Yes! FanFic is no longer Nazi against the dividers! Isn't that awesome!
Anyways, I was reminded of the looming fact that Halloween was approaching, and decided to write a small little horror. Whilst writing this, I did get quite scared. You'll find out why in a bit...that is if you're squeamish like me. xD I'm just weird, though.
All other fics to be updated momentarily...hopefully that is. Also, please tell me of my grammar mistakes. My grammar check is somewhat retarded.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, merely puppeteer them with my sick, twisted mind.
The long forgotten doll had been nothing of real importance to her as a child, but now it seemed sacred. An aura of innocence still radiated off the toy, and despite its rather "old" age, it still seemed quite new.
Large, glassy pools of sapphire would gaze sweetly into nothingness, shimmering, as light would hit upon them. Eyelashes of long length curled upwards, the eyelids slipping over cobalt if doll was tilted. Two rosy stains tainted the figurine's otherwise pale complexion. Lips of same color twisted into wane smile, bustling full of childlike purity. Dark, near black hair fell in tiny ringlets to its mid-back. A rather simple dress was its only adornment, but the plaything was still undeniably beautiful.
Pallid digits caressed the thing's faux hair, as the necromancer silently looked over the thing. Maybe it had been given to her as a child, probably by one of the monks whom raised her. It was a simple doll, of no particular value other than sentiment. She supposed she had never played with it, especially since it had been tucked away in a locked trunk. Not a bit of dust had settled upon it, enhancing its near still beauty.
Raven had never liked childish toys, and had never really played with them. Growing up, she didn't have the time for the things. Other children her age, well, they were a bit too rambunctious for her, thus leaving her in a cold temple--alone. Not that the monks weren't there, but still, it was always nice to have a playmate. The assumption was made that the doll was given to her as a form of company, though she doubt it worked. Some sort of memory would have been recollected if this were so.
Lips down turned, visage twisting into a scowl. Aubergine tresses obscured vision, as brows furrowed. Where had the doll come from? The question raced through her mind, wondering if perhaps it had just appeared. Surely, she should have remembered such a thing, especially seeing toys were few and far in between when it came to her. The doll's eyes would seemingly blink as it was tilted into a near upside down position.
Sure enough, there was the insignia of Azarath, small and in a near forgotten language. So, this thing was indeed from her dimension. Then a spark! She had in fact received this particular article from Azar herself, told to cherish it and treat it properly. And she had--for a while. There had been just a few hours of play where she'd feign being a mother, and the doll was her daughter. She'd treat it with the utmost respect and love, not as her own mother had treated her. No, she didn't give the thing away, or allow herself to be weak in front of it. She had treated it like a real child…But, now, it was nothing but a doll. Nothing more. Not company, not a person. Just an inanimate object.
It wasn't going back in the trunk, though. No, it wouldn't be right. The doll, once something important to her, deserved a home upon a bookshelf, or some sort of ledge. Perhaps it could be a guardian angel, a symbol that Azar would always look after her, protect her. Ah, but this was childish. Though Azar was truly amazing, there was not a doubt in her mind she'd perished with the others. In the fire she'd caused. Painful memories resurfaced, and it became nearly too hard to look at the forgotten plaything. She had half a mind to throw it across the room, or do something else rash. Maybe even place it back in the trunk as if she'd never found it. Near guilt followed this idea though; it just wasn't something wise to do. The thing had meant something to her! It had kept her company, consoled her on the darkest and loneliest of days. She owed it something more than just placing it back into the same chest and locking it away for ever. So, the doll claimed a spot just across from the bed, towering above the rest of Raven's darkened domain. Here, it could gaze into the accommodating darkness, perchance even watch the dark witch slumber. Here, it could watch over her, just as its giver had done.
Just as the doll had found its new home, alarms began to blare, red lights flashing on and off repeatedly. There was most certainly trouble. Ebon swirls of darkness merged with floor, as she phased into the lounge. Beast Boy and Starfire scrambled through the corridor, quickly followed by the robotic teen. Their leader, of course, had already zoomed into the damned lounge, waiting impatiently. Booted foot tapped against floor, scowl tainting usually calm face.
"Trouble." Solitary word etched with maliciousness and pure hatred. The statement had become a way to state that danger was near, and they'd soon be engaged in a war with yet another villain-possibly even one they had battled before. All eyes turned towards the television, now a crime tracker of sorts. One dot, red in color, blinked continuously, alerting all of the location of their enemy. A bold '?' plastered in the middle of it signified it was indeed not someone they had fought before. Someone new--mysterious.
With coordinates in mind, they all piled into the T-Car, save Robin and Starfire, whom rode on the Boy Blunder's motorcycle. All arrived at the same time, battle stances taken. Paranoia radiated off each them in waves--what were they supposed to be fighting? Nothing but shadows danced along the walls of the buildings surrounding them, and these were their own. After several minutes of frustrated silence, a groan escaped the more immature team member's lips.
"Dude. Why are we even here? There's nothing here!" Just as this exclamation was made, a new shadow darted towards an alley. Weapons had been flung out of Robin's belt, now clenched between his fingers. Each Titan remained in their stances, glancing about expectedly. Any moment now this villain, or villainess, would pop out and bite them on the ass.
Childlike laughter filled the stilled air, as light bulb after light bulb slowly died, leaving the moon their only illumination. Synthetic light soon aided them, though, coming from Cyborg's shoulder. Small figure of a female was barely glimpsed by Raven, who advanced. Followed by the others, she chased the thing to a dead end, where there was no sign of it. Another burst of laughter was heard, followed by a near eerie voice.
"Ring around the rosies…Pocket full of posies…Ashes, ashes. We all fall down." Once innocuous rhyme now sent a chill down all their spines, each eye widening in horror. What the hell was happening?
Clanging of trashcan pierced the ethereal silence that had grown between them, and the shadow of this villain was observed yet again.
"Titans! Go!" Battle cry was uttered, barely a whisper. Even the fearless leader had been shaken by this display of childish horror and evil. They all split, each going their separate way to search for the still unnamed attacker…Just as Raven had turned a twisting corner into an alleyway, a slight cry of surprise forced out her throat. For a brief, evanescent second, a hand had gripped her arm, and her doll had been there--evil smirk painting its face. But, it was all in her mind. Hood raised, she turned on her heels, going to once again join her friends. Frightened, and more than unnerved, she knew not what to be afraid of--the fact she was alone in the dark, or the vision she'd just seen.
"One, two. I'm coming for you…" Disembodied voice was right besides her, and the presence of another could be felt. Someone was right behind her, boring holes into her head. Violet orbs widened in fear, she slowly turned around to find…
"Robin!" Surprise was a good one. He grabbed the sorceress by the wrist, leading her to the others. There, they remained clustered in a little circle, looking about expectantly.
"Where is my mommy?" Each teenager was truly terrified. Where was this voice coming from? Its shadow flickered, before disappearing again. "Are you my mommy?" Starfire's hair rippled slightly, as if something had walked besides her. A small 'eep' was stifled in her throat, as she clutched the nearest person--Cyborg. His sensors had long ago tried to locate this source of terror, but had not yet found it. "Are you?" The voice continued, and the shadow was seen once again. This time, Beast Boy went rigid, all color draining from his face.
Something had touched him.
"Show yourself!" Robin yelled into the inky darkness, moonlight shining down upon the little street. No one was there--only them. Not only did Cyborg's sensors tell them this, but Raven had yet to feel another's aura. Just simply a presence, which could be paranoia. It was dark, and rather frightening. A good setting for cynical paranoia. "Coward! Show yourself!" Provoking this person would surely lure it where they could see it, right? Not even he was sure now.
"Have you seen my mommy?" Chills ran up their spines again; the voice was becoming closer and closer…
"Mommy! I found you!" Raven became even paler if possibly, as cloak was tugged by invisible hand. All composure she contained threatened to seep away from her, as the voice continued to chatter…like a lost little girl. "I was so scared, but now I found you. Mommy. I want to play. Let's play." Last word was filled with such devilish tones that surely this thing wasn't merely a child, but an embodiment of Satan himself. Then, Raven was pulled forward with such force, she came crashing towards the ground, headfirst. Catching herself, but only barely, a questionable glare was given to her concerned friends.
"Who are you?" Raspy lyrics asked with harshness-and fear. She was scared, as were the others.
"La, la, la. La, la, la." Song was slow, eerie. So full of childish innocence it was horribly petrifying. Crashes came from all surrounding areas, before the streetlights flickered on again. And that was it. No activity continued--nothing.
"Dude. Let's get out of here." All agreed, each piling into the T-Car, or onto the R-Cycle. Speeding off to their T-Shaped sanctuary, the events of the night would not pass with ease.
Once home, Starfire, Beast Boy, and Cyborg sped into their own rooms without so much as a word. Fear was still apparent in their expressions, truly shaken. What had that little voice been? A ghost? Someone pulling a sick prank?
"Raven." Her name was stated by Robin, preventing her from joining the others in slumber. All she wanted was to simply forget about being chosen as a mother, and to forget about the voice. The surreal voice. The haunting voice so innocent it had to be that of something purely evil.
"Are you okay?
"I'm fine… All I want to do is sleep right now. To forget about what happened. I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd allow me to do so." Monotonous tone maintained as little speech was made, then black consumed her as she teleported to her room, phasing through the floor. Boy Blunder was left simply blinking, before ambling to his own room. He supposed she was to be a little shaken, and he would give her some space for now…
Cloak was shed in room, as orbs darted around space. Something was out of place, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Just then, her eyes fell upon the bookshelf--where the doll had earlier been placed. But, she wasn't there! Instead, she was several inches to the left, laying crumpled on a book. Dust had merged with her locks, and Raven immediately pounced on the out-of-place object. Dirt was brushed off it, and she assured herself that the doll would not again be here. The thing's movement rather frightened her--she knew she had placed the thing right there. But, how did it move there? Whatever the reason, she was too tired to actually think and ponder the issue completely, and shrugged it off. Pajamas were donned, as she crawled into the warmth of her bed.
Head reached pillow, dark slowly trickling over her. Heavy eyelids slipped down over amethyst pools, and she was asleep. On her bookshelf, the newly found doll smirked almost evilly, eyes glinting with an unsaid maliciousness.
"Ring around the rosies…Pocket full of posies…Ashes, ashes. We all fall down." Child's rhyme was said in a wickedly innocent voice, seemingly from the doll itself…Words were the last thing that registered in Raven's conscious mind, but she merely thought they were the beginning of a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare…
Scared now? Eh, okay, I admit it. I don't have any particular writing skills when it comes to horror. But live with it. Anyways, don't expect updates to be frequent. Only on weekends. Sorry, but I just don't have enough time.
I really need reviews. So review. Now. D
