"...And girls just wanna have fun." The out of tune voice rang in his
mind.
He'd give anything to shut that trap that was the frails mouth. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to shut up a ghost -- or at least it could be. She sang those horrid eighties songs all night, all morning and back into the night.
He cursed himself for just running out of the bar without any wheels. He tried to steal some, but the threat always came -- he didn't want to be in pink bows and a polka dot dress. The alternative to wheels, walking. Not that it was a problem for him, he'd always enjoyed the silence -- yet this was anything but silent.
"Shut up frail," He demanded her angrily again for the hundredth time.
"What...One more time...alright -- Girls just wanna have fun," the specter sang in front of him with a big grin on her face.
All he could do is growl and walk through her, which gave him little satisfaction. "I can't wait ta get rid of ya," he grumbled underneath his lips.
"I heard that," he heard the shrill yell of acknowledgment. He shook his head as he walked on. A smell of fresh meat filled the air. He grinned in anticipation; he hadn't eaten for a while -- not since he gutted the girl. He followed the sent to the middle of the woods.
A campfire blazed in the middle of the night as he noticed couples sitting around the campfire. This should be easy...
"Hungry furball," The voice shot up out of nowhere. He grimaced as he thought he was caught, but noticed that the couples paid no attention to him. He moved silently towards the food as he got near to the couples.
He leapt and growled, then everything went to that familiar darkness and warmth he felt earlier.
* * *
*So this is how the frail feels* he thought as he saw that his form was a lot shorter than last time and black hair covering his eyes.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." A voice squeaked out of him as his form ran into a room filled with expensive items and trinkets. He saw his form bump into something and he heard a crash.
The form looked around as it tired to run but was stopped by something. During Creeds world travels, he learned some Mandarin and some Cantonese -- and what he was hearing he heard at any dirt bag bar in ever.
"No...No..." The voice begged, and Creed knew why. The form was being forced to stairs that lead to an abyss. He saw the room tumble as things began to get darker and darker -- till his vision was completely dark and all he could hear was sobbing.
* * *
He awoke to find all the couples gone and the food still remaining -- no sight of the frail. He instinctively checked for anything on him, nothing. He growled as he yanked off the food above the fire and started to eat it.
"Damn kid probably deserved it," he grumbled to himself, as he didn't care who saw him eat.
He'd give anything to shut that trap that was the frails mouth. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to shut up a ghost -- or at least it could be. She sang those horrid eighties songs all night, all morning and back into the night.
He cursed himself for just running out of the bar without any wheels. He tried to steal some, but the threat always came -- he didn't want to be in pink bows and a polka dot dress. The alternative to wheels, walking. Not that it was a problem for him, he'd always enjoyed the silence -- yet this was anything but silent.
"Shut up frail," He demanded her angrily again for the hundredth time.
"What...One more time...alright -- Girls just wanna have fun," the specter sang in front of him with a big grin on her face.
All he could do is growl and walk through her, which gave him little satisfaction. "I can't wait ta get rid of ya," he grumbled underneath his lips.
"I heard that," he heard the shrill yell of acknowledgment. He shook his head as he walked on. A smell of fresh meat filled the air. He grinned in anticipation; he hadn't eaten for a while -- not since he gutted the girl. He followed the sent to the middle of the woods.
A campfire blazed in the middle of the night as he noticed couples sitting around the campfire. This should be easy...
"Hungry furball," The voice shot up out of nowhere. He grimaced as he thought he was caught, but noticed that the couples paid no attention to him. He moved silently towards the food as he got near to the couples.
He leapt and growled, then everything went to that familiar darkness and warmth he felt earlier.
* * *
*So this is how the frail feels* he thought as he saw that his form was a lot shorter than last time and black hair covering his eyes.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." A voice squeaked out of him as his form ran into a room filled with expensive items and trinkets. He saw his form bump into something and he heard a crash.
The form looked around as it tired to run but was stopped by something. During Creeds world travels, he learned some Mandarin and some Cantonese -- and what he was hearing he heard at any dirt bag bar in ever.
"No...No..." The voice begged, and Creed knew why. The form was being forced to stairs that lead to an abyss. He saw the room tumble as things began to get darker and darker -- till his vision was completely dark and all he could hear was sobbing.
* * *
He awoke to find all the couples gone and the food still remaining -- no sight of the frail. He instinctively checked for anything on him, nothing. He growled as he yanked off the food above the fire and started to eat it.
"Damn kid probably deserved it," he grumbled to himself, as he didn't care who saw him eat.