[Play Things]
Of men and monsters, where did this soul stand? Ghastly and horrid was all that emitted from his aura, yet this thing had a mind, something to think with, something to ponder with. Wraiths were so complicated. They danced lively in the shadows, they were apart of something more. And though Blue was close to comprehending this, she felt quite certin that soon she would be falling off a proverbial cliff, right into the depths of oblivious and confusion. Surely she would never understand all that this apparition symbolized. If she could only see..
There he stood, in the doorway constructed from two panes of glass. The area glowed brightly as the commandments written upon the walls kept him from sinking into the glass. The walls were made to stand against the iron will of the wraiths, and how very well they worked. Obviously much to their disappointment, yet they no longer fought against the written laws of the house. The chains wouldn't budge and the acceptance seemed to be strained.
What did he see? Did his eyes search her soul as he stood there, stoically? Even with her exceptional night vision, somehow, the shadows betrayed her, and hid his eyes from her vision. Was he manipulating the darkness? Was this mystery feigned only to further confuse her? She wouldn't be able to stand it longer if some questions went unanswered. She was here to study, to learn, and so far she had only succeeded to gaining new questions to further mystify her mind.
Why wouldn't he move? Standing there, tall and dark and so very mysterious. The aura that clouded his form was strong, dark. It seemed that if she were to graze the air around him, she would cut herself and bleed. Wouldn't he like that? Some how this seemed like a lie. She wasn't completely certin, but she was beginning to believe that he was lieing to her. And that just wasn't polite.
It pained her to move. When she allowed her feet to fall to the floor, agony spiked through her limbs. Air choked in her throat, burning to be released, but her body seemed to refuse. What happened to cause this? Her mind betrayed her, and memories were small and brisk, only glimpses of what had happened. Light, and a whole lot of it. The illumination was a wretched enemy, and held her back from seeing just what was happening.
Her reverie was broken by the unsettling sensation of her skin attempting to crawl from her bones. The chill, so strong it was painful, seemed to turn the tips of her fingers blue. That was a very unwelcome color in those limbs. So stuck upon this observation, Blue didn't realize that the cause of this condition had advanced upon her.
..Jackel..
The name escaped her lips, twisted through the air, and abruptly stopped the advancing apparition.
Who was she to utter his name? The title that the devil himself had given him. The curse that only a few were lucky enough to know, and live. Some of the very residents of house weren't even knowledgable of that much.
"Very good..But do you know my real name?"
His words were so twisted and tangled by the strength of his aura, that she didn't listen to his physical voice, but brushed against the fabric of his mind to understand what he had asked of her, much to his admonishment. He growled, a monsterous sound, and gripped the girls throat, lifting her from the metal table that she no longer occupied. Where skin connected with ghostly material, light blossomed, a brilliant white. Needless to say, the ghost dropped her, abruptly. She landed upon the damnable table neatly, and once again was blinded with pain.
"..No.."
She groaned, only able to utter the small response. Her own voice sounded foriegn on her lips.
Surprise, shock..He was unable to touch her. Seering heat flared, much like before, when he brushed upon her skin. This wouldn't do. How could he not kill, mangle, and destroy? That was what was expected of him, that was what he was programmed to do. Instinct or not, he attained his sick joy from stealing life. And it had been so long..That was just him, and his existance seemed faulty if he was unable to comply with his life, the thought was maddening, and very much unbareable. But then, so was he.
What was she expecting? A petting zoo? Her gifts had failed her, the only thing that held this ghoul back was entirely something new to her, and even then, it didn't keep his clawed hands off of her skin. Though he was certainly repelled by it. Peering up, she glanced upon his face, still unable to see past the shadows and into his eyes. Surely he was manipulating the shadows to perplex her. Again a creeping chill marched down her spine. Something else, and this night wasn't looking up in her favor. Why were the shadows betraying her?
Her shallow years wound through her head when her eyes alighted upon the new aura. The physical body of the Juggernaut strolled through the doorway soon after. She didn't believe she would die, but was certain that she would regret her life here on out. His sly grin only fueled the flames that created that trail of thought.
The new wraith blinked in and out of view, like something would veil her vision momentarily. He turned his head to peer at the Jackel, who seemed dwarfed compaired to the massive apparition. With both of their aura's pressing upon her temples, Blue was sure that she wouldn't leave this room without a battered and bruised spirit. Power wasn't an adequite word to describe what she felt leaning against her soul, it was too spiritual for such a common word.
"Leave..."
The word hissed in her ears twisted and oddly wrong, but mostly the sensation was in her mind. Fur against her conscience, soft, yet harsh, terribly harsh. The Jackel glowered at the other apparition, yet wide eyes fell upon her body, only a moment, disapproving that she had violated his mind once again, then back to the second ghost. Their spirits pushed back and forth, testing, resisting. The otherworldly motion made Blue dizzy, and if this wasn't completely on another plane, she felt that she would have toppled from her perch upon the table, pushed away by the sheer strength that they displayed. Finally, though, the Juggernaut disappeared, reappearing in the doorway, walking away, before blinking out of view once again. Loud crashes and sounds of various objects being destroyed insued.
Blue's gaze had rested on the doorway, the last place she had seen the now absent ghost, but it didn't take long for her to realize that the Jackel's was securely upon her form. Her fogged exhalation and the annoyence of the goosebumps upon her flesh reminded her that the danger didn't leave with the Juggernaut, but was keenly enhanced now that there was nothing to distract the present wraith.
Of men and monsters, where did this soul stand? Ghastly and horrid was all that emitted from his aura, yet this thing had a mind, something to think with, something to ponder with. Wraiths were so complicated. They danced lively in the shadows, they were apart of something more. And though Blue was close to comprehending this, she felt quite certin that soon she would be falling off a proverbial cliff, right into the depths of oblivious and confusion. Surely she would never understand all that this apparition symbolized. If she could only see..
There he stood, in the doorway constructed from two panes of glass. The area glowed brightly as the commandments written upon the walls kept him from sinking into the glass. The walls were made to stand against the iron will of the wraiths, and how very well they worked. Obviously much to their disappointment, yet they no longer fought against the written laws of the house. The chains wouldn't budge and the acceptance seemed to be strained.
What did he see? Did his eyes search her soul as he stood there, stoically? Even with her exceptional night vision, somehow, the shadows betrayed her, and hid his eyes from her vision. Was he manipulating the darkness? Was this mystery feigned only to further confuse her? She wouldn't be able to stand it longer if some questions went unanswered. She was here to study, to learn, and so far she had only succeeded to gaining new questions to further mystify her mind.
Why wouldn't he move? Standing there, tall and dark and so very mysterious. The aura that clouded his form was strong, dark. It seemed that if she were to graze the air around him, she would cut herself and bleed. Wouldn't he like that? Some how this seemed like a lie. She wasn't completely certin, but she was beginning to believe that he was lieing to her. And that just wasn't polite.
It pained her to move. When she allowed her feet to fall to the floor, agony spiked through her limbs. Air choked in her throat, burning to be released, but her body seemed to refuse. What happened to cause this? Her mind betrayed her, and memories were small and brisk, only glimpses of what had happened. Light, and a whole lot of it. The illumination was a wretched enemy, and held her back from seeing just what was happening.
Her reverie was broken by the unsettling sensation of her skin attempting to crawl from her bones. The chill, so strong it was painful, seemed to turn the tips of her fingers blue. That was a very unwelcome color in those limbs. So stuck upon this observation, Blue didn't realize that the cause of this condition had advanced upon her.
..Jackel..
The name escaped her lips, twisted through the air, and abruptly stopped the advancing apparition.
Who was she to utter his name? The title that the devil himself had given him. The curse that only a few were lucky enough to know, and live. Some of the very residents of house weren't even knowledgable of that much.
"Very good..But do you know my real name?"
His words were so twisted and tangled by the strength of his aura, that she didn't listen to his physical voice, but brushed against the fabric of his mind to understand what he had asked of her, much to his admonishment. He growled, a monsterous sound, and gripped the girls throat, lifting her from the metal table that she no longer occupied. Where skin connected with ghostly material, light blossomed, a brilliant white. Needless to say, the ghost dropped her, abruptly. She landed upon the damnable table neatly, and once again was blinded with pain.
"..No.."
She groaned, only able to utter the small response. Her own voice sounded foriegn on her lips.
Surprise, shock..He was unable to touch her. Seering heat flared, much like before, when he brushed upon her skin. This wouldn't do. How could he not kill, mangle, and destroy? That was what was expected of him, that was what he was programmed to do. Instinct or not, he attained his sick joy from stealing life. And it had been so long..That was just him, and his existance seemed faulty if he was unable to comply with his life, the thought was maddening, and very much unbareable. But then, so was he.
What was she expecting? A petting zoo? Her gifts had failed her, the only thing that held this ghoul back was entirely something new to her, and even then, it didn't keep his clawed hands off of her skin. Though he was certainly repelled by it. Peering up, she glanced upon his face, still unable to see past the shadows and into his eyes. Surely he was manipulating the shadows to perplex her. Again a creeping chill marched down her spine. Something else, and this night wasn't looking up in her favor. Why were the shadows betraying her?
Her shallow years wound through her head when her eyes alighted upon the new aura. The physical body of the Juggernaut strolled through the doorway soon after. She didn't believe she would die, but was certain that she would regret her life here on out. His sly grin only fueled the flames that created that trail of thought.
The new wraith blinked in and out of view, like something would veil her vision momentarily. He turned his head to peer at the Jackel, who seemed dwarfed compaired to the massive apparition. With both of their aura's pressing upon her temples, Blue was sure that she wouldn't leave this room without a battered and bruised spirit. Power wasn't an adequite word to describe what she felt leaning against her soul, it was too spiritual for such a common word.
"Leave..."
The word hissed in her ears twisted and oddly wrong, but mostly the sensation was in her mind. Fur against her conscience, soft, yet harsh, terribly harsh. The Jackel glowered at the other apparition, yet wide eyes fell upon her body, only a moment, disapproving that she had violated his mind once again, then back to the second ghost. Their spirits pushed back and forth, testing, resisting. The otherworldly motion made Blue dizzy, and if this wasn't completely on another plane, she felt that she would have toppled from her perch upon the table, pushed away by the sheer strength that they displayed. Finally, though, the Juggernaut disappeared, reappearing in the doorway, walking away, before blinking out of view once again. Loud crashes and sounds of various objects being destroyed insued.
Blue's gaze had rested on the doorway, the last place she had seen the now absent ghost, but it didn't take long for her to realize that the Jackel's was securely upon her form. Her fogged exhalation and the annoyence of the goosebumps upon her flesh reminded her that the danger didn't leave with the Juggernaut, but was keenly enhanced now that there was nothing to distract the present wraith.