WHITE'S POV
The voice of a lovely young nun travels through the cathedral as I step inside the empty corridors, marveling at the stunning craftsmanship of the interior. How lovely ... and how much more lovely it will be when it will soon be crawling with germ infested Forgotten in a few moments.
'I will be waiting here to collect the clocks you gather. Be warned. Any injuries they inflict on you will fester and turn fatal.' He writes, allowing me to read it. Oh how cute, he's worried for me?
"Well, that's why I have you here." I grin. He won't let me die so easily. He cares for Jackie and I know it. The mask cannot hide his eyes which show a caring gleam each time her name is mentioned. It's a shame, but he won't ever be able to touch her and he knows it. His eyes narrow within those eye holes of the mask before he hops off towards the side, melting into the shadows as he lies in wait. The sore pangs of my counterpart's injuries continue to skewer and stab into my muscles and sanity as I head towards the large closed doors, grabbing the handles and pulling them wide open. The nun's eyes grow wide as she stumbles back, a look of horror and defense on her face. Oh goodie she remembers my counterpart.
"Why hello there, lovely miss. I'm sorry I could not wait until your lovely congregation is over but I couldn't wait so long to see your face." I lovingly purr with a sickly sweet smile, walking up the isle and heading towards her.
"Don't come near me." She growls, trying to keep her dignity and refined appearance before the congregation despite the fear growing behind her eyes.
"Oh no, don't mind me. I am nothing like my counterpart, who was so awfully rude to you earlier." I say as I slowly make my way up the steps. She unwisely holds her ground, suspiciously eyeing me. Her fingers tremble against the holy bible which is on the podium and catch my eye. Heh ... this will be easier than I thought.
"Be gone with you. We were in the middle of-," she starts but stops short as I smoothly take her hand, bending over and gently kissing the back of it.
"My dear, I would not think to interrupt this congregation and take from them your beautiful voice but I have some urgent matters which require something that only you as a woman can give me." I smile, straightening out my stance as I step a little closer. Her cheeks touch with pink, clearly getting the wrong idea as she shakes her head.
"I am under oath, good sir, and shall not break it. N-Now if you will kindly take a seat, I will speak with you after this good Afternoon is done." She says, trying to retreat from me.
"Suppressing a young woman of such sinfully sweet deeds is a crime in itself, wouldn't you agree?" I purr, drawing nearer to gently hook an arm around her waist. She stiffens as her face darkens, trying to retreat some more but the podium stops her. The congregation starts to murmur, trying to figure out whether they help the nun or stay back due to my eyes. Yes, just sit there murmuring. You'll all be up and out of your seats soon enough.
"P-Please unhand me, sir-!" Her voice leaps as I grab her left buttock and push my hips against hers with a smile. Oh~ if only this was my wife, Jackie, then perhaps I could enjoy openly molesting her and her embarrassment but I suppose letting out some of my frustrations on this woman will have to do.
My eyes flash as I jump back, feeling a line of heat across my stomach. A grin flashes across my face as I slip out my whip, eagerly looking over the young woman.
"It seems the young lady has more than lace hidden under those undergarments of hers." I purr with a delighted smile. It pleases me to know she can actually fight. It's troublesome but does make this a little more exciting. The young lady expertly spins the chain, allowing it to snake around her arm before she snatched the end. Her eyes dangerously flash, glaring at me with hatred dripping from her pupils.
"Don't kid yourself, sinner." She bitingly growls. Cute~ it really makes me want to fight her when she's like this.
"How lovely ... a fight in the chapel? That's a sin in itself, methinks." My lips curve into a smile as I unravel my whip, watching her move. She's quite the fighter I see.
But nothing is going to keep me from my wife. I crack the whip forward by her feet, making her dance unless she wanted to taste the stinging bite of my whip.
"Your chest bounces beautifully when you dance." I tease with a smile. Hm~ I don't want to get rough with Jackie but seeing her dance would be nice.
"Quiet, sinner. A fight in the chapel is alright as long as I fight in the name of God," she dutifully says before taking in a deep breath, "in prayer, we fight!" She takes a step to the side, the chains unraveling from her arms as she sends a jab in the air. The chains shoot out, smacking against my whip with tremendous strength. I'm impressed with her skills, being a role holder that would hardly be in the position to see fights let along partake in them. I keep a tight grip as I hop back with a wide smile, shifting the whip into a pistol before taking aim at her.
"What a naughty little nun you are." I sweetly smile before firing off a few rounds at her. She flips back and dodges the incoming bullets, glaring at me with intense hatred. What a nice look for a nun. My lips pull into an excited grin as she stands up with a small cut perfecting her dainty face. How naughty of me, I've seem to have hit her. Her eyes narrow, reaching up to pull a black cloth from her neck up to her nose as some sort of mask.
I've wasted enough time with this. I sickly grin before removing my eye patch. My eye slides open, taking in my opponent with deadly accuracy. Let's see what you are most afraid of, nun. The nun steps back, her chain ready to shoot out and hit me.
"I would have thought the leader of such a grand Territory would be more ... well, just simply more really." I cheerfully smile and shrug, feigning disappointment in her. Where is it ... where do you hold your fears, little nun? In life itself or with other people? My Warden's eye strains, searching for the things she holds most dear. "Interesting ... so you love the Dollmaker, do you?" I sweetly lie, watching for her reaction.
"No I do not! My...my love does not rest within him," she drops the chain, probably feeling a false sense of security as she glares at me, "my love rests within Lord Raven!"
"Are you sure about that, love?" I smile, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I divulge deeper into her love. Oh I see ... yes, yes this will do just fine for now as I search deeper into her fears.
"Enough!" With a quick wave of her arm knives shoot out of her sleeve. The woman lunges towards me with a flurry of sharp blades heading straight for me. My Warden's eye flashes, settling onto a deeper and more meaningful love which she holds near her clock.
"Oh I see now~!" I delightfully shout as I dodge with ease, the blades missing by mere inches, "it is that Raven you hold so dearly, hm? But I wonder ... does he hold anything for you at all?" I purr with a smile as I deflect a well placed blades, one hitting the bible and pinning the book shut.
"Enough out of you!" She cries. I divulge more deeply into her mind, listening to her innermost clock's thoughts. Of course Raven doesn't look at me with interest. It's either The Painter or bossing around The Mad Scientist. Never me. Unless he is getting something out of me. A surge of anger and hurt snaps me back to reality she slips a knife into her slender fingers, making a blind yet expert charge forward.
"A tool with a temper? How ... useless." I observe as I dip out of the blade's way, catching her arm before slamming her shoulders against the podium. She angrily glares over her shoulder, jolting as my hand gently rubs her stomach. "How badly do you want his child? I would say you would very much so love it. But," I continue, leaning down close to her face so both my eyes stare into hers, "how can you bear children when the touch of a man you've never had?"
"Let go of me! Let go!" She cries, kicking at me as my hand slides over her thigh. My head whips to the side as the stained glass windows burst into shards of glass, raining over the completely still congregation. Ah~ and now for the part of the dear Raven. The dark figure soars into the room with a fast and sharp pace, his onyx colored wings flapping hard as he harshly lands right beside us. My eyes widen as I spy his intentions just before his heavy fist sprawls me across the ground.
"R-Raven!" Archangel blushes, staring at his tall form. My eyes flash as Raven sighs, clenching his fist before turning to the nun.
"Are you alright ... Archangel?" He softly asks with a gentle gleam in his eye. I struggle to hold back a smirk.
"Y-Yes, I am alright." She says, quickly righting her dress as the congregation stares in a dulled silence.
"Well I must admit I did not take you into account, Raven." I smile, playing the role perfectly while standing to my feet. "But, now that you are here, I can take that writing pen of yours to my lovely wife."
"Unfortunately you won't get your hands on it, Joker. I do not plan on handing it over without a fight," Raven sighs, rather in dull annoyance before glaring at me. How lovely ... those eyes filled with hatred with a touch of soft love. I've outdone myself this time.
"Well then that is quite a shame considering I need it." I smile before shifting the pistol into a whip and snapping it towards Raven. He easily dodges, his wings unfurling sharply as it sends razor sharp feathers my direction. My eyes flash excitedly as I dodge the few coming my way.
"Cut to bits ... ," Raven trails off as I evade all but one. I let out a sharp gasp as the dagger like feather sinks into my thigh. I need to make this look real. My arm lashes out with the whip, wrapping around the base of a wing.
"A grounded bird is rather easy to break, wouldn't you say?" I smoothly purr before yanking forward, pulling the wing out of its socket and rendering it crippled. Raven's eyes angrily narrow as his freed wing flaps hard against the air and sends a flurry of sharp feathers towards the whip. The whip stands no chance as the blades slice through the whip like hot knives through butter. Archangel's eyes widen as she watches her beloved get hurt. She reaches into a hidden slit in her dress and pulls out a dagger before making a lunge at me with angry eyes.
"Hold up, b****." A deep voice chuckles behind her as Black whips forward, locking his arms under hers. He yanks her right off her feet and holds her still, tightening his grip to strain her arms back. She sharply sucks in a gasp, spying the grinning Warden as I charge forward towards Raven. Raven's eyes narrowed with a sneer as he blocks using his good wing, smacking me clear across the front and slamming into the wall. Ah~ my hold on her is getting weaker. Black ... Black is dying. My warden's eye aches and strains, struggling to keep the charade up.
"Entering and breaking, running around my world as though you own it, why... I will not hold back," Raven smirks before sending yet another flurry of wings, this time at a speed considered dangerous.
"YOU! How are you still alive?!" She angrily demands towards Black, struggling in his grip but couldn't overpower him. No, don't look at him so closely. You might just see through it. I taste real blood in my mouth from the strain of the charade. This needs to end and fast. I let out a sharp breath as the sharpened edges slide through my clothes, leaving gashes over my torso. My arm escapes the feathery blades but my shoulder stains with a deep shade of red.
"Die." Raven lowly growls, his wing heavily swaying in my direction, blood flying in the air.
"Geh-!" Black hacks as I tumble over the ground with a few feathers sticking out of my gut. This play can't end yet. not yet. I shakily wobble to my knees, breathing hard as blood pours out of my mouth.
"I suppose this isn't enough to teach you manners. What else can I do, hm?" Raven asks before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a feather pen, turning it into a gun. My eyes flash as I slips out a knife, barely blocking a few of the bullets as I stumble back.
"It would be easier to give up," Raven taunts before plucking a feather from his good wing. He gently tosses it into the air and lets it zip through the air right into Black's shoulder. His expression remains neutral for a moment before blood starts to pool from my warden's eye, forcing his expression to crumble before staggering back. Black angrily grits his teeth before he whips out a gun, aiming for Archangel while the blood falls like tears over my single cheek. A little further, just a little further. Archangel's eyes flash at the opportunity to prove herself, whipping around to kick the gun from his hand. Her foot soars through the air as she spins around, confusion in her eyes before Black drops to the ground and clutch his wrist. D*** it, d*** it I'm losing control-!
"Archangel, come here. Do not waste time." Raven sweetly calls, distracting her from the slip up.
"Uh, yes!" She obeys. Her features soften as she stations herself by his side, looking happy as can be. My eyes flash towards the very edges of the charade, watching the edges darken. I'm losing it. I can't hold onto this play much longer.
"Are you alright?" He asks and she nods, seeing a rare smile curl his lips up, "that's good. I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you." Her eyes slightly widen at the surprising compliment before her ears touch with red. Blood seeps from the corner of my eye as I force my eye deeper into her clock, searching for the most hurtful sort of torture I can inflict on her.
"Y-You need not worry for me, Raven." She sheepishly says, glancing off to the side in embarrassment. Such sweet words he sings ...
"But I must, I favor you most, Archangel. I adore you." He softly says as he steps a little closer, completely capturing her attention from the slowly disintegrating world I've created. She remains speechless, shocked at his honesty. He ... he does? For me? He reaches out, lifting her head up by her chin.
"I love you." He says, capturing her eyes completely. A blush spreads across her face. Those words! Those words I've always wanted to hear...
"R-Raven ... ," she trails off, her clock aching as the silent congregation goes ignored. But ... t-that sounds nothing like Raven. D*** it, she's figuring it out. My eyes flash as Raven softly smiles and takes another step closer, gently kissing her on the lips.
This is a lie. D*** it she's figured it out-! Archangel's eyes widen, her clock stuttering as it ticked. He'd never do this. Never.
"Don't touch me-!" She demands, falling back against a hard surface. That's it. There it is, her fear I've been searching for. She gasps, opening her eyes to see herself pinned to a hard metal table. Fear and confusion riddle her mind as a stream of blood pours from my eye. I sever the connection to her mind, having all that I need to completely torture her. It did ... come with a hefty price, but this will heal in Wonderland.
"Oh dear, it seems you've fallen into dear Sakubo's hands." I smoothly purr as Sakubo pops up from the side with a wide grin and scalpel in hand. Archangel's eyes widen, deeply embedded with fear as she spies Sakubo's bloodied white doctor's coat.
"You're the assistant, Doctah White!" Sakubo cheers as she flips the scalpel in her hand.
"N-no...!" Archangel cries, nearing screams as she struggles against the chained restraints on her wrists and ankles. Yes ... drown in your fears and lose your mind to me. And then, while you are on the brink of insanity, play that song to change everyone here into Forgotten.
"It would be my sincere honor." I cheerfully smile. "What would you say is first, love?" He smoothly asks.
"I always wanted to poke through her intestines again. Skip the anesthesia. Cut~ cut~ cut~ snip~ snip~ snip~!" The scalpel presses against Archangel's stomach, the nun already screaming with horror.
"STOP STOP STOP-! THIS ISN'T REAL-!" She screams at the top of her lungs, shattering my control. I grit my teeth and whip a hand over my bloody eye, shutting it in an attempt to hold back the pain. Too much ... she's figured it out and, though her willpower is average, was able to break through my sigh.
But I already have what I need.
"How naughty ... You broke through my spell." I chuckle, staring at her bloodied body. While under the control of my spell I was able to cut her up and pin her to the wall. I've ... succeeded. I knew the warden's would be weaker without Blacks help but I have her where I need her to be. Her head drops down, spying her clothes shredded and cuts, deep and shallow all over her skin.
"A...ah...! Yo-uou...!" She rasps, trying to pry herself from the wall.
"Ah ah ah ... You stopped my fun early, dear." I smile, pressing a sharp blade against her neck. Now to just add the finishing touches.
"Stop... What do you want?" She softly trills, looking at him with broken eyes, "my rosary? You already took it! What more could you take from me? My clock?!"
"Hm~ I suppose your clock would be nice, or perhaps ... Your body?" I playfully smile, carving her body up a little bit as I trace the outlines to her collarbone.
"I'd rather die," she hatefully spits.
"Excellent choice." I smile before running the dagger through her stomach. She silently opens her mouth to scream as I lean down and softly press my lips against hers. Her lips tremble as I playfully lick her upper lip before pulling back with a smile. Hn ... boo, nothing. Totally flat.
"Now if you'll excuse me there is other business I must attend to." I smile as I pull away, slipping the blade out of her stomach and let her slump to the ground. I walk around her and down the few steps to the wide isle, headed straight for the doors as I hear her clambering around on the ground. Good ... now play that organ, woman and try to kill me. If this be the price for my wife then I will gladly take it. I slip the eye patch over my eye, covering up the injury despite the blood seeping out beneath the eye patch and lightly pooling up against my lower eye lid. Such glorious pain ... but, I do admit it is rather unpleasant if it is not Jackie delivering unto me such pain.
My feet pick up pace as the thunderous organ sloppily begins before she expertly takes up the keys, playing a deeply ominous and thrilling song. Ooh~ how very wonderful. Grunts and groans start to make the congregation noisy as I leap out between the large doors, spinning around and breaking a charging Forgotten's neck. And he is only the first of many. I start running as a few faster Forgotten get ahead of the large surge pouring through the doors.
"You'll have to be faster to kill a man like me!" I happily shout, shifting the whip into a gun before shooting a few dead center in the head. I make a sharp turn in the Cathedral and head for the large doors, narrowing my eyes as the doors shut. Oh dear~ it seems there were some faceless in the halls I missed. My mistake. I snap around and whip a Forgotten across the head with the butt end of my gun, shifting it into a dagger before burying it into his head. Now let's see that just about makes seven. All I need to do now is entertain this lively crowd long enough for Mock Turtle to gather up the broken clocks unseen. I leap to the side as a Forgotten makes a swipe, narrowly missing my head.
"Missed me~ missed me~ now you have to kiss me~," I cheerfully taunt. But, for her, I prefer the end of a whip to his face than my lips. I make a quick tight spin and slash her across the throat along with skimming two others on the chest as I leap back, trying to avoid the clutches of the main horde. Well now if I get caught in that I doubt I will get out of this alive. My eyes flash as a spritely young woman dashes from the crowd, blood streaming down her cheeks like tears as she makes a mad snarling charge at me and ahead of the rest.
"Flowers for the young miss?" I happily smile, snapping my fingers. The flowers morph into doves and fly into the crowd. The horde snarls and continues on, completely unfazed by the distraction. Doesn't look like simple tricks will phase these Forgotten. Then perhaps a more hopping mad trick? I grin as a Forgotten makes a lunge at me, arms wide to yank me into a bear hug.
"Whoopsie~!" I cry with delight as I snap my fingers, engulfing myself in a puff of smoke. Their snarls and cries grow piercingly loud as I dash around their legs, casting a glance back to see the main horde piling onto the large puff of smoke. Ah~ Forgotten are faceless still and nonetheless stupider. My little paws skitter against the tile ground as I hop towards the back of the main group, sliding to a stop and looking back to them. My tail wriggles, excited to be chased but they continue to surge towards the end, ramming into the door while still piling on where I once was.
... I didn't realize it's so hard for them to see a rabbit running among their feet. I thought one or two would notice me but no one has. I listen to the dying screams of those being crushed beneath the massive pile of flesh, sitting back as my back foot reaches up to scratch my jaw. I wonder if Mock Turtle has collected the clocks yet?
I look around the room and back to a few clocks, seeing him hold up four cracked ones and place them in the back. He then holds up a completely crushed clock and shakes his head. How tedious ... the clocks must only have a scratch or so on them and can't be completely crushed. Well, I'm sure he'll find some under that dog pile there. I shake myself out before reverting back to my Jester body within the plume of white smoke.
"Oh dear~ it seems I've fooled you all!" I loudly laugh, waiting for them to turn and charge at me at any moment. My laughter trails off as I continue waiting ... and waiting ...
... it amazes and horrifies me how horribly stupid they all are. I run a hand through my hair before coming up to one of the stragglers, stabbing him in the side of the neck and let go of him. He drops to the ground, gurgling and struggling to breathe as the Forgotten continue to tear at each other. I blink, spying a few even bite each other and mistaken a fellow Forgotten as myself.
"Excuse me." I say with a smile, shooting a few in the head and watch them drop to the ground, shifting into clocks with hardly a scratch on them. Oh perfect! I dip down and pick it up with a small humming tune, pausing as I hear everything fall dead silent. My head pops up, spying every Forgotten staring in my direction. Oh so they notice when I take a clock but not when I kill Forgotten right next to them? How ... oh this is just getting silly.
"Well it's about time I got your attention." I laugh, snatching up another two before dashing to the other side of the Cathedral. With a wild, groaning shout one starts off the charge as he alone lunges for me, followed by the pack moments later. I grin and clap my hands, unleashing a large explosion of colorful streamers all over the crowd which takes little to no notice of the fun. Tough crowd~ tough crowd~ I grin and leap back, flipping through the air before landing on my feet and take a grateful bow.
"And what a lively audience we have here tonight!" I shout in a loud voice, jumping back as one tries to smash my head in with a heavy fist. My hands push off the ground as I flip back against a pillar, snapping the whip up and grabbing hold of a low hanging thick chain. I quickly pull myself up and leap onto the chain, watching the congregation of Forgotten smash against the pillar and crush each other in the process once again. Well, at least clocks will be plentiful. I reach up and start climbing up the chain towards the top of the Cathedral, glancing over at some of the Forgotten as they too start to climb up the chain. Oh dear, well this should be fun.
I swing up to the top of the large chandelier which is easily twelve times my size and hanging up with a single thick chain around the center. Well that doesn't seem very safe. A fun idea creeps into the back of my mind as I spy a rather weak looking latch attaching the chandelier to the chain. A simple flick of the whip will create some mighty good fun here. My eyes glide over to the side, spying Mock Turtle creeping up along the wall with a burlap sack dripping with blood. Perfect.
I make a tight spin and kick a Forgotten right over the ledge of the chandelier before cracking my whip at the weak latch. A grin spreads across my face as it snaps and a tight cord simultaneously shooting through the air and digging into the opposite side of the Cathedral, offering a lovely tightrope for me to use. Why thank you, Mock Turtle don't mind if I do. I leap up and reach for the cord as a pair of revolting yellowed teeth digs into my forearm. Wind shoots up past us as the cord grows further away, my feet being lifted off the Chandelier as gravity pulls us down.
Ah~ this is going to hurt.
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Awe poor White, that is really going to hurt! Can anyone guess what is going to happen next? 10 REVIEWS to find out~