Jackal's Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 13 ghosts or their characters.

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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.

I stood up and dived through his legs as he grabbed for me. I ran down the hall past the man in the straightjacket and didn't stop until I reached a room to hide in. I looked around and saw that most of the room was filled with a giant machine and there were levers on the far wall. I walked on all fours to the levers and stared at the symbols that were carved onto them.

"Such pretty designs I wonder what they mean?" I said as I ran my clawed finger over its surface, it was smooth like ivory and was the same color. "Whoever built this had some class." I grinned showing my fangs the pulled some of the levers down and heard a clicking noise as some of the doors in the house opened. I could smell the static from the machine and the doors as they opened then I heard the giant behind me and barely managed to dodge his attack. I ran on all fours out the door and back around the halls when I heard a cackle and stopped.

Well what do we have here?

An old woman wearing part of a stockade was staring at me and grinning showing her rotten teeth. I sneered at her and tried to get past but she flung me into the nearest wall and walked towards me.

Such an ungrateful little brat, well I guess I'll fix that

She grinned and started to chase me down the halls I was actually having fun because it felt like a game of tag, and she was it.

"Common grandma your too slow!" I growled at her and watched as she glared at me then disappeared from my sight. I thought that she had stopped playing until I ran into her and knocked both of us down.

Now you die

I pushed her away and slashed at her with my claws and was actually inflicting some damage but she hit me with the edge of her stockade and cracked open my lip while knocking me down the hall. I slid for about ten feet then got up to attack her again but she was gone. I stood my ground for a while but she didn't return so I headed back to the stairs making sure that neither she nor that giant was following me. At the top of the stairs, I saw a little boy with an arrow through his head, he pointed a cap gun at me and smiled. I cocked my head to the side and approached him slowly he looked harmless but I didn't want to underestimate him he looked like a good kill.

Hi I am Billy wanna play?

I looked this child over before walking up to him and poking the end of the arrow. "Well, what do we have here?" I gave Billy a little push and he started yelling something at me before disappearing like the old woman had. Curious I walked a little farther down the hall and ran into the boy in the leather jacket. He wasn't facing me so I got a good look before I jumped at him. I enjoyed his reaction, especially when I grabbed his ass. He yelled out in surprise and threw me off his back before raising his bat at me. I just laughed at him as he stared at me confused.

Well dolly looks like you made it out of there ok. Horace did a number on you though

He walked over, picked me up, and dusted me off before taking a step back to study me. "Who are you?" I asked as I brushed some blood off my face to get a better look. I could see him better in the light now and saw that half of his head seemed to have been burned off and his skull was broken in several spots. His jacket was torn as if he had been in a very bad crash and didn't make it out too well. I still thought he was really cute, in a morbid kind of way, but then again I haven't seen a person my age for a while and my hormones seemed to have a mind of their own. As if he were reading my mind, he adjusted his jacket and took a step back.

The names Royce, Royce Clayton and who might you be I wonder?

"Sara" I growled at him and started to back away. I got a very bad feeling coming over me and didn't want to stay for long. "I'm leaving so if you value your life, leave me alone." He laughed and for an instant, he seemed happy, but soon it was replaced by what looked like jealousy. He took a step towards me and raised his bat staring not at me but behind me. I turned around and saw the man in the straightjacket glaring at Royce and the metal bars of his cage gleamed a bit in the light.

You know Royce it's not nice to steal things from others especially things that could be tasty

Back off Ryan, I saw her first and I'm not gonna let you ruin this from me

Royce swung his bat a bit in warning and I knew then that they were going to fight over me but I couldn't figure out why. Hadn't they ever seen a girl before? They must have with that old hag running around. "You both should get a life." I growled before running off down the hall hearing the sounds of a baseball bat hitting metal and flesh ripping. I could smell their blood and it was somewhat enticing me to stop and run back to them but I kept on my way. The halls seemed to go on forever and I was turned around several times causing me to lash out at whatever was nearby at the time. I really hope that Cyrus didn't like that vase or those small shiny clocks that he kept hanging around on the tables. But then again he knew who I was and that his stuff would probably be destroyed anyways so I didn't pay it much heed. I finally made it back to the library and sat on the desk licking my wounds so that they would heal faster. It seemed like an eternity before I heard the hushed laughter of a child nearby and I managed to jump off the desk before Billy pushed me.

Hey, that's not nice you don't play fair...why won't you play with me?

Billy stood on the desk pouting and had his arms crossed over his chest, one of his cap guns was clutched in his tiny fist. I just rolled my eyes and sat down a few feet away not letting him out of my sight. "I don't play with children; they break too easily." I was hoping he would get angry again and leave but he just smiled, jumped off the desk and walked over to me.

I like you what's your name?

"My name, why the hell would you want to know that?" I sighed and tried to control my anger because you know that children taste so much better when their curious. "If you must know Billy, my name is Sara." He smiled and walked around me as if he were studying me to see if I would measure up to something. He stopped in front of me and crouched down so he could talk to me face to face.

I've made up my mind; you're going to be my new mommy. There's nothing you can say or do to make me think otherwise

Billy then wrapped his small arms around me and did his best not to poke me with his arrow as he nuzzled my shoulder. I could feel my muscles tense up readying themselves for a fight but for some reason I chose to let the kid hug me. "Okay get off of me." I pushed the kid off after a minute and stood up the best that I could considering I was still somewhat bound in the straightjacket. "Why the hell would you want me to be you're mother? It's not like I give a damn about children unless they're edible but you don't seem edible so get lost." I started to walk away when I felt a tug on the back of my jacket and then it loosely slipped off my shoulders and fell to the floor. I covered my chest up the best that I could and turned around to see Billy there with a stupid grin on his face. He was staring at my chest and all my scars but in that second he seemed older then he looked. He looked me up and down again as an animal would to its soon-to- be mate, I didn't like that at all.

There you go mommy you're free now. No more jacket to hold you down.

I picked up my jacket and used it to cover my chest as I walked upstairs and rooted through the dressers until I found a top to wear. I liked how light I felt without the heavy leather straps or metal buckles that once bound me to my insanity. The thin blue material of the halter top clung to my skin making me feel almost like I wasn't wearing it at all which was a very strange feeling, like going from wearing chains to feathers. I had to give the kid some credit it felt good to be out of that old jacket and into something new. I looked down at my pants that still bore the smells of New Borehamwood and I quickly searched for something new to wear. Soon I was walking down the halls of the house wearing not only the halter-top but also a pair of low cut flared blue jeans that fit me so well it was eerie. I couldn't find any new shoes so I kept on the flimsy canvas shoes that were issued to all the inhabitants of that prison. My old clothes were sitting on my bed and I wasn't going to put them on anytime soon so I guess that they would have to wait for later.

Wow mommy you look really good

I felt a pair of arms hug me and I turned around just to see the kid happily looking up at me. I kind of felt sorry for him but quickly pushed that emotion to the back of my mind remembering the look he had given me before. "Kid are you going to keep following me around or something?" I asked him and he looked confused and almost hurt, almost.

What's wrong mommy don't you like me? I mean what would you do if you ran into Horace again, or Ryan, or any of the others? I'm gonna protect you mommy you're mine

He pouted and I saw a few tears fall from his face; I leant down and stared into his eyes. "I'm not mother material kid, and I certainly as hell don't belong to you but if it makes you feel better you can hang around for awhile, just stay out of my way and quit hugging me so much." The kid smiled and hugged me again but what he said next made my flesh crawl, and I've never had that happen before so you can tell that it froze me to the very core.

Don't worry mommy I'll protect you, then we can be together forever