She wanted to go home, back to Las Vegas where she could be safe, tucked
away from the torturous hand of the Jackal. All she could do now was cry
her eyes out, only imagining that she was home and that she had bombed her
finals test into college. Gods how she wished that was all it was! To be
free of her prison, to be free of the pain!
"I wanna go home!" She screamed out into the dark nothing around her.
~*~
He needed ghosts. Ghosts that would power up the machine he had memorized and built. Cyrus was a fool. He knew how things were done. He knew better than to get himself killed; let others know of his plans, and especially give something so valuable to a very distant family member. He smirked. He would show them. He would show everyone! He wanted those ghosts and he would have them! Snatching up his car keys and his cell phone, he walked out of his office and dialed a number. Holding the phone up to his ear, he spoke harshly.
"Get a team over to Borehamwood Asylum within the hour. Any misunderstanding on the time arrangement and I'll have your head!"
With that said, he walked over to his car, a black Vanquisher, got in, and started the car. A loud roar erupted in the air and the car sped off down the road.
~*~
Laura's eyes fluttered open and she peered around the darkness. The pair of clear glasses were about three feet in front of her, folded up and upside down. Great. Just great. How would she put them back? Whoa! Wait a minute! Voices? She could hear voices and they were outside! Laura quickly sat up and began to scream for help.
"Help me, please! Whoever's there, please, get me out of here!"
The voices seemed to reply, telling her to back away from the wall. The teen did as she was told and smiled at the fluttering in her chest. Just as the wall was blown down, she heard a maniacal laugh. Damn it! The Jackal was here! Guess he heard the voices as well as her. She quickly got to her feet and made a run for it out through the hole in the wall and into the arms of one of the workers there. When she looked up at him, he wore the same glasses that she had worn earlier. Strange.
"Please tell me you're going to help me! I've been stuck with the bastard in there for God knows how long! See?" She backed up a bit to show him the straight jacket on her which thankfully went down to her knees.
The man nodded and ordered the men around him to start playing the spells. 'Spells?' the woman-child thought. Latin began to ring in Laura's ears and a pair of glasses were roughly shoved onto her face. She saw the Jackal heading her way and screamed, struggling against the man's arms. She didn't want to be near that monster again! Just as Ryan was going to them, a cube with Latin words on it fell at the Jackal's side. He looked at it and began to yell. People with flares were forcing him toward it until he was inside with the glass panels securely shut. Ryan pounded on the glass only to get thrown back when he touched the Latin.
'Let me out!" He screeched.
A man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes stepped up to the cube and leaned against it. His gaze fell upon Laura and she gulped.
"Come here." He beckoned her with a flick of his wrist.
The man holding Laura took her over to the guy beckoning her, ignoring her shouts and protests at getting any closer to the jackal. The blue-eyes man gave his minion a look and the leather straps on her jacket were cut with a pocket knife, releasing her arms. She stretched eagerly and bowed her head.
"Thank you, so much!"
"It was nothing." He flashed her a brilliant smile. "So tell me. What happened between you two?" He tapped on the glass, gesturing to Ryan.
Laura visibly shuddered. The Jackal smiled. He still caused her discomfort even though he was trapped. He had done his job correctly. Before she started her story, she carefully reached up and rubbed the caked blood on her face off, cautious around the raw cuts.
"Well, it started like this." Laura began her story hesitantly.
It was an hour before the teen finished her story. The handsome man before her only smiled and nodded. One of his workers came up behind him and whispered something into his ear. The man's smile grew. Glancing up at Laura, he held out his hand.
"Sorry for my rudeness, my name is Jacob, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you Jacob, I'm Laura. Laura Mai."
"A pleasure. Now I have something to tell you," His smile turned to a grin and he twisted her arm until she turned around and fell to her knees. The Jackal slammed against the glass. She was his victim, not Jacob's! "you have all the qualifications to become one of our little 'fail safe' ghosts. Wonderful isn't it?" With his free hand, Jacob hit a switch that opened the Jackal's cube and threw Laura in.
Never had Laura felt so betrayed. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Not only was she going to die, she was going to be kept from heaven or hell as well! She felt cold hands clamp over her mouth and nose. Her head was pressed against the glass, pressure building up. God, what a shitty way to die! The woman-child's hands began to tremble and her body gave a few spasms before she blacked out.
"I wanna go home!" She screamed out into the dark nothing around her.
~*~
He needed ghosts. Ghosts that would power up the machine he had memorized and built. Cyrus was a fool. He knew how things were done. He knew better than to get himself killed; let others know of his plans, and especially give something so valuable to a very distant family member. He smirked. He would show them. He would show everyone! He wanted those ghosts and he would have them! Snatching up his car keys and his cell phone, he walked out of his office and dialed a number. Holding the phone up to his ear, he spoke harshly.
"Get a team over to Borehamwood Asylum within the hour. Any misunderstanding on the time arrangement and I'll have your head!"
With that said, he walked over to his car, a black Vanquisher, got in, and started the car. A loud roar erupted in the air and the car sped off down the road.
~*~
Laura's eyes fluttered open and she peered around the darkness. The pair of clear glasses were about three feet in front of her, folded up and upside down. Great. Just great. How would she put them back? Whoa! Wait a minute! Voices? She could hear voices and they were outside! Laura quickly sat up and began to scream for help.
"Help me, please! Whoever's there, please, get me out of here!"
The voices seemed to reply, telling her to back away from the wall. The teen did as she was told and smiled at the fluttering in her chest. Just as the wall was blown down, she heard a maniacal laugh. Damn it! The Jackal was here! Guess he heard the voices as well as her. She quickly got to her feet and made a run for it out through the hole in the wall and into the arms of one of the workers there. When she looked up at him, he wore the same glasses that she had worn earlier. Strange.
"Please tell me you're going to help me! I've been stuck with the bastard in there for God knows how long! See?" She backed up a bit to show him the straight jacket on her which thankfully went down to her knees.
The man nodded and ordered the men around him to start playing the spells. 'Spells?' the woman-child thought. Latin began to ring in Laura's ears and a pair of glasses were roughly shoved onto her face. She saw the Jackal heading her way and screamed, struggling against the man's arms. She didn't want to be near that monster again! Just as Ryan was going to them, a cube with Latin words on it fell at the Jackal's side. He looked at it and began to yell. People with flares were forcing him toward it until he was inside with the glass panels securely shut. Ryan pounded on the glass only to get thrown back when he touched the Latin.
'Let me out!" He screeched.
A man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes stepped up to the cube and leaned against it. His gaze fell upon Laura and she gulped.
"Come here." He beckoned her with a flick of his wrist.
The man holding Laura took her over to the guy beckoning her, ignoring her shouts and protests at getting any closer to the jackal. The blue-eyes man gave his minion a look and the leather straps on her jacket were cut with a pocket knife, releasing her arms. She stretched eagerly and bowed her head.
"Thank you, so much!"
"It was nothing." He flashed her a brilliant smile. "So tell me. What happened between you two?" He tapped on the glass, gesturing to Ryan.
Laura visibly shuddered. The Jackal smiled. He still caused her discomfort even though he was trapped. He had done his job correctly. Before she started her story, she carefully reached up and rubbed the caked blood on her face off, cautious around the raw cuts.
"Well, it started like this." Laura began her story hesitantly.
It was an hour before the teen finished her story. The handsome man before her only smiled and nodded. One of his workers came up behind him and whispered something into his ear. The man's smile grew. Glancing up at Laura, he held out his hand.
"Sorry for my rudeness, my name is Jacob, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you Jacob, I'm Laura. Laura Mai."
"A pleasure. Now I have something to tell you," His smile turned to a grin and he twisted her arm until she turned around and fell to her knees. The Jackal slammed against the glass. She was his victim, not Jacob's! "you have all the qualifications to become one of our little 'fail safe' ghosts. Wonderful isn't it?" With his free hand, Jacob hit a switch that opened the Jackal's cube and threw Laura in.
Never had Laura felt so betrayed. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Not only was she going to die, she was going to be kept from heaven or hell as well! She felt cold hands clamp over her mouth and nose. Her head was pressed against the glass, pressure building up. God, what a shitty way to die! The woman-child's hands began to tremble and her body gave a few spasms before she blacked out.