Jackal's Girl
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 13 ghosts or their characters.
Last time:
"Well Jackal's girl," He began and laughed when I growled at him. "Welcome to my home. Where you will be staying for an extended stay." He laughed again and when I didn't think it could get any stranger, he disappeared right in front of my eyes.
"Damn psychosis." I said before walking into the shadows to explore.
I couldn't pick up any scent of my host or that damn treacherous lawyer. I had been walking for hours and the house just seemed to be getting stranger. I checked the upstairs and talked to the voices from my past for a while. Mostly conversations from my past when my family used to visit me in New Borehamwood before the doctors 'advised' them that I was getting dangerous and shouldn't be bothered until I made a startling recovery, which never happened.
(Warning flash back in progress)
"Sara, why won't you talk to me?" My mother pleaded from across the room. I could see the tears in her eyes but my meditations kept me from feeling anything. I just stared at her then ripped the jugular from the orderly that was holding her down.
"Do you see," I hissed. "What I've become without you. I'm better then ever, why can't you see who I really am?" She pulled back from me as his blood dripped from my lips onto her new jeans. "There are no voices, why do you hurt me like this?" I screamed at her while she started to cry.
"Sara please don't do this. If we didn't send you here, then you would be put in prison and killed before the month is over. Please try to understand." She wrapped her arms around me and cried. My muscles constricted and I pulled myself from her grasp.
"No mom you don't understand. I'm already dead; I died the day you sent me to hell. Every thing is gone. They won't let me go, all the people, all the medicine. They just try to avoid the inevitable. This is just life support and I want you to set me free, pull the plug. Let me go, I'll run to the wilderness and no one will see me again." I stared at her while lapping the blood from the orderly's still beating heart.
"Sara," my mother looked pale and she couldn't contain herself any longer. "You are an animal. If you can stop your appetite for blood, then you can come home with me. And you can live your life as it was before you got sick. You can go back to school, hang out with your friends, and stay inside where it's safe."
"So I'll go from one cage to another. Just one will have bars and sedation and one will be hidden in secret." I was angry. "You have no clue what has happened. How can you say these things, acting like there is nothing wrong? I shouldn't be here, you should." I spat at her and screamed at the top of my lungs as pain erupted from my very core. I pushed myself into the darkest corner and whimpered as the spark of electricity that came from the cattle prod. The head nurse stood in the doorway, escorted my shattered mother into the hall, and sent in two new orderlies to take the injured one away. As the door shut, I ran to it and pounded on the glass until it shattered. "Mother, you can't just leave. I need you. MOMMY!"
(End flashback...you can breathe now)
I sat in the corner staring at the wall still muttering curses and crying for my mother. 'How could she leave me like that? Couldn't she see that I was dying without her?' I looked at my wrists and saw that I had gouged my right wrist down to the point where it was bleeding and four long gashes stared out at me. Blood was dripping slowly and I sat there watching the blood drip to the floor, collecting into a pool of bright crimson mortality. Suddenly I heard a crash from downstairs and quickly gathered myself and rushed down to see what was happening.
"Horace put me down this instant you muscle bound buffoon!" Cyrus was yelling at thin air. He was floating but I couldn't see anyone holding him. He then noticed me, was dropped, and fell on his desk, losing his breath in the process. He almost instantly recovered and threw something shiny at me. I caught it in midair and saw that it was a pair of funky glasses. "Put them on now, or would you rather be torn apart." I put them on and in front of me stood a giant riddled with bullet holes. He reached down to me and I took off running on all fours to the closest room, the basement. I nearly flew down the stairs almost colliding with the glass wall in front of me and stopped to see if he was still behind me.
Well what do we have here?
I turned and looked behind me and saw a boy about my age, cute, staring back at me. He was wearing a leather jacket and half of him looked like it was torn clean off. Even though he was behind a glass wall, I could smell the leather and burning flesh that lingered to him. He was standing in front of a wrecked car that could have been a sweet ride at one point. I noticed a baseball bat hanging from his right hand, his blood somewhat coating the handle. I looked back up at him and stood to meet his eyes. Needless to say, I wasn't very sane at the time and he could see it in my eyes.
Hmm...what should I do with you? Maybe I'll introduce you to a friend of mine.
He smiled and I flashed him my fangs that made him stop and look at me again. "Well looks like I'm not the only one stuck in a prison." I looked him over again not bothering to hide my intentions. I sneered at him and smacked my injured wrist at the glass, smearing blood on the wall to turn him red. He seemed shocked at my outburst and I just calmly licked some of the blood away and walked slowly down the hall, looking for something. 'What is it? Why am I being pulled down this way, what is waiting for me?' My thoughts ended suddenly when I stopped in front of another wall, housing another invisible person in a straight jacket. "Where are you from," I hunched down to meet his gaze. "Brother?" He seemed surprised and lashed out at me, the glass glowing with his efforts to escape. "You think we're so different?" I lifted my shirt to show him my scars from the asylum. "I got these from New Borehamwood, maybe you should stop by for a visit." He stared at the scars from the cattle prods, sedation, beatings, and just my general mutilation. I lowered my shirt and looked back into his eyes. "If I get you out of there, how about we go on a vengeance trip down memory lane?" He smiled at me and I smiled using my fangs. But before I could get out another word, I was flung down the hall and crashed back into the wall by the boy in the leather jacket. I could feel blood running down my face and my legs weren't the strongest they could be at the moment. I looked up to once again see the giant, grinning as he walked up to me. I managed to get to my feet and tried to escape but he grabbed my by my arm and flung me down the hall.
"Shit." Was all I could say as he grinned and walked back to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 13 ghosts or their characters.
Last time:
"Well Jackal's girl," He began and laughed when I growled at him. "Welcome to my home. Where you will be staying for an extended stay." He laughed again and when I didn't think it could get any stranger, he disappeared right in front of my eyes.
"Damn psychosis." I said before walking into the shadows to explore.
I couldn't pick up any scent of my host or that damn treacherous lawyer. I had been walking for hours and the house just seemed to be getting stranger. I checked the upstairs and talked to the voices from my past for a while. Mostly conversations from my past when my family used to visit me in New Borehamwood before the doctors 'advised' them that I was getting dangerous and shouldn't be bothered until I made a startling recovery, which never happened.
(Warning flash back in progress)
"Sara, why won't you talk to me?" My mother pleaded from across the room. I could see the tears in her eyes but my meditations kept me from feeling anything. I just stared at her then ripped the jugular from the orderly that was holding her down.
"Do you see," I hissed. "What I've become without you. I'm better then ever, why can't you see who I really am?" She pulled back from me as his blood dripped from my lips onto her new jeans. "There are no voices, why do you hurt me like this?" I screamed at her while she started to cry.
"Sara please don't do this. If we didn't send you here, then you would be put in prison and killed before the month is over. Please try to understand." She wrapped her arms around me and cried. My muscles constricted and I pulled myself from her grasp.
"No mom you don't understand. I'm already dead; I died the day you sent me to hell. Every thing is gone. They won't let me go, all the people, all the medicine. They just try to avoid the inevitable. This is just life support and I want you to set me free, pull the plug. Let me go, I'll run to the wilderness and no one will see me again." I stared at her while lapping the blood from the orderly's still beating heart.
"Sara," my mother looked pale and she couldn't contain herself any longer. "You are an animal. If you can stop your appetite for blood, then you can come home with me. And you can live your life as it was before you got sick. You can go back to school, hang out with your friends, and stay inside where it's safe."
"So I'll go from one cage to another. Just one will have bars and sedation and one will be hidden in secret." I was angry. "You have no clue what has happened. How can you say these things, acting like there is nothing wrong? I shouldn't be here, you should." I spat at her and screamed at the top of my lungs as pain erupted from my very core. I pushed myself into the darkest corner and whimpered as the spark of electricity that came from the cattle prod. The head nurse stood in the doorway, escorted my shattered mother into the hall, and sent in two new orderlies to take the injured one away. As the door shut, I ran to it and pounded on the glass until it shattered. "Mother, you can't just leave. I need you. MOMMY!"
(End flashback...you can breathe now)
I sat in the corner staring at the wall still muttering curses and crying for my mother. 'How could she leave me like that? Couldn't she see that I was dying without her?' I looked at my wrists and saw that I had gouged my right wrist down to the point where it was bleeding and four long gashes stared out at me. Blood was dripping slowly and I sat there watching the blood drip to the floor, collecting into a pool of bright crimson mortality. Suddenly I heard a crash from downstairs and quickly gathered myself and rushed down to see what was happening.
"Horace put me down this instant you muscle bound buffoon!" Cyrus was yelling at thin air. He was floating but I couldn't see anyone holding him. He then noticed me, was dropped, and fell on his desk, losing his breath in the process. He almost instantly recovered and threw something shiny at me. I caught it in midair and saw that it was a pair of funky glasses. "Put them on now, or would you rather be torn apart." I put them on and in front of me stood a giant riddled with bullet holes. He reached down to me and I took off running on all fours to the closest room, the basement. I nearly flew down the stairs almost colliding with the glass wall in front of me and stopped to see if he was still behind me.
Well what do we have here?
I turned and looked behind me and saw a boy about my age, cute, staring back at me. He was wearing a leather jacket and half of him looked like it was torn clean off. Even though he was behind a glass wall, I could smell the leather and burning flesh that lingered to him. He was standing in front of a wrecked car that could have been a sweet ride at one point. I noticed a baseball bat hanging from his right hand, his blood somewhat coating the handle. I looked back up at him and stood to meet his eyes. Needless to say, I wasn't very sane at the time and he could see it in my eyes.
Hmm...what should I do with you? Maybe I'll introduce you to a friend of mine.
He smiled and I flashed him my fangs that made him stop and look at me again. "Well looks like I'm not the only one stuck in a prison." I looked him over again not bothering to hide my intentions. I sneered at him and smacked my injured wrist at the glass, smearing blood on the wall to turn him red. He seemed shocked at my outburst and I just calmly licked some of the blood away and walked slowly down the hall, looking for something. 'What is it? Why am I being pulled down this way, what is waiting for me?' My thoughts ended suddenly when I stopped in front of another wall, housing another invisible person in a straight jacket. "Where are you from," I hunched down to meet his gaze. "Brother?" He seemed surprised and lashed out at me, the glass glowing with his efforts to escape. "You think we're so different?" I lifted my shirt to show him my scars from the asylum. "I got these from New Borehamwood, maybe you should stop by for a visit." He stared at the scars from the cattle prods, sedation, beatings, and just my general mutilation. I lowered my shirt and looked back into his eyes. "If I get you out of there, how about we go on a vengeance trip down memory lane?" He smiled at me and I smiled using my fangs. But before I could get out another word, I was flung down the hall and crashed back into the wall by the boy in the leather jacket. I could feel blood running down my face and my legs weren't the strongest they could be at the moment. I looked up to once again see the giant, grinning as he walked up to me. I managed to get to my feet and tried to escape but he grabbed my by my arm and flung me down the hall.
"Shit." Was all I could say as he grinned and walked back to me.