." His cheeks flustered at the thought of what Helena had done to him, and what she had made him do with her. "I need to get out of this room."
With that, Specs pushed pass Dutchy - leaving him speechless. Specs took off running towards the stairs, barreling down them like a bull was chasing him. He stopped at the bottom hearing the other newsies in the kitchen. He went the opposite direction. He spotted a room that looked deserted and ducked into it, closing the door.
The room was sadly familiar. Against the far wall from the door was the organ that had first scared him the day before. Specs wanted to run again as far away from it as he could, but felt drawn to it for some deranged reason. He slid onto the bench and placed his hands on the keys.
Even though he had no knowledge of how to play, the melancholic tune that processed from the organ rang through the air as Specs pressed down on the smooth keys. This time it wasn't the organ playing on it's own.
An icy finger creep along his back, making him twitch but not miss a note. Helena melted into view next to him with a satisfied smile plaster on her face. **We will be together soon, my darling. Then no one will tear us apart again.**
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Dutchy, Jack, and Skittery walked right into Specs room, unannounced. They laid eyes on exactly what the problem was. Jack was more than stunned to see it, at least. Specs was sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Helena's transparent body straddled atop him, caressing his neck with her purple lips.
"WHAT THE...???" Jack spurted out, looking more like a fish.
Helena glared up at them, her steely eyes shooting poison. If looks could kill, well, they'd be dead in an instant. She slowly stood, and glided to them standing only a foot away. All the three could do was stay frozen in place as if they'd move, she'd shoot them down with a bolt of lightening.
Finally, her voice chimed through the air, but her lips do not move. **You have intruded in on our privacy too much. Do NOT cross me again or you will be sorry.** She gabbed a finger in Skittery's face. **Especially you.** Helena's wintry presence lingered even after she faded away.
Jack moved first, glancing slightly behind him to see Skittery shaking extremely - horror etched all over his face. Jack reached up and lay a hand on his friend's arm.
"NOOOO!!!" Skittery screamed, jerking violently before taking off down the hallway.
"I'll go after him" Jack mumbled, taking off behind Skittery.
Dutchy was left alone with Specs still lying on the floor, unmoved. He stared down at Specs, afraid to touch him for fear he might be dead. He was pale enough to be, at least. Dutchy bent over, clamping a hand on his friend's arm. He jerked his hand back from the cold body like he had felt water in zero below weather.
But, that was enough to make Specs sit up with awareness. He peered around, disoriented, then seen Dutchy beside him. "What happen? Why am I down here?"
"Helena was with you" Dutchy replied, frowning. "Specs, what is going on with you and that spook?"
Specs held his head, groaning. "I don't know what. She keep coming to me." He sat up, and ran a hand through his unruly locks. "It's like she's controlling me when I don't even know it!"
"What does she want with you?" Dutchy asked, helping his friend to his feet. "I mean, she's a spook! And, you're alive!"
"I know that!" Specs bit back. He found his pants in his bag, and tugged them on. His mind started to click as he did though. That's when it hit him. "She thinks I'm someone else."
Dutchy's brow furrowed. "Like who?"
Specs hit the large oak dresser he was by. "How should I KNOW!" When he saw his friend shrink back from the outburst, Specs' anger ceased and he knelt to the ground. "I'm sorry. I hate this. She's controlling me and she's doing these nasty things..." His cheeks flustered at the thought of what Helena had done to him, and what she had made him do with her. "I need to get out of this room."
With that, Specs pushed pass Dutchy - leaving him speechless. Specs took off running towards the stairs, barreling down them like a bull was chasing him. He stopped at the bottom hearing the other newsies in the kitchen. He went the opposite direction. He spotted a room that looked deserted and ducked into it, closing the door.
The room was sadly familiar. Against the far wall from the door was the organ that had first scared him the day before. Specs wanted to run again as far away from it as he could, but felt drawn to it for some deranged reason. He slid onto the bench and placed his hands on the keys.
Even though he had no knowledge of how to play, the melancholic tune that processed from the organ rang through the air as Specs pressed down on the smooth keys. This time it wasn't the organ playing on it's own.
An icy finger creep along his back, making him twitch but not miss a note. Helena melted into view next to him with a satisfied smile plaster on her face. **We will be together soon, my darling. Then no one will tear us apart again.**