Dennis Rafkin and Cyrus Kriticos walked into the bathroom, they didnt the glasses for this one. The room was covered in blood, blood from the last victim that entered the bathroom. The realized the ghost in there had a thing for women, espcially beautiful women.
"Talk about painting the town red..fuck." Dennis muttered to himself. Cyrus glanced over to him.
"I'm not paying you for smart comments Mr. Rafkin, I'm paying you to do a job now if you would so kindly not waste my money and do your job." Cyrus said with a bit of distaste in his voice, the site of the blood stained walls did not bother him. The man was mad from stone. He was not even afraid of this new ghost, even though there was something just a bit different about her. Her behavior was off, he needed her for the collection. He watched Rafkin walk to the wall.
"Cant someone clean me off a spot..i'd rather not touch the blood." He almost whined out. But from the looks he was recieving from the team members he put his hand on the wall. He gritted his teeth in pain, he flashed and saw Dana kill herself, other images, a woman, blond and beautiful, like one that should grace the cover of Vogue was laying in the tub her face was peeled off, only her skull and eyes remained, he saw the before and after of her, then another victim..a man and a woman..they were showering together, then death, drained of their blood in the bath tub, then other victims..there was 5 of them. All brutelly murdered by one mean ghost. Dennis looked up at Rafkin who was now wearing the Glasses, looking in front of Dennis.
"What? Cyrus? Why are you looking like that?" He said with a worried voice as he took his glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on, his landed on a girls face, he jumped some letting out a yelp, since she was so close to his face, he didnt know because of the pain he felt from the visions. He must have scared her to she jumped back some hissing, holding a butcher knife. Dennis eyes were on her feet as they traveled up her body. Her flesh was a pasty greyish blue color, she had deep wounds going through her body, her naked body to be exact, then up to her face, he stared at her face for a moment, her eyes puddles of black tar. She looked almost frightened, her eyes darting back and forth between him and Cyrus, surprised they could see her, but she didnt want to be seen, she was a monstrousity, something eyes shouldnt be laid upon, she held up her knife ready to attack.
"Well well look at that..i didnt know they came that way." Cyrus commented on her lack of clothing.
"I wouldnt do that if i were you." Dennis said lowly as he was still sitting on the floor, then finally he stood up but staying against the wall. "But I suggest you do something quick..she's not looking to happy."
"The Angry Princess..isnt she beautiful." Cyrus said in a low husky whisper.
Her attention was not on Cyrus but on Dennis, she wanted to cut his eyes out. Cut them out so he didnt have to look at her, she was not one of God's beautiful creatures but a cruel joke to mankind. And he was a man. He shouldn't be looking at her, no..he had to stop. She slowly started to stalk towards him, silently, her wet feet made no sound on the floor.
"Dennis the box."
Dennis nodded he started to head towards the box. "Being bait is not in my contract!" He yelled as he ran out of the bathroom to the box that was in the kitchen. He looked behind him and she wasnt there.
"Wha.." Then he ran into a body, and turned his head staring right back into the eyes of the Princess. She brought her knife down hard into his shoulder. Dennis screamed and put his hand over the wound when she pulled the knife out. "Awwww damn it! I should have saw that coming!" He spoke as felt the warm blood wash over his hand. Then he gave her a hard shove into the box. Closing on her. The box then was covered in ecotoplasma blood. Her black eyes looking at him. Then Dennis felt her. Her pain..her suffering..just by looking into those eyes. It told her story.
"Talk about painting the town red..fuck." Dennis muttered to himself. Cyrus glanced over to him.
"I'm not paying you for smart comments Mr. Rafkin, I'm paying you to do a job now if you would so kindly not waste my money and do your job." Cyrus said with a bit of distaste in his voice, the site of the blood stained walls did not bother him. The man was mad from stone. He was not even afraid of this new ghost, even though there was something just a bit different about her. Her behavior was off, he needed her for the collection. He watched Rafkin walk to the wall.
"Cant someone clean me off a spot..i'd rather not touch the blood." He almost whined out. But from the looks he was recieving from the team members he put his hand on the wall. He gritted his teeth in pain, he flashed and saw Dana kill herself, other images, a woman, blond and beautiful, like one that should grace the cover of Vogue was laying in the tub her face was peeled off, only her skull and eyes remained, he saw the before and after of her, then another victim..a man and a woman..they were showering together, then death, drained of their blood in the bath tub, then other victims..there was 5 of them. All brutelly murdered by one mean ghost. Dennis looked up at Rafkin who was now wearing the Glasses, looking in front of Dennis.
"What? Cyrus? Why are you looking like that?" He said with a worried voice as he took his glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on, his landed on a girls face, he jumped some letting out a yelp, since she was so close to his face, he didnt know because of the pain he felt from the visions. He must have scared her to she jumped back some hissing, holding a butcher knife. Dennis eyes were on her feet as they traveled up her body. Her flesh was a pasty greyish blue color, she had deep wounds going through her body, her naked body to be exact, then up to her face, he stared at her face for a moment, her eyes puddles of black tar. She looked almost frightened, her eyes darting back and forth between him and Cyrus, surprised they could see her, but she didnt want to be seen, she was a monstrousity, something eyes shouldnt be laid upon, she held up her knife ready to attack.
"Well well look at that..i didnt know they came that way." Cyrus commented on her lack of clothing.
"I wouldnt do that if i were you." Dennis said lowly as he was still sitting on the floor, then finally he stood up but staying against the wall. "But I suggest you do something quick..she's not looking to happy."
"The Angry Princess..isnt she beautiful." Cyrus said in a low husky whisper.
Her attention was not on Cyrus but on Dennis, she wanted to cut his eyes out. Cut them out so he didnt have to look at her, she was not one of God's beautiful creatures but a cruel joke to mankind. And he was a man. He shouldn't be looking at her, no..he had to stop. She slowly started to stalk towards him, silently, her wet feet made no sound on the floor.
"Dennis the box."
Dennis nodded he started to head towards the box. "Being bait is not in my contract!" He yelled as he ran out of the bathroom to the box that was in the kitchen. He looked behind him and she wasnt there.
"Wha.." Then he ran into a body, and turned his head staring right back into the eyes of the Princess. She brought her knife down hard into his shoulder. Dennis screamed and put his hand over the wound when she pulled the knife out. "Awwww damn it! I should have saw that coming!" He spoke as felt the warm blood wash over his hand. Then he gave her a hard shove into the box. Closing on her. The box then was covered in ecotoplasma blood. Her black eyes looking at him. Then Dennis felt her. Her pain..her suffering..just by looking into those eyes. It told her story.