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LOCATION: London, England
She made her way down the hall, being careful not to disturb anything. Everything was dark and cold- rotting chairs were covered in mildew, fractured plates lay discarded on the floor and the walls were peeling. It was an unsightly place, but it was her home.
The girl seemed to float down the hall. Her pale skin seemed luminous against the inky dark, as did her white gown. Her name was Batholry. At least, that's what she thought her name was.
You tend to forget the important things when you've been dead for about 400 years.
The house- her house- was nearly as old, in a neglected section of London's outskirts. She had lived there happily enough. That is, until witch hysteria had spread like wildfire through Europe. Paranoid farmers turned on her family, blaming them for all the faults of their own. Batholry and her family were ostracized by the lot of them.
Soon after, Batholry and her family were brutally murdered in their beds. The farmers set fire to their house, but by some strange twist of fate, it refused to burn. The attackers saw this as a final legacy to the family's witchcraft.
For some unknown reason, Batholry did not pass on that night. She now existed only as a spirit, a human will with no physical form, forever seeking to avenge her own death.
She stopped her movements for a moment, cocking an ear. Several rooms over, she could hear voices. Human voices.
She smiled with glee, phasing through walls in search of her prey. Humans often trespassed here, in hopes to find evidence of a haunting. Most of the time they were college students (extremely inebriated college student), but on a few occasions 'professionals' came in for an investigation. They were the most fun to toy with- Batholry enjoyed fooling with their instruments, especially the ones called 'computers'- the owners through fits when she broke them.
Batholry found herself just outside the room in question. Focusing her thoughts, she turned herself invisible. Just a precaution, to see exactly what she was dealing with. She saw two men, dressed in olive garb, surrounded by strange instruments and beeping objects.
Batholry smiled. She was going to have fun tonight.
"Damned drafty house. The sooner we leave, the better," one man said.
"Can't go 'til we completed the objective. Rayfe'll have our asses if we leave early," The second one replied.
Batholry was confused by the conversation. The strangers didn't talk like the others who had visited. As she moved closer, the machines sprang to life.
"What the heck was that?" the first man asked, looking intently at a screen.
"I dunno. Readouts match our objective, but it could just be a power surge. Scan the area," The second replied.
Batholry slowly backed away. As she did, the monitoring devices quieted down.
"There they go again. What the hell do these things want from me!?" The first man swore, slapping the box in front of him.
"Is that scan finished yet?" his partner asked.
"Just about. It's probably another stupid thunderstorm in Scotland," The first man said. He ripped a printout from his scanner. "Or maybe it isn't," He said, looking the sheet over. He handed it to his partner.
"Localized electrical disturbance? Must be the target," The second man replied.
Batholry grimaced. These two had tools that actually worked! That meant they were dangerous... She started to phase through the wall, hoping that they would go away when the beeping stopped.
"Got a lock on her. She's running," The first man said, standing up. He unstrapped a small black object from his leg, while his partner holstered a large containment unit on his back.
They slowly walked around the perimeter of the room, the first man inspecting every nook and cranny with the black instrument in his hand. Batholry watched as they did, fascinated by the procedure.
She soon realized the men had backed her into a corner. As they approached, she hovered towards the ceiling, hoping to escape their notice.
The man with the instrument finally arrived at her corner. He pointed the object directly at her, flicking a switch. Batholry quickly darted across the room, becoming visible as she phased through the wall.
Her sight, hear hearing, her thoughts all a blur as she ran. The strangers moved quickly and quietly, shrouding themselves from her. Up halls and down stairs, through walls and above ceilings, Batholry's frantic flight was hasty and erratic.
She came to a halt, examining the surrounding area. After a few minutes of silence, she came to a startling realization: she had absolutely no idea where the attackers were. She slowly made her way down the hall.
Suddenly, one of the men jumped around a corner. She immediately retreated in the other direction, only to find herself facing the other man. Before she could go through the ceiling, the man flicked a switch on the object he held. Batholry closed her eyes, but nothing could prepare her for what came next.
She screamed in pain. Pain- something she had not felt in over 400 years. White lances of electricity jumped all over her, sending white-hot signals to her brain. She blearily tried to move, only to find herself unable to do anything except cry. The stranger thrust the instrument closer, intensifying her pain. With one final scream, she fell blacked out.
The two men slowly edged towards her floating body. "That was weird. For a minute she seemed almost human," The first said.
"Yea, but she's not. At least, not anymore," The second replied, unstrapping the containment unit. After pressing a few buttons, he scooped Batholry up with it. After a few more button presses, the lid slammed down and locked with an electro-magnetic seal.
"That'll do. Let's get back to base," The second man said. They gathered their equipment and walked out the door of the ancient house.
LOCATION: London, England
She made her way down the hall, being careful not to disturb anything. Everything was dark and cold- rotting chairs were covered in mildew, fractured plates lay discarded on the floor and the walls were peeling. It was an unsightly place, but it was her home.
The girl seemed to float down the hall. Her pale skin seemed luminous against the inky dark, as did her white gown. Her name was Batholry. At least, that's what she thought her name was.
You tend to forget the important things when you've been dead for about 400 years.
The house- her house- was nearly as old, in a neglected section of London's outskirts. She had lived there happily enough. That is, until witch hysteria had spread like wildfire through Europe. Paranoid farmers turned on her family, blaming them for all the faults of their own. Batholry and her family were ostracized by the lot of them.
Soon after, Batholry and her family were brutally murdered in their beds. The farmers set fire to their house, but by some strange twist of fate, it refused to burn. The attackers saw this as a final legacy to the family's witchcraft.
For some unknown reason, Batholry did not pass on that night. She now existed only as a spirit, a human will with no physical form, forever seeking to avenge her own death.
She stopped her movements for a moment, cocking an ear. Several rooms over, she could hear voices. Human voices.
She smiled with glee, phasing through walls in search of her prey. Humans often trespassed here, in hopes to find evidence of a haunting. Most of the time they were college students (extremely inebriated college student), but on a few occasions 'professionals' came in for an investigation. They were the most fun to toy with- Batholry enjoyed fooling with their instruments, especially the ones called 'computers'- the owners through fits when she broke them.
Batholry found herself just outside the room in question. Focusing her thoughts, she turned herself invisible. Just a precaution, to see exactly what she was dealing with. She saw two men, dressed in olive garb, surrounded by strange instruments and beeping objects.
Batholry smiled. She was going to have fun tonight.
"Damned drafty house. The sooner we leave, the better," one man said.
"Can't go 'til we completed the objective. Rayfe'll have our asses if we leave early," The second one replied.
Batholry was confused by the conversation. The strangers didn't talk like the others who had visited. As she moved closer, the machines sprang to life.
"What the heck was that?" the first man asked, looking intently at a screen.
"I dunno. Readouts match our objective, but it could just be a power surge. Scan the area," The second replied.
Batholry slowly backed away. As she did, the monitoring devices quieted down.
"There they go again. What the hell do these things want from me!?" The first man swore, slapping the box in front of him.
"Is that scan finished yet?" his partner asked.
"Just about. It's probably another stupid thunderstorm in Scotland," The first man said. He ripped a printout from his scanner. "Or maybe it isn't," He said, looking the sheet over. He handed it to his partner.
"Localized electrical disturbance? Must be the target," The second man replied.
Batholry grimaced. These two had tools that actually worked! That meant they were dangerous... She started to phase through the wall, hoping that they would go away when the beeping stopped.
"Got a lock on her. She's running," The first man said, standing up. He unstrapped a small black object from his leg, while his partner holstered a large containment unit on his back.
They slowly walked around the perimeter of the room, the first man inspecting every nook and cranny with the black instrument in his hand. Batholry watched as they did, fascinated by the procedure.
She soon realized the men had backed her into a corner. As they approached, she hovered towards the ceiling, hoping to escape their notice.
The man with the instrument finally arrived at her corner. He pointed the object directly at her, flicking a switch. Batholry quickly darted across the room, becoming visible as she phased through the wall.
Her sight, hear hearing, her thoughts all a blur as she ran. The strangers moved quickly and quietly, shrouding themselves from her. Up halls and down stairs, through walls and above ceilings, Batholry's frantic flight was hasty and erratic.
She came to a halt, examining the surrounding area. After a few minutes of silence, she came to a startling realization: she had absolutely no idea where the attackers were. She slowly made her way down the hall.
Suddenly, one of the men jumped around a corner. She immediately retreated in the other direction, only to find herself facing the other man. Before she could go through the ceiling, the man flicked a switch on the object he held. Batholry closed her eyes, but nothing could prepare her for what came next.
She screamed in pain. Pain- something she had not felt in over 400 years. White lances of electricity jumped all over her, sending white-hot signals to her brain. She blearily tried to move, only to find herself unable to do anything except cry. The stranger thrust the instrument closer, intensifying her pain. With one final scream, she fell blacked out.
The two men slowly edged towards her floating body. "That was weird. For a minute she seemed almost human," The first said.
"Yea, but she's not. At least, not anymore," The second replied, unstrapping the containment unit. After pressing a few buttons, he scooped Batholry up with it. After a few more button presses, the lid slammed down and locked with an electro-magnetic seal.
"That'll do. Let's get back to base," The second man said. They gathered their equipment and walked out the door of the ancient house.