"What are these doing open!?! I don't understand why they're open!" Dennis
babbled nervously as he ran over to the Angry Princess' open containment
cube, touching the Latin on the glass door.
As Dennis turned around the ghost in the cube behind him lunged forward evilly, Dennis screamed with fright, jumping back uneasily, leaning against the glass wall behind him. The Hammer glared at Dennis and the two women with vengeance in his eyes.
"God! I hate it when they do that!!!" Dennis shouted, squirming with tension in his voice.
"Do what, what happened?" Evy asked concerned.
"They wait for ya to stick your face right up against the glass... then they give ya a big fat BOO!" he said from behind Serena, scaring her.
"Don't do that!" Serena scolded, peering in at the ghost. "Oh yeah, he looks pissed, let's go!" she demanded, trying to hurry them along.
She made a pushing gesture towards Dennis, forcing him to move forward.
"Don't touch me!" he muttered, still on edge from the scare.
Serena and Evy pushed their way past Dennis, moving further along ahead of him. Dennis then gritted his teeth with anger from the situation, giving the Hammer the finger. The ghost disappeared from his view, but Dennis was then struck by something else...
The golden blades of the machine twisted around the frightened figure of a woman, Dennis stood at the threshold of the sharp blades, as he leapt forward, almost willingly, the metal grinded furiously, blood dripping everywhere...
Dennis stood in the dark hallway, almost dumbfounded as he watched the vision of his own demise helplessly, he was then snapped back to reality by the nagging shrieks of Evelyn and Serena, calling him away from the cube.
The walls glided across the shimmering floors, the spells crossing one another in their surreal movements... relocating themselves in the innate patterns to which the house slowly evolved into a puzzle, one that was never meant to be solved.
"Down here..." Dennis mumbled to them, pushing his way past the two women, unwillingly electing himself the leader of their small unorthodox brigade.
They tiptoed down the dimly lit corridors, the intensity of their own paranoia biting at them as they listened to the faint gasps of their own potent breaths, heaving from fear and anticipation. Then suddenly, the group came to a halt, the reason for their delay was, at the moment, known only by the frantic leader... Dennis.
"What's wrong?" Evy asked him frightened.
"Shhh..." he hissed with worry.
"What?" Serena pushed.
"Shut up!" he uttered, his voice overwhelmed with stress. "Somehow..." he murmured, staring down as his head lowered slowly, "we got behind enemy lines..."
Evy cautiously glanced in front of Dennis, her eyes widened at the sight of the seven-year-old terror which stood before the weary psychic, his bloody tomahawk raised towards the man defensively.
"Oh shit." Evy whispered.
"Ditto." Dennis sighed. "Hey there little guy, HOW!" he said, raising his hand in a befriending, yet absurd, gesture.
The ghost vanished in a slight blink of the eye, Dennis and Evelyn relaxed from their tight behavior.
"Now can we keep moving?" Serena asked nonchalantly, as if nothing dangerous lay ahead of them.
"Lets go..." Dennis muttered in relief, Evy nodded and they began to move forward again.
They walked faster then before now, almost running, trying to get to the control room as soon as possible... the ghosts were being released, and they were the bait.
"Wait!" Dennis shuttered, stopping in his tracks as he passed the glass wall, running up to where the symbol was engraved. "That's the symbol of the Jackal!"
All three of them stared in horror at the containment cube that was used to house the Jackal, it was wide open and empty.
"We gotta get outa this basement!" Dennis shrieked, glancing above him and all around the hall frantically.
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Short, but sweet... hopefully.
Please don't patronize me about it... I wasn't planning on submitting this chapter until I had written the seventh to go with it... but things change, as I have so harshly found out, yet again, tonight.
I wrote this chapter last night, as I beat my writer's block so triumphantly... but as I mentioned before... things change.
I'm not in the mood to go into details, just please be decent and not mention the shortness in content, thank you.
And if I don't get any good reviews telling me to continue, I won't.
Personally I don't care if you ever read what happens to Dennis Rafkin and Evelyn Chase once locked inside a machine designed by the devil and powered by the dead! So if you wanna see who gets clawed by the Jackal in the next chapter, REVIEW DAMNIT!
Once again, thank you...
~ Jenna
As Dennis turned around the ghost in the cube behind him lunged forward evilly, Dennis screamed with fright, jumping back uneasily, leaning against the glass wall behind him. The Hammer glared at Dennis and the two women with vengeance in his eyes.
"God! I hate it when they do that!!!" Dennis shouted, squirming with tension in his voice.
"Do what, what happened?" Evy asked concerned.
"They wait for ya to stick your face right up against the glass... then they give ya a big fat BOO!" he said from behind Serena, scaring her.
"Don't do that!" Serena scolded, peering in at the ghost. "Oh yeah, he looks pissed, let's go!" she demanded, trying to hurry them along.
She made a pushing gesture towards Dennis, forcing him to move forward.
"Don't touch me!" he muttered, still on edge from the scare.
Serena and Evy pushed their way past Dennis, moving further along ahead of him. Dennis then gritted his teeth with anger from the situation, giving the Hammer the finger. The ghost disappeared from his view, but Dennis was then struck by something else...
The golden blades of the machine twisted around the frightened figure of a woman, Dennis stood at the threshold of the sharp blades, as he leapt forward, almost willingly, the metal grinded furiously, blood dripping everywhere...
Dennis stood in the dark hallway, almost dumbfounded as he watched the vision of his own demise helplessly, he was then snapped back to reality by the nagging shrieks of Evelyn and Serena, calling him away from the cube.
The walls glided across the shimmering floors, the spells crossing one another in their surreal movements... relocating themselves in the innate patterns to which the house slowly evolved into a puzzle, one that was never meant to be solved.
"Down here..." Dennis mumbled to them, pushing his way past the two women, unwillingly electing himself the leader of their small unorthodox brigade.
They tiptoed down the dimly lit corridors, the intensity of their own paranoia biting at them as they listened to the faint gasps of their own potent breaths, heaving from fear and anticipation. Then suddenly, the group came to a halt, the reason for their delay was, at the moment, known only by the frantic leader... Dennis.
"What's wrong?" Evy asked him frightened.
"Shhh..." he hissed with worry.
"What?" Serena pushed.
"Shut up!" he uttered, his voice overwhelmed with stress. "Somehow..." he murmured, staring down as his head lowered slowly, "we got behind enemy lines..."
Evy cautiously glanced in front of Dennis, her eyes widened at the sight of the seven-year-old terror which stood before the weary psychic, his bloody tomahawk raised towards the man defensively.
"Oh shit." Evy whispered.
"Ditto." Dennis sighed. "Hey there little guy, HOW!" he said, raising his hand in a befriending, yet absurd, gesture.
The ghost vanished in a slight blink of the eye, Dennis and Evelyn relaxed from their tight behavior.
"Now can we keep moving?" Serena asked nonchalantly, as if nothing dangerous lay ahead of them.
"Lets go..." Dennis muttered in relief, Evy nodded and they began to move forward again.
They walked faster then before now, almost running, trying to get to the control room as soon as possible... the ghosts were being released, and they were the bait.
"Wait!" Dennis shuttered, stopping in his tracks as he passed the glass wall, running up to where the symbol was engraved. "That's the symbol of the Jackal!"
All three of them stared in horror at the containment cube that was used to house the Jackal, it was wide open and empty.
"We gotta get outa this basement!" Dennis shrieked, glancing above him and all around the hall frantically.
*
*
*
Short, but sweet... hopefully.
Please don't patronize me about it... I wasn't planning on submitting this chapter until I had written the seventh to go with it... but things change, as I have so harshly found out, yet again, tonight.
I wrote this chapter last night, as I beat my writer's block so triumphantly... but as I mentioned before... things change.
I'm not in the mood to go into details, just please be decent and not mention the shortness in content, thank you.
And if I don't get any good reviews telling me to continue, I won't.
Personally I don't care if you ever read what happens to Dennis Rafkin and Evelyn Chase once locked inside a machine designed by the devil and powered by the dead! So if you wanna see who gets clawed by the Jackal in the next chapter, REVIEW DAMNIT!
Once again, thank you...
~ Jenna
