Ha..tis Chap. 2 cuz i felt like continueing
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I spent a little more time on this one so hopefully it's better
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---x------The Angry Princess------x---
It had been a few days since Royce had first played his radio for the 12 ghosts.
It was hard to tell how long exactly but Dana knew it had been a few days at least.
Since that day everything had been different.
She found herself being--dare she say--happier since he had sat beside her seperated by the glass window.
She wasnt bouncing around over-joyed, but she definantly felt less alone.
Dana actually found herself enjoying conversations with not only Royce but the other ghosts as well (she still didnt get along with that Susan bitch but she wasnt all that important anyway) .
"Maybe there is a little light in this hell hole..." Dana thought to herself looking around at all the other ghosts, conversating among themselves and finding other sources of entertainment.
Before that day, Dana didnt talk to any of the other ghosts much unless one of them insulted her. It wasnt like she didnt like them or anything (she actually didnt know any of them that well) she just felt like she would bother them. She figured that she wasnt good enough to make acquaintance with them. She thought that maybe theyd hate her for all the flaws she bared, not to mention it was awkward talking to someone who was completly nude, let alone someone who was completly nude with endless flaws and massive gashes all over her body. But for some unknown reason, Royce saw past all of that. He was sooo nice to her. It made her wonder what he saw when he looked at her.
Looking over to his cell from where she was sitting in her own, she saw he was resting on the back of his wrecked car, bobbing his head slightly to the music that was playing softly from the radio on the inside of the half ton hunk of scrap metal.
He looked so peaceful, despite the heavy metal music drifting from the speakers in the car.
She had learned a lot about him in the conversations they shared, which were becoming more frequent.
The most shocking thing she had learned was that he was actually the same age as she was.
He had been in college off a baseball scholarship when he died, instead of the popular belief that he was still a high school kid. It was easy to see why most people made that assumption; he looked so young.
The other thing she learned was when he was alive, his father would litterally push him til he broke. When he was eight years old he hadnt been able to run fast enough to make it to home plate before the ball arrived at the catchers glove, costing his team the game and enraging his father. His father made him run in 98 degree heat, without water breaks, until he passed out. Unfortuantly little Royce had passed out on a hill and he rolled down it and into a tree, where he broke his arm and fractured two ribs. It was a heartbreaking story. Everything he did, Royce had said, was for his dad. And in the end it had cost him his life. He had told her almost everything he could remember about the day he died all the way up until his final moments and death.
Of course, he wasnt the only one who did the talking. Dana wasnt as fast as him at opening up about her life but eventually she did tell him somethings about herself. She told him how her father had hung himself when she was six and how she had been the one to find him swinging from the rafters in their attic. She told him about her mother and how she would force her into beauty pagents and tell her things like she was never gonna be pretty enough for anyone. She told him how she would try to fix every flaw, so maybe she would be able to be something in anyones eyes. She told him about the abusive men in her life and how they werent much better then her mother. She told him about when she had worked for a plastic surgeon and how no matter how hard she tryed she could never be good enough for anyone, just like mother had said. And finally she told him about how she just gave up on everything and ended it all.
She remembered how when she finished her rant she was panting hard, trembling, and crying. She had been so afraid to look up at him, fearing he how he would react to her life story. When she finally pulled herself together enough to look up, she found that he wasnt reacting any of the way she though he would. When she looked up at him she saw that all he was doing was looking at her understandingly, whispering soothing words, with one hand placed on the glass seperating the two, the same way it was when they had first started to become friends. Were they just friends though? She wished for more with him, she trusted him and had a feeling deep down that he would never hurt her. He had promised he wouldnt ever do anything to hurt her after she had finished her story. But would he ever feel the same about her as she did him? It was still too early to tell. They had only really began to know eachother a few days ago. Was this all just some spontaneous reaction to his kindness towards her? Not many men had shown this type or amount of kindness to her, in this short of time of knowing her. Hell, she didnt think any man had shown this type or amount of kindness to her. With nothing else to do, she remembered she had just gave in, and placed her hand against the cold glass where his sat on the otherside, and forced herself to calm down. How long they had remained like that she couldnt remember. But from then on there had been a new sort of bond between them that she couldnt quite explain.
"I wonder what he sees in me..."
"Oh God, did I just say that out loud? At least he didnt hear--"
"Did you say something, Dana?" Royce said looking over at her from the top of his car.
"Oh, shit..."
Looking up at him from the floor of her cell, trying to keep the "doe caught in the headlights" look off her face, she shook her head slowly, trying hard to look calm.
"Oh...okay, nevermind," he said smiling sweetly.
If she was alive right then, she was sure her heart wouldve skipped a few beats, just from seeing his smile.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?!" she mentally screamed at herself, "This place must be getting to your head..or your heart...No! Shut up!"
As the Princess continued mentally arguing with herself, she didnt even notice that the Prince was watching her intently.
x------The Torn Prince-----x
"I hope Dana's okay" the Prince thought to himself listening to the music flowing up through his car.
She'll cut you down in a single thrust
She's taking over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
Cuz she belongs to heaven...
She's coming over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip AS BEFORE!!
Glancing back over at her, he noticed she seemed to be thinking about something really hard. Her knees were drawn to her chest, her arms were wrapped around her knees, and her beautiful face held a look of what almost seemed like frustration.
"I wonder what she's thinking about..."
"M DDDMM MMMMMM FFMMMMM MDDFFFF!!"
"What the hell..." Royce thought looking to see where the muffled voice came from. Looking back at Dana, he saw that she had been shaken from her thoughts too.
"Something wrong, Jimmy?" Jean asked the cellophane wrapped man.
"Oh, right....Jimmy..."
"M MMMM M DDDMM MMMMMM FFMMMMM MDDFFFF!!!" the Torso was always so hard to understand...
"I think Jimmy said that he thinks someones coming." Billy said matter-of-factly.
"Msh," Jimmy said sounding satisfied.
Then reality set it.
Everything fell silent and all the ghosts glanced around at eachother.
"Shut off the music Royce! I dont want him using that device on you again!" Jean said urgently.
Looking back at Dana, he could see her eyes were wide with...was that...fear? Fear of what? Fear of him getting hurt or fear of what might come if the device was used on her?
"That's not gonna happen.", Royce thought with conviction.
Crawling into the car, Royce quickly shut the music off and crawled back out.
And then they all waited.
Sure enough, no more than five minutes later, a twitchy guy wearing an orange jumpsuit walked around the corner.
"Hey that's the--!" Royce heard Susan begin.
"The psychic," Horace growled to finish her sentance.
They all knew the psychic. He helped the man capture all of them. Once again and needless to say, none of the ghosts liked him either.
"Let's play..." Billy said quietly, his face darkening.
The others all looked at the yound boy, there intentions showing in their eyes.
They obviously agreed.
Beating and pounding on the glass all the caged spirits did everything in their power to make sure the man knew they were there.
Writhing and crying out in pain the psychic grabbed his head and slumped against the glass door of Royce's cell.
Walking to the door of his glass cage Royce stared down at the pained man, bat in hand.
Slowly the psychic put the glasses allowing him to see the ghosts in the cells and finally the man turned around to see what was behind him.
Right as he did Royce swung his bat as hard as he could at the glass wall.
Home run.
The man cried out in terror and scrambled away from the captured spirit's cell.
Right to the front of another one of the captive phantom's cell, where, yet again he was frightened away.
This went on until he had been to almost every one of the ghost's cell, then finally the terrorized psychic scrambled back around the corner and back up the stairs.
Everything was silent for a few minutes.
Then almost everyone in the whole room burst out into hysterical laughter. The only one who wasnt laughing at least a little bit was Jean.
"D-did you see the look on his face?!" Susan yelled through fits of giggles.
"Yeah, perfect timing on that swing Royce! Nice one!" Horace yelled from across the room.
"Thanks man, not too bad yourself!" Royce replyed grinning wildly.
"BWHAHAHAHA!!!" Ryan was rolling around on the ground laughing more insanly then anyone else.
"That wasnt very nice, guys, he wasnt doing anything," Jean said in her motherly tone.
"Awh, cut us some slack, you know you wouldve done the same thing if you were scarier," Ryan yelled breaking to breathe from his maniacal laughter.
Jean just sighed and shook her.
No more than ten minutes later more footsteps were heard walking down the stairs.
"Ooh looks like he's coming back for more." Susan said with a menacing grin on her face.
Then the source of footsteps appeared from around the corner.
But it wasnt who they were expecting to see.
A man wearing an expensive looking suit appeared around the corner muttering something about power guys.
It wasnt the man in the suit who captured them but a new one, and truthfully he looked kinda like a lawyer.
Leaning against his car and bouncing his bat off his hand, Royce watched as the man walked by his cell.
Turning to Royce's cell, the man turned to him and said,"What are you looking at?" and then chuckling arrogently before continuing.
Next the man looked across the hall into Billy's cell.
Billy held up his tomahawk as the man did so.
"Hey, kiddo." the man said in the same arrogent manner as he did to Royce.
Billy looked slightly taken aback but continued holding his tomahawk high.
"He thinks I'm gonna duck...", the man said and continued on.
Looking over at Dana in her cell the man smirked.
"Heyyy...Nice tits"
Crying out in anger Dana stabbed at the wall.
Royce growled darkly, anger coursing through his veins where his blood shouldve been.
"Whoa! Geez, you..." the man gave a surprised yelp as Dana attacked the glass.
"What's the matter, Honey? Bad representation?" the man replyed smugly before walking away.
"What a fucking dick," Royce growled watching the man leave.
Looking back over at Dana, he noticed she too was watching the man leave, tears of anger and embarassment threatening to spill out of her black eyes, one fist clenched tightly around her knife, the other balled tightly at her side.
"Dana--" he began.
She cut him off.
"I'm fine, Royce. He'll get what he deserves.", she said barly above a whisper, anger dripping from her voice.
He was about to try to comfort her again when a seires of loud clicking noice started echoing from the corridor the man disapeared in.
Suddenly the glass door to the First Born Son's cell opened.
Everyone in the whole room went silent.
Slowly Billy took a tentative step out of his cell, fidgeting with his cowboy shirt.
After quickly looking around the boy bolted down the corridor.
"Billy!," Royce heard Jean call out but her voice was quickly drowned by the growing shouts of the other ghosts.
"What did that moron lawyer do..."
A few minutes later the Torso's cell opened.
Head in hand, Royce watched as Jimmy crawled his way out of the glass cell and down the corridor the opposite way Billy went.
The shouts grew louder.
A few minutes later a third cell opened.
The Bound Women.
Susan ran down the corridor stopping only for a few seconds at Dana's cell.
"See you later Scarface," Susan said before cackling and running off.
Dana gave another cry of anger and once again began stabbing at the glass.
A fourth cell opened.
The Withered Lover.
Jean looked back at the remaining caged spirits before saying,"I'm sorry, I have to find Billy"
And then she walked off dragging her IV behind her.
Royce knew who was next.
A fifth cell opened.
The Torn Prince.
Royce stood in his now open cell, staring out at the glass corridors.
He was about to take off running when something stopped him.
Looking over at the cell next to his he saw Dana was staring at him intently.
"Dont worry, your cell's next," Royce said giving her a small smile.
Nodding slowly Dana returned his small smile.
"Meet you out here, 'kay?" he said back to her smiling more confidently at her hoping to tell her everything was going to be okay.
Smiling at little bigger, she gave him another nod.
And then Royce ran.
Deeper and deeper into the glass labyrinth.
"Here we go..."
Hopfully that one was better than the first.
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Oh and I dont own the song Like Suicide-Seether
And yes I changed Royce's age and yes I changed the order of which ghost's got out of their cells first. Sorry but I think i just didnt like how far apart the ages of the Prince and the Princess are.
Hope you liked it!