Jack shook his head, "I don't hide. Much to proud to do such things." he thought about something else then said, "So what is your gift. I've seen enough to know that everyone here has a gift. So what is your gift?"
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Danny doesn't respond as his skin suddenly dissapears and is found to be the exact clone of Jack with identical clothes included. "Shapeshifter," Danny says with Jacks voice before appearing as Danny again. "And yes, this it my actual appearence. So what can you do?" Danny asks with slight interest.
'Ready?' Kylie asked Ethan. 'Yup,' the boy replied nervously, clutching onto the box of chocolates he carried. 'Alright, go,' she whispered. The two were crouched behind a bush, nearby a small residential house. A house was quite expensive around Brinkhaven as there was limited space, so Kylie was pretty sure that the owner of the place was reasonably wealthy. Ethan made his way up to the door and knocked a coupel times on the thick, painted wood and waited about ten seconds before an irritable twenty-something man ripped the door off of its hinges. Literally.
'Oops,' the man said, uncaring. 'Anyways, why are you here?' he asked, glaring at Ethan. The boy jiggled the chocolates and looked at the man hopefully. 'Well, I'm collecting money for the Refugees From the ETG fund. I've got these chocolates to sell,' Ethan lied to the man. He was already quite convincing, and the thief helped his natural lying skill along with a little bit of subtle mind control. He broadcasted a couple thoughts at the man now.
Yes, you want to buy some. You really love this cause and are happy to donate. Also, you like chocolate alot.
The man's expression changed as the mind control took hold, and he smiled at Ethan. 'Of course, young man, and if I could, I'd like to congratulate you for doing your part to help those desperate souls who've been recently in the hands of the ETG.' He began to fumble in his pockets for a wallet, then Ethan threw another thought out.
You have no money on you. You left your wallet upstairs.
'Ah, yes. If you could just give me a second, I have to fetch my money,' the man said, before turning away from the door and heading up a set of nearby stairs. Ethan beamed a message of 'He's upstairs,' to Kylie, who was still crouched behind the bush, and she nodded, even though he didn't turn to see her. She sank into the ground, the earth filling in the hole she left behind ehr and leaving no traces of her passing. Ethan stayed at the doorstep, smiling and juggling the chocolates from hand to hand in case the man returned early.
After a few minutes of nothing but earth, Kylie emerged through a wall and into a small, unlit basement. She flicked on a tiny flashlight, the beam from it barely enough to luminate more than a metre in front of her. She flashed it around carefully, finally locating a large, bumpy sack that seemed to eminate the aura of money. She crept towards it carefully, checking the ground in front of her before she stepped. She reached it after a couple steps and hops, then she untied the small length of rope binding the hole in the top together. Her eyes widened. The sack was half full of large, shining diamonds, virtually untraceable and worth at least half a million pounds. Obviously someone was a crystal manipulator. She had a contact within a jewellers that she could pawn these off to, and he paid fair as well. A thought-message came in from Ethan.
Guys come back. I'll try to delay him, but you only have a minute or two. Get out of there.
She picked up the sack. She didn't really care where she stepped now. She had to get out of there, and fast. She surfaced behind the bush just in time to see Ethan selling three bars of chocolate to the man. He smiled at Ethan, then closed the door on the boy. Once he was sure the man had gone, Ethan sprinted down to the bush, giggling slightly. 'We nicked his cash and still got four bucks for the chocolates!' he crowed, pocketing the money. 'Not just cash,' Kylie grinned, opening up the sack to show Ethan. Ethan's smile almost split his face in two. 'Holy cr@p,' he breathed. 'Is this for real?' Kylie smiled back. 'Yup, at least half a million. Small, untraceable, and we can sell em all to Phil.'
'Right, lets get out of here before he realises he's been robbed,' Ethan said, and took hold of her shoulder. Her gift needed contact to work for other people, and now they sank into the ground together. By the time the man realised he'd been robbed and called the police, the two teenagers were long gone.
Issac's sneak attack caught me completely off-guard. When he hit me, we tumbled for several yards, breaking several of my ribs, my left knee and my right shoulder. I looked up at Issac, but I felt seriously weak. I attempted to use my powers to push him off, but my power wasn't working. As he brought his hand down on my head, I felt everything go completely black. I was out cold.
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As I was walking towards the edge of town, I met a hobo by the name of Hobo Joe, as I have been told by Guygombaa. I gave him some cash and kept moving, the smell of alcohol still strong on my breath.
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With a satasfied grin I push myself off the man I'd just bludgeoned with my fist, the skin having broken underneath his white hair which was slowly being stained red. Best case scenerio for him, he'd have a concussion. "I really don't understand what goes through their heads when people think about chasing me like this," I muttered, looking down at my brass knuckle and standing up straight. "Can we go now or are their more would be heroes?" I asked the girl, a little bored. That Liam guy had put up a better fight then ether of them.
Jack's skull cocked to the side and in a way he grinned, "Oh you mean besides being a skeleton?" He laughed out and held out his hand. The white finger was held close to Danny's face as it burst into fire. The flame almost seemed as if it was alive crawling across his finger before finally resting ontop the point. It flickered back and forth as the breeze caught it though never died out. Small cracks could be heard as if the fire was actually burning something. "My power is fire. But its not just as simple as that, i can't just make fire. At least not without effort. I actually steal fire from places using it to my own use." Jack nodded his head in the direction of the flame on his finger. "This little flame, it probably was from a fireplace or maybe part of a forest fire. I don't know but that is my power." The flame flickered colors before running its way down his arm and dissapearing beneath his coat.
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Danny watches with interest before nodding. "Makes sense, and that is very interesting. So, if you don't mind my asking, how did you become a skeleton?" Danny asks curious and slightly nonbelieving. His slight drunkenness was gone again and he figured this guy may be drunk too if this wasn't really how he looked. It didn't feel like a costume when Danny changed, but you never know when changing into a skeleton.
Jack's eye would have harden if he had eyes. He stared coldly at the man his attitude now dry, "I do mind you asking." He kept it short and simple now slightly annoyed at the drunk man.
"Yeah, I've got a place." Heric replied. "Not sure I could exactly describe where it is, though. Perhaps I can show you...after the coffee, of course." He took a sip of his coffee, once again. "So, what kind of music do you like to listen to?"
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"Hey, Barkeep!" He called out, though he did seem to be drunk by this point. "It's been five minutes!" He put his helmet back on.
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Jack's eye would have harden if he had eyes. He stared coldly at the man his attitude now dry, "I do mind you asking." He kept it short and simple now slightly annoyed at the drunk man.
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Danny smiles faintly. "Sore spot, don't worry, got more of them than most people," Danny says shaking his head slightly before running a hand through his already messy hair. Images rush through his head of all the people he tortured and made broken from his abilities and shivers. "But I can't avoid them," Danny whispers looking down as he fully sobers up again.
"Yeah, I've got a place." Heric replied. "Not sure I could exactly describe where it is, though. Perhaps I can show you...after the coffee, of course." He took a sip of his coffee, once again. "So, what kind of music do you like to listen to?"
[Panserg]
"Hey, Barkeep!" He called out, though he did seem to be drunk by this point. "It's been five minutes!" He put his helmet back on.
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Zoey smiles and shrugs. "I usually don't listen to a lot of music, but I'm big into anything except rap I guess," zoey says before frowning slightly as she feels slightly sick to her stomach all of a sudden. "Hey, Heric, I just got a bad feeling... I think we should go look for that problem Deemas went to go help out with," Zoey says standing.
Heric stopped sipping his coffee as Zoey spoke. Something about what she said and the way she said it, it seemed like Deemas may have been more than a friend...an unthinkable thought. He tried to dismiss this thought, trying his best to believe she was simply worried about a friend in danger. "Alright. Do you know where he went?"
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"No, but I know how we can find out," zoey says taking out her phone to flip it open. "If I have a number, I can track a phone," zoey says as she finds Deemas's number and clicks a few buttons to nod with a grim smile. "Come on heric, lets go see what's up, he's just standing in one place, probably talking with someone," she says not worried as she starts to jog out and towards the dot.
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((I'm SOOO sorry if this turn's out puny. I meant to do a big post... but I ran out of time and had to go eat. If you don't see this, then no apologies, and I actually finished it :D, and I'm talking to myself. YAY!))
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[Bironica]
"Pops, when can we go out to the ocean again?" I asked as I walked into the small kitchen. "Out, out! Go wait by the table. We don't need this area to be crowded." my mother said to me, stepping closer and shoeing my back. I sighed and turned around. I walked around the column and stood by the table. "When we finish eating honey." he finally responded. I rolled my eyes and looked at the table. "And when is that?" I asked with a slight smile. "Don't talk back to your pop's Bironica." mother said to me as she turned the stove off and moved the eggs off of the skillet and onto a big plate. "Come help your father set up the table." she then said as she turned over to the toaster and pulled out the toast. I sighed, and walked over. I saw my father finishing up his 'chore', and started pulling out plates and cups from the cabinets. He pulled out three sets... there is a total of six, for guests mostly. I walked over closer and picked up a the stack of plates, then opened up a draw and levitated utensils out. "What did I tell you about doing that in the kitchen?" she said to me. What did you tell me about coming into the kitchen?
I finished setting up the table, and pops set down the last glass in slow motion. "What are you doing?" I laughed at him as he finally set down the plate with a smile. "That's the hook coming down from space to hit the water." he laughed. "We're going fishing after this?" I asked him, "Sure! You know I'd take my son to go fishing if I had one..." he started saying. "Pops!" I yelled back at him, "probably would know how to set the hook right too." he then snickered. "Okay, enough fooling around. I'm coming over with hot food." I heard mother say, walking over with a balance of large plates filled with food. "Back up." she said,walking closer and setting the plates down in the middle of the table. I sat down in my usual chair, next to pops. Mother sat across from him. They both sat down and started loading up their plates with food... as did I, the usual way. "Bironica? What if you drop it? Then this food will go to waste!" mother said to me angrily. "Why do we even cook so much food in the first place?" I asked. "You know we save most of it in the fridge. And we only have time to do this once a week." she responded with a slight sigh, face filled with newly forked food.
"Pops, do you have any specific plans for when we go fishing?" I asked, turning to face him and ate newly cut food. "Well, we're going to catch some bass... then we're going to figure out if we can steal a boat...." he started to respond as he quickly shoved food into his mouth before I could respond. "I mean before we set the bait." I asked, after I swallowed. He tugged at his shirt and sighed after finishing his food.... "The usual bit...." he said with a short sigh... I sigh also. "Please, can't we just enjoy the meal? Please?" my mother said, taking a few more bites. "Okay...." I sighed, starting to push my food around my plate. Mother had stood up and gone to pour herself another glass of orange juice. Pops leaned closer towards me after he saw her disappear and start to open the fridge. "So, any specific ideas on that boat? I came up with a few... they all ended badly with the geese police." he snickered. I didn't notice, but mother was actually smiling as she poured herself her glass.
"Go grab the gear and I'll be right with you dear." Pops said as he was washing up some of the dishes with mother. I nodded, and started making my way towards his room... "What is it you do whenever you two go out?" I heard mother in the background. "You know I can't tell you. It's dangerous work, and saying anything will hurt you. The only thing I can do is to not say what it is." Pops said. I could hear mother sigh, and started towards me. I jumped into the room and dove into the closet and started pulling the rods and tackle box out as fast as I could. Mother walked in and pulled out her business suit from her closet and pulled out her shoes from under the bed. "I hope you two will have fun." she said as I smiled and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind me. I saw Pops standing there, having already finished the dishes somehow. "I think something's missing." he said, pointing for me to set the tackle box on the ground. He opened it and put his hands on his hips, "What did I tell you about checking the box before we go?" he asked me with a knowing stare. He then smiled and pulled something out from behind me ear... his favorite bait piece, a wiggly worm that for some reason attracted fish better than a real worm. I rolled my eyes lightly as he put it in and started to open the door for us to leave.
As we walked out of the apartment room, we walked to the elevator and took it down. It went quiet a bit faster than normal.... "Look's like Jens has been having a little fun with his powers, wouldn't you say?" Pops laughed as it almost jerked to a stop at the bottom. The doors opened and we walked out. The elevator behind us shot up before the doors could close all the way. "What surprises me is how there is no lock on that door. This wouldn't happen so often if they locked the kid out." he smiled more. "Not that he's much of a kid being nineteen." he said, starting to hint again.... "You know he's too old. Now stop it." I said to him as he burst out into laughter. We walked out into the street and saw there was a little bit of a rush. "Stay close. I don't want you getting pulled off into the crowd." he said to me as he grabbed my open hand and pulled me along. I couldn't but help notice him paying a particular notice in a man standing under a tree, looking over at us....
"You'd-" I said, taking a good hit in the shoulder from a passerby, "think people wouldn't be in this much of a hurry." I finished at the same time as being hit again. "You know the groups. Once the bell rings for them to get to work, they scramble." he said, barely being touched by anyone. Another man brushed past me, but I knew... I spun and hit him in the back with the tackle box and took the wallet out of his hands. I handed it back to my father. He had done it before...."He's getting lazy." I whispered to pops as we walked off. He had done this before. He would walk by you and barely touch you, then you would reach into the person you were walking with and hand off their wallet to him... of course, I recognized his face, and had caught him again. "Yeah, the first few times he actually got away with it." pops said with a smile. "Wait, but I thought you didn't lose your wallet?" I asked him, and he stopped. "He stole something else." pops said, rather seriously. "Let's just get out of the streets and find our fishing spot." he said to me as he pulled me along too the gates.
As we made our way onto the beach, I sat down under the tree and levitated the box and rods into the air around me. I set the box down beside me, and the rods up against the tree. "I'll be back in about an hour. Make sure you get those done before I get back, ya hear?" pops said to me as he waved. "Sure thing." I rolled my eyes as I opened the box. "So... pops, mind if I ask you something?" I asked before he left. "Sure." he said with a happy smile, folding his arms and waiting for the coming bomb. "What's so dangerous about your job, that you can't tell mom about it?" I asked, and he sighed. "You know I can't tell you that. It's the same reason I can't tell your mom." he said, turning to leave. I eyed him as he walked off back towards the city... but slightly off from the direction of the gate. He didn't disappear back into the city, no, he was going elsewhere.
"Bironica!" I heard yelling, "Bironica! Wake up! I'm here!" I heard more over my head. It sounded like Brice. I opened my eyes and saw it was him, standing over me. He looked a lot like me. "What happened to staying awake?" he laughed as he looked at my sloppy job of baiting the rods. "You know it's no good this late." he said, pointing off towards the setting sun. I was confused.... "Why... how... how are you here?" I asked him, rubbing my head. Everything was blurry, and my legs felt funny, like they weren't mine. "Silly, I've been here the whole time." he said. I blinked my eyes and stood up to face him. "Where's Pop? Why hasn't he come back?" I then asked him. Brice seemed to know something, but wouldn't tell me what it was. "Just 'tell' me." I said to him... but he shook his head. "You know his work is dangerous, and we shouldn't get involved in it." he then said, sounding completely different. "What?" I asked him, "Yes, I know that... but where is he?" I asked. "I can't tell you. It would put you in danger." he replied.
"Help! Let me go! What are you doing to me!?" Brice suddenly screamed. I blinked my eyes and saw his figure being pulled away by an adult. I jolted up and tried to levitate the box up with my powers to throw it at the attacking figure... "Help! Where are you taking me!?" he yelled more. I tried harder, but it didn't work. I knelt over and tried pulling with my hands, but it was stuck fast. I couldn't pick it up! "Look out!" I heard Brice yell from directly behind me. I spun around with a duck and watched as a sword wailed over my head. "What!?" I screamed, stumbling and tripping backwards over the box. The sword came at me again, but I reached and blocked with a rob just in time... I rolled just before it cracked from the blow. I stood up and tried bringing my foot down on the back of the attacker, but he disappeared and reappeared behind me instantly. He kicked me into the tree, my face smacking into it. I fell to the ground, and looked up at his featureless face as he hit me a final time....
I woke up, tied and bound to a chair. I couldn't see anything... but I could. I knew I was bound, and there was something blocking my view, but somehow I knew what was going on around me. I could hear my brother moving around in another chair, also bound and tied. I heard voices around us.... I saw a figure step out of the shadows with another man... looking at me. "You knew it was dangerous." pops said sadly to me. I recognized the figure he was with as the man who always steals from us on the street. Another figure, he was the man I saw by the tree this morning.... I tried to call out, but nothing happened. I turned to Brice, willing him to say something to me, give me advice, but he was silent. "Now you can't live anymore. You've seen to much, and I have to let you go." pops then said to me, raising his knife into the air and revealing a hidden blade. His eyes glowed red, brighter and brighter, until the blade stopped in front of my neck.... The vision disappeared.
"Honey? Honey?" I heard pops saying from above me, looking down at me. "Is everything okay?" he said. I was back under the tree, looking out at the sun. It hadn't risen very high... probably a little more than two hours. "A nightmare?" he asked, but I turned away. "What happened?" he asked, leaning in closer. "You were there. Someone attacked me and took me away. You said I knew too much... and had a knife...." I said, trying not to burst out. "The kid was there... and... another man I saw by the apartments...." I said, fighting back tears. I could hear my father stiffen up, as if he knew exactly who I was talking about. "Honey, honey... it's okay." he said, leaning in to hug me and kiss me on the cheeks. "You know I would never have hurt you." he said as he stroked my hair. I turned to face him with a sigh, "I... know that." I whispered, but he didn't sound convinced....
((Quite a bit shorter than I originally planned... I'll have a lot more for later.))
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I turned my head, to see my sister tied up... there's a figure standing over her, with a red look in his eyes. An evil look, a look of hatred. Like he had been cursed by something horrible. He stuck his blade into her throat and killed her, I couldn't help but jump around in my chair. Bironica! I yelled inside my head. I knew it was her. I knew it. There was no doubt that's who she was.... I had no idea how I got here, but out first time meeting led to her death.... The man wiped off his blade and smiled. "You know, I was her father. Well, more 'adopted'." he said too me. "Sadly, I wont give you the same fate." he said as he turned away. Another man stood out of the shadows, changing forms constantly.... He touched Bironica's shoulders for a second, then turned into her! 'She' smiled evily as 'she' walked up to me. She touched my leg, and I felt myself draining.... I felt the room shaking, the chair I was in as rumbling... the world was falling apart, and I knew I was dying.
I opened my eyes slowly, realising it was just a nightmare. Nonetheless I felt sick... really sick. I stood up quickly, and almost fell over. I held my mouth and ran towards the nearest bathroom, opening it and letting myself remove it's dinner into the toilet. I wiped my mouth and attempted to flush... but it was clogged, and nothing happened. It only made a gurgling sound. "Sorry 'bout that! The plumbings out, won't be back for another few days!" I heard a voice from behind the wall somewhere. "Would ave warned ya first if you hadn't used it so quickly!" the voice continued. "Uh... no... problem?" I called out to him. Why is there a voice inside the walls? Maybe I should have just flown in a couple of years instead.... I thought to myself.
I sighed as I left the bathroom and looked around the room I had. The bed was a single mattress, with a few unnamed stains on it. There were a bunch of boxes in the corner that I was told not to touch. Beside the bed laid my items. I was even provided an alarm clock, but it apparently hadn't gone off.... It looks like it says it's two in the afternoon. "Shoot, I missed breakfast! Then.. what did I just lose?" I asked myself, looking back at the bathroom. I felt my stomach turn, and it growled. I looked at the clock again. "And it looks like I might miss lunch too. Breakfast ends at three." I said to myself. I hurried over to my suitcase and opened it up. I pulled out my clothing, undressed, then redressed myself. I put the clothing I had been wearing in a separate compartment of the suitcase.
I exited my room, remembering to close the door and locking it. For some reason I feel it wont stay locked. I sighed as I looked at the damaged door.
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Kira watches as Silvira starts to tear into Slade. She runs over and drags Silvira off of him yelling about how this isn’t the way to spend he second chance.
Quite possibly the most complex rope trap ever made is splayed out before you, connecting in the trees all the way to the ground as if a layered web. Despite its obstacle course like looks, it is physically impossible for a golden pig to fly through this, even at the speed of sound. It immobilizes them with far too many ropes for them to fly away with even if they could lift an elephant with their wings. Gifted hardware stores sell some pretty high-quality stuff.
You continue setting up these quite frankly artful traps (they don't even trigger on most other animals!) until you come to a small clearing covered in an odd fog. Comparing it to the forest you were just in, the fog seems like something unnatural. Odd rocks jut out from the ground and some sort of structure lies ahead. You begin walking towards it when you see the rocks ahead of you start to look more defined, less like jagged glass and more like tombstones. You start to wonder if this is a graveyard. It certainly seems plausible.
As you near the structure, you can start to make out that it's a house, almost suburban in looks. You've officially come across a cabin in the woods right next to a graveyard on an island where serial killers can turn invisible or know where you are at any given moment. No big deal.
You decide it would be unwise to seek a drink of water from that house and turn to head back the way you came until you see a silhouette in the fog. This is the part where you die.
You turn the other way, walking in front of the house to the other end of the clearing. As you pass by the house, you swear you hear a steady gnashing sound. You do your best to ignore it until you see yet another silhouette in the distance. Like the one before it, it's completely unmoving and highly unsettling.
You decide you should just go the way away from the house and head in the direction opposite of it. Big mistake, there's another silhouette. Now you're surrounded and quite frankly freaking out on the inside. Whatever. You don't see yourself getting out of this easily, so you might as well go through the psycho killer house and bust through the back wall and run out that way. At least then you'll have the element of surprise instead of going through a different psycho killer you won't.
When you near the house, you see yet another silhouette on the porch, but it's sheer size is enough for you to take your chances. It was quite short. As you near it, you see it's just a giant doll, staring at you with beady eyes and wearing a dress frillier than you thought possible even for dolls. It is so creepy on so many levels. You swear those eyes follow you. The only thing making you sure it's a doll is the ridiculous dress and impossibly pale complexion.
Not wasting time to knock, you try the door, and to no surprise, it's open. You take one step through the threshold when you hear the voice of a little girl behind you.
"What do you think you're doing?"
You immediately turn around, but of course nothing's there. Of course. Even worse, the doll is gone, and the silhouettes are close enough for you to see from the porch. You really wish you weren't here right now.
Turning back into the house JESUS CHRIST that doll is sitting on a couch. Screw that doll. That doll is a jerk. Looking around there's not much to the place. In front of you is a set of stairs and a door, to the left and right are door frames with no actual doors. You can see a kitchen through the left and a living room on the right. Next to the front door is a couch and that evil doll. You swear that doll is staring.
You can still hear the gnashing sounds coming from the entrance on the left. Now that you can hear it better, it sounds more like hacking... You really don't want to be here.
You make your way to the door at the end, but of course it's just a closet, meaning you can go up the stairs or to the doors on the left or right. There's hacking on your left and the stairs mean you trap yourself, so you hope for a backdoor through the right.
You find yourself in a living room littered with decorations only Indiana Jones would have and some very comfy looking couches. As you make your way to the end of the living room, you find another door leading to the left side of the house. The hacking is getting louder. You stand there in trepidation until the hacking stops. Suddenly you hear a saw blade start up and sickening sounds making you think of unspeakable horrors. You've seen enough of that on your travels, so you decide to turn back and oh hell the doll is sitting on the couch. Nope. You'll take your chances with the psycho killer, and if worse comes to worse, you'll burst out the back wall and run the hell away.
You take a deep breath and open the door. What you find is much worse than what you expected.
It was something of a 2-door closet. The sounds of shredding is much louder here, and you're sure it's coming from whatever is behind that other door. The closet was small and almost square, lined with numerous shelves. On each shelf are jars and jars of body parts floating in what you think to be formaldehyde; a leg; an eye; intestines; a bladder; a heart; another heart; another heart... Jesus Christ they collect hearts. why on Earth are there so many. You're about to nope right out of there and into the sun when you hear the front door open with a disturbing creak. You turn around to hide under a couch or table or something, anything but be caught out in the open when you see the doll standing in the doorway, barely 4 feet tall with a piercing stare and a crooked smile.
"What are you doing?"
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.
You open the door behind you, ready to face a psychotic heart collector. Anything you find has got to be better than a living doll.
On the other side you see a woman wearing a mask splattered in blood using a saw blade to cut up a disembodied leg.
You immediately activate gunpowder and with a leap knee the back wall. You even get outside and begin to take off when suddenly your leg is being grabbed and you are slowly dragged back to the house. When you look around to see what's dragging you, you see it's the doll, floating and holding one of your legs with both hands. She's dragging you slowly back to the hole you made in the wall, where the masked murderer is waiting. Blood stains her black dress. From what you can read of her body language, the masked murderer looks eager. Yep, you're going to die.
Danny doesn't respond as his skin suddenly dissapears and is found to be the exact clone of Jack with identical clothes included. "Shapeshifter," Danny says with Jacks voice before appearing as Danny again. "And yes, this it my actual appearence. So what can you do?" Danny asks with slight interest.
'Ready?' Kylie asked Ethan. 'Yup,' the boy replied nervously, clutching onto the box of chocolates he carried. 'Alright, go,' she whispered. The two were crouched behind a bush, nearby a small residential house. A house was quite expensive around Brinkhaven as there was limited space, so Kylie was pretty sure that the owner of the place was reasonably wealthy. Ethan made his way up to the door and knocked a coupel times on the thick, painted wood and waited about ten seconds before an irritable twenty-something man ripped the door off of its hinges. Literally.
'Oops,' the man said, uncaring. 'Anyways, why are you here?' he asked, glaring at Ethan. The boy jiggled the chocolates and looked at the man hopefully. 'Well, I'm collecting money for the Refugees From the ETG fund. I've got these chocolates to sell,' Ethan lied to the man. He was already quite convincing, and the thief helped his natural lying skill along with a little bit of subtle mind control. He broadcasted a couple thoughts at the man now.
Yes, you want to buy some. You really love this cause and are happy to donate. Also, you like chocolate alot.
The man's expression changed as the mind control took hold, and he smiled at Ethan. 'Of course, young man, and if I could, I'd like to congratulate you for doing your part to help those desperate souls who've been recently in the hands of the ETG.' He began to fumble in his pockets for a wallet, then Ethan threw another thought out.
You have no money on you. You left your wallet upstairs.
'Ah, yes. If you could just give me a second, I have to fetch my money,' the man said, before turning away from the door and heading up a set of nearby stairs. Ethan beamed a message of 'He's upstairs,' to Kylie, who was still crouched behind the bush, and she nodded, even though he didn't turn to see her. She sank into the ground, the earth filling in the hole she left behind ehr and leaving no traces of her passing. Ethan stayed at the doorstep, smiling and juggling the chocolates from hand to hand in case the man returned early.
After a few minutes of nothing but earth, Kylie emerged through a wall and into a small, unlit basement. She flicked on a tiny flashlight, the beam from it barely enough to luminate more than a metre in front of her. She flashed it around carefully, finally locating a large, bumpy sack that seemed to eminate the aura of money. She crept towards it carefully, checking the ground in front of her before she stepped. She reached it after a couple steps and hops, then she untied the small length of rope binding the hole in the top together. Her eyes widened. The sack was half full of large, shining diamonds, virtually untraceable and worth at least half a million pounds. Obviously someone was a crystal manipulator. She had a contact within a jewellers that she could pawn these off to, and he paid fair as well. A thought-message came in from Ethan.
Guys come back. I'll try to delay him, but you only have a minute or two. Get out of there.
She picked up the sack. She didn't really care where she stepped now. She had to get out of there, and fast. She surfaced behind the bush just in time to see Ethan selling three bars of chocolate to the man. He smiled at Ethan, then closed the door on the boy. Once he was sure the man had gone, Ethan sprinted down to the bush, giggling slightly. 'We nicked his cash and still got four bucks for the chocolates!' he crowed, pocketing the money. 'Not just cash,' Kylie grinned, opening up the sack to show Ethan. Ethan's smile almost split his face in two. 'Holy cr@p,' he breathed. 'Is this for real?' Kylie smiled back. 'Yup, at least half a million. Small, untraceable, and we can sell em all to Phil.'
'Right, lets get out of here before he realises he's been robbed,' Ethan said, and took hold of her shoulder. Her gift needed contact to work for other people, and now they sank into the ground together. By the time the man realised he'd been robbed and called the police, the two teenagers were long gone.
Issac's sneak attack caught me completely off-guard. When he hit me, we tumbled for several yards, breaking several of my ribs, my left knee and my right shoulder. I looked up at Issac, but I felt seriously weak. I attempted to use my powers to push him off, but my power wasn't working. As he brought his hand down on my head, I felt everything go completely black. I was out cold.
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[Kayne]
As I was walking towards the edge of town, I met a hobo by the name of Hobo Joe, as I have been told by Guygombaa. I gave him some cash and kept moving, the smell of alcohol still strong on my breath.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
With a satasfied grin I push myself off the man I'd just bludgeoned with my fist, the skin having broken underneath his white hair which was slowly being stained red. Best case scenerio for him, he'd have a concussion. "I really don't understand what goes through their heads when people think about chasing me like this," I muttered, looking down at my brass knuckle and standing up straight. "Can we go now or are their more would be heroes?" I asked the girl, a little bored. That Liam guy had put up a better fight then ether of them.
Oh no, it's a link to an awesome flash game!
Danny watches with interest before nodding. "Makes sense, and that is very interesting. So, if you don't mind my asking, how did you become a skeleton?" Danny asks curious and slightly nonbelieving. His slight drunkenness was gone again and he figured this guy may be drunk too if this wasn't really how he looked. It didn't feel like a costume when Danny changed, but you never know when changing into a skeleton.
"Yeah, I've got a place." Heric replied. "Not sure I could exactly describe where it is, though. Perhaps I can show you...after the coffee, of course." He took a sip of his coffee, once again. "So, what kind of music do you like to listen to?"
[Panserg]
"Hey, Barkeep!" He called out, though he did seem to be drunk by this point. "It's been five minutes!" He put his helmet back on.
Would you rather read a story of knights and dragons, or be in one?
I'm glad people support my dragon raising. Could I ask for assistance with this one now?
Check out my dragon scroll(http://dragcave.net/user/Heric) if you want to see the dragons I have. I may get more dragons later.
Danny smiles faintly. "Sore spot, don't worry, got more of them than most people," Danny says shaking his head slightly before running a hand through his already messy hair. Images rush through his head of all the people he tortured and made broken from his abilities and shivers. "But I can't avoid them," Danny whispers looking down as he fully sobers up again.
<Zoey>
Zoey smiles and shrugs. "I usually don't listen to a lot of music, but I'm big into anything except rap I guess," zoey says before frowning slightly as she feels slightly sick to her stomach all of a sudden. "Hey, Heric, I just got a bad feeling... I think we should go look for that problem Deemas went to go help out with," Zoey says standing.
Oh no, it's a link to an awesome flash game!
Heric stopped sipping his coffee as Zoey spoke. Something about what she said and the way she said it, it seemed like Deemas may have been more than a friend...an unthinkable thought. He tried to dismiss this thought, trying his best to believe she was simply worried about a friend in danger. "Alright. Do you know where he went?"
Would you rather read a story of knights and dragons, or be in one?
I'm glad people support my dragon raising. Could I ask for assistance with this one now?
Check out my dragon scroll(http://dragcave.net/user/Heric) if you want to see the dragons I have. I may get more dragons later.
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
((Does that help? :33))
Feed my dragons please
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
I'm SOOO sorry if this turn's out puny. I meant to do a big post... but I ran out of time and had to go eat. If you don't see this, then no apologies, and I actually finished it :D, and I'm talking to myself. YAY!))((:P. Plus, for the second part, I didn't know how the gates worked... so I skipped that part. Sorry for the sudden time-skip.))
((Also, as a side note, all of this post plays as of yesterday. I have a lot more coming, and should lead up to the current day and would be ready for interaction at that point.))
[Bironica]
"Pops, when can we go out to the ocean again?" I asked as I walked into the small kitchen. "Out, out! Go wait by the table. We don't need this area to be crowded." my mother said to me, stepping closer and shoeing my back. I sighed and turned around. I walked around the column and stood by the table. "When we finish eating honey." he finally responded. I rolled my eyes and looked at the table. "And when is that?" I asked with a slight smile. "Don't talk back to your pop's Bironica." mother said to me as she turned the stove off and moved the eggs off of the skillet and onto a big plate. "Come help your father set up the table." she then said as she turned over to the toaster and pulled out the toast. I sighed, and walked over. I saw my father finishing up his 'chore', and started pulling out plates and cups from the cabinets. He pulled out three sets... there is a total of six, for guests mostly. I walked over closer and picked up a the stack of plates, then opened up a draw and levitated utensils out. "What did I tell you about doing that in the kitchen?" she said to me. What did you tell me about coming into the kitchen?
I finished setting up the table, and pops set down the last glass in slow motion. "What are you doing?" I laughed at him as he finally set down the plate with a smile. "That's the hook coming down from space to hit the water." he laughed. "We're going fishing after this?" I asked him, "Sure! You know I'd take my son to go fishing if I had one..." he started saying. "Pops!" I yelled back at him, "probably would know how to set the hook right too." he then snickered. "Okay, enough fooling around. I'm coming over with hot food." I heard mother say, walking over with a balance of large plates filled with food. "Back up." she said,walking closer and setting the plates down in the middle of the table. I sat down in my usual chair, next to pops. Mother sat across from him. They both sat down and started loading up their plates with food... as did I, the usual way. "Bironica? What if you drop it? Then this food will go to waste!" mother said to me angrily. "Why do we even cook so much food in the first place?" I asked. "You know we save most of it in the fridge. And we only have time to do this once a week." she responded with a slight sigh, face filled with newly forked food.
"Pops, do you have any specific plans for when we go fishing?" I asked, turning to face him and ate newly cut food. "Well, we're going to catch some bass... then we're going to figure out if we can steal a boat...." he started to respond as he quickly shoved food into his mouth before I could respond. "I mean before we set the bait." I asked, after I swallowed. He tugged at his shirt and sighed after finishing his food.... "The usual bit...." he said with a short sigh... I sigh also. "Please, can't we just enjoy the meal? Please?" my mother said, taking a few more bites. "Okay...." I sighed, starting to push my food around my plate. Mother had stood up and gone to pour herself another glass of orange juice. Pops leaned closer towards me after he saw her disappear and start to open the fridge. "So, any specific ideas on that boat? I came up with a few... they all ended badly with the geese police." he snickered. I didn't notice, but mother was actually smiling as she poured herself her glass.
"Go grab the gear and I'll be right with you dear." Pops said as he was washing up some of the dishes with mother. I nodded, and started making my way towards his room... "What is it you do whenever you two go out?" I heard mother in the background. "You know I can't tell you. It's dangerous work, and saying anything will hurt you. The only thing I can do is to not say what it is." Pops said. I could hear mother sigh, and started towards me. I jumped into the room and dove into the closet and started pulling the rods and tackle box out as fast as I could. Mother walked in and pulled out her business suit from her closet and pulled out her shoes from under the bed. "I hope you two will have fun." she said as I smiled and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind me. I saw Pops standing there, having already finished the dishes somehow. "I think something's missing." he said, pointing for me to set the tackle box on the ground. He opened it and put his hands on his hips, "What did I tell you about checking the box before we go?" he asked me with a knowing stare. He then smiled and pulled something out from behind me ear... his favorite bait piece, a wiggly worm that for some reason attracted fish better than a real worm. I rolled my eyes lightly as he put it in and started to open the door for us to leave.
As we walked out of the apartment room, we walked to the elevator and took it down. It went quiet a bit faster than normal.... "Look's like Jens has been having a little fun with his powers, wouldn't you say?" Pops laughed as it almost jerked to a stop at the bottom. The doors opened and we walked out. The elevator behind us shot up before the doors could close all the way. "What surprises me is how there is no lock on that door. This wouldn't happen so often if they locked the kid out." he smiled more. "Not that he's much of a kid being nineteen." he said, starting to hint again.... "You know he's too old. Now stop it." I said to him as he burst out into laughter. We walked out into the street and saw there was a little bit of a rush. "Stay close. I don't want you getting pulled off into the crowd." he said to me as he grabbed my open hand and pulled me along. I couldn't but help notice him paying a particular notice in a man standing under a tree, looking over at us....
"You'd-" I said, taking a good hit in the shoulder from a passerby, "think people wouldn't be in this much of a hurry." I finished at the same time as being hit again. "You know the groups. Once the bell rings for them to get to work, they scramble." he said, barely being touched by anyone. Another man brushed past me, but I knew... I spun and hit him in the back with the tackle box and took the wallet out of his hands. I handed it back to my father. He had done it before...."He's getting lazy." I whispered to pops as we walked off. He had done this before. He would walk by you and barely touch you, then you would reach into the person you were walking with and hand off their wallet to him... of course, I recognized his face, and had caught him again. "Yeah, the first few times he actually got away with it." pops said with a smile. "Wait, but I thought you didn't lose your wallet?" I asked him, and he stopped. "He stole something else." pops said, rather seriously. "Let's just get out of the streets and find our fishing spot." he said to me as he pulled me along too the gates.
As we made our way onto the beach, I sat down under the tree and levitated the box and rods into the air around me. I set the box down beside me, and the rods up against the tree. "I'll be back in about an hour. Make sure you get those done before I get back, ya hear?" pops said to me as he waved. "Sure thing." I rolled my eyes as I opened the box. "So... pops, mind if I ask you something?" I asked before he left. "Sure." he said with a happy smile, folding his arms and waiting for the coming bomb. "What's so dangerous about your job, that you can't tell mom about it?" I asked, and he sighed. "You know I can't tell you that. It's the same reason I can't tell your mom." he said, turning to leave. I eyed him as he walked off back towards the city... but slightly off from the direction of the gate. He didn't disappear back into the city, no, he was going elsewhere.
"Bironica!" I heard yelling, "Bironica! Wake up! I'm here!" I heard more over my head. It sounded like Brice. I opened my eyes and saw it was him, standing over me. He looked a lot like me. "What happened to staying awake?" he laughed as he looked at my sloppy job of baiting the rods. "You know it's no good this late." he said, pointing off towards the setting sun. I was confused.... "Why... how... how are you here?" I asked him, rubbing my head. Everything was blurry, and my legs felt funny, like they weren't mine. "Silly, I've been here the whole time." he said. I blinked my eyes and stood up to face him. "Where's Pop? Why hasn't he come back?" I then asked him. Brice seemed to know something, but wouldn't tell me what it was. "Just 'tell' me." I said to him... but he shook his head. "You know his work is dangerous, and we shouldn't get involved in it." he then said, sounding completely different. "What?" I asked him, "Yes, I know that... but where is he?" I asked. "I can't tell you. It would put you in danger." he replied.
"Help! Let me go! What are you doing to me!?" Brice suddenly screamed. I blinked my eyes and saw his figure being pulled away by an adult. I jolted up and tried to levitate the box up with my powers to throw it at the attacking figure... "Help! Where are you taking me!?" he yelled more. I tried harder, but it didn't work. I knelt over and tried pulling with my hands, but it was stuck fast. I couldn't pick it up! "Look out!" I heard Brice yell from directly behind me. I spun around with a duck and watched as a sword wailed over my head. "What!?" I screamed, stumbling and tripping backwards over the box. The sword came at me again, but I reached and blocked with a rob just in time... I rolled just before it cracked from the blow. I stood up and tried bringing my foot down on the back of the attacker, but he disappeared and reappeared behind me instantly. He kicked me into the tree, my face smacking into it. I fell to the ground, and looked up at his featureless face as he hit me a final time....
I woke up, tied and bound to a chair. I couldn't see anything... but I could. I knew I was bound, and there was something blocking my view, but somehow I knew what was going on around me. I could hear my brother moving around in another chair, also bound and tied. I heard voices around us.... I saw a figure step out of the shadows with another man... looking at me. "You knew it was dangerous." pops said sadly to me. I recognized the figure he was with as the man who always steals from us on the street. Another figure, he was the man I saw by the tree this morning.... I tried to call out, but nothing happened. I turned to Brice, willing him to say something to me, give me advice, but he was silent. "Now you can't live anymore. You've seen to much, and I have to let you go." pops then said to me, raising his knife into the air and revealing a hidden blade. His eyes glowed red, brighter and brighter, until the blade stopped in front of my neck.... The vision disappeared.
"Honey? Honey?" I heard pops saying from above me, looking down at me. "Is everything okay?" he said. I was back under the tree, looking out at the sun. It hadn't risen very high... probably a little more than two hours. "A nightmare?" he asked, but I turned away. "What happened?" he asked, leaning in closer. "You were there. Someone attacked me and took me away. You said I knew too much... and had a knife...." I said, trying not to burst out. "The kid was there... and... another man I saw by the apartments...." I said, fighting back tears. I could hear my father stiffen up, as if he knew exactly who I was talking about. "Honey, honey... it's okay." he said, leaning in to hug me and kiss me on the cheeks. "You know I would never have hurt you." he said as he stroked my hair. I turned to face him with a sigh, "I... know that." I whispered, but he didn't sound convinced....
((Quite a bit shorter than I originally planned... I'll have a lot more for later.))
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
I turned my head, to see my sister tied up... there's a figure standing over her, with a red look in his eyes. An evil look, a look of hatred. Like he had been cursed by something horrible. He stuck his blade into her throat and killed her, I couldn't help but jump around in my chair. Bironica! I yelled inside my head. I knew it was her. I knew it. There was no doubt that's who she was.... I had no idea how I got here, but out first time meeting led to her death.... The man wiped off his blade and smiled. "You know, I was her father. Well, more 'adopted'." he said too me. "Sadly, I wont give you the same fate." he said as he turned away. Another man stood out of the shadows, changing forms constantly.... He touched Bironica's shoulders for a second, then turned into her! 'She' smiled evily as 'she' walked up to me. She touched my leg, and I felt myself draining.... I felt the room shaking, the chair I was in as rumbling... the world was falling apart, and I knew I was dying.
I opened my eyes slowly, realising it was just a nightmare. Nonetheless I felt sick... really sick. I stood up quickly, and almost fell over. I held my mouth and ran towards the nearest bathroom, opening it and letting myself remove it's dinner into the toilet. I wiped my mouth and attempted to flush... but it was clogged, and nothing happened. It only made a gurgling sound. "Sorry 'bout that! The plumbings out, won't be back for another few days!" I heard a voice from behind the wall somewhere. "Would ave warned ya first if you hadn't used it so quickly!" the voice continued. "Uh... no... problem?" I called out to him. Why is there a voice inside the walls? Maybe I should have just flown in a couple of years instead.... I thought to myself.
I sighed as I left the bathroom and looked around the room I had. The bed was a single mattress, with a few unnamed stains on it. There were a bunch of boxes in the corner that I was told not to touch. Beside the bed laid my items. I was even provided an alarm clock, but it apparently hadn't gone off.... It looks like it says it's two in the afternoon. "Shoot, I missed breakfast! Then.. what did I just lose?" I asked myself, looking back at the bathroom. I felt my stomach turn, and it growled. I looked at the clock again. "And it looks like I might miss lunch too. Breakfast ends at three." I said to myself. I hurried over to my suitcase and opened it up. I pulled out my clothing, undressed, then redressed myself. I put the clothing I had been wearing in a separate compartment of the suitcase.
I exited my room, remembering to close the door and locking it. For some reason I feel it wont stay locked. I sighed as I looked at the damaged door.
((Oops, ran out of time. That's SERIOUSLY a lot shorter than I thought....))
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
Kira watches as Silvira starts to tear into Slade. She runs over and drags Silvira off of him yelling about how this isn’t the way to spend he second chance.
*Flails arms*
You've done it you magnificent dastard.
Quite possibly the most complex rope trap ever made is splayed out before you, connecting in the trees all the way to the ground as if a layered web. Despite its obstacle course like looks, it is physically impossible for a golden pig to fly through this, even at the speed of sound. It immobilizes them with far too many ropes for them to fly away with even if they could lift an elephant with their wings. Gifted hardware stores sell some pretty high-quality stuff.
You continue setting up these quite frankly artful traps (they don't even trigger on most other animals!) until you come to a small clearing covered in an odd fog. Comparing it to the forest you were just in, the fog seems like something unnatural. Odd rocks jut out from the ground and some sort of structure lies ahead. You begin walking towards it when you see the rocks ahead of you start to look more defined, less like jagged glass and more like tombstones. You start to wonder if this is a graveyard. It certainly seems plausible.
As you near the structure, you can start to make out that it's a house, almost suburban in looks. You've officially come across a cabin in the woods right next to a graveyard on an island where serial killers can turn invisible or know where you are at any given moment. No big deal.
You decide it would be unwise to seek a drink of water from that house and turn to head back the way you came until you see a silhouette in the fog. This is the part where you die.
You turn the other way, walking in front of the house to the other end of the clearing. As you pass by the house, you swear you hear a steady gnashing sound. You do your best to ignore it until you see yet another silhouette in the distance. Like the one before it, it's completely unmoving and highly unsettling.
You decide you should just go the way away from the house and head in the direction opposite of it. Big mistake, there's another silhouette. Now you're surrounded and quite frankly freaking out on the inside. Whatever. You don't see yourself getting out of this easily, so you might as well go through the psycho killer house and bust through the back wall and run out that way. At least then you'll have the element of surprise instead of going through a different psycho killer you won't.
When you near the house, you see yet another silhouette on the porch, but it's sheer size is enough for you to take your chances. It was quite short. As you near it, you see it's just a giant doll, staring at you with beady eyes and wearing a dress frillier than you thought possible even for dolls. It is so creepy on so many levels. You swear those eyes follow you. The only thing making you sure it's a doll is the ridiculous dress and impossibly pale complexion.
Not wasting time to knock, you try the door, and to no surprise, it's open. You take one step through the threshold when you hear the voice of a little girl behind you.
"What do you think you're doing?"
You immediately turn around, but of course nothing's there. Of course. Even worse, the doll is gone, and the silhouettes are close enough for you to see from the porch. You really wish you weren't here right now.
Turning back into the house JESUS CHRIST that doll is sitting on a couch. Screw that doll. That doll is a jerk. Looking around there's not much to the place. In front of you is a set of stairs and a door, to the left and right are door frames with no actual doors. You can see a kitchen through the left and a living room on the right. Next to the front door is a couch and that evil doll. You swear that doll is staring.
You can still hear the gnashing sounds coming from the entrance on the left. Now that you can hear it better, it sounds more like hacking... You really don't want to be here.
You make your way to the door at the end, but of course it's just a closet, meaning you can go up the stairs or to the doors on the left or right. There's hacking on your left and the stairs mean you trap yourself, so you hope for a backdoor through the right.
You find yourself in a living room littered with decorations only Indiana Jones would have and some very comfy looking couches. As you make your way to the end of the living room, you find another door leading to the left side of the house. The hacking is getting louder. You stand there in trepidation until the hacking stops. Suddenly you hear a saw blade start up and sickening sounds making you think of unspeakable horrors. You've seen enough of that on your travels, so you decide to turn back and oh hell the doll is sitting on the couch. Nope. You'll take your chances with the psycho killer, and if worse comes to worse, you'll burst out the back wall and run the hell away.
You take a deep breath and open the door. What you find is much worse than what you expected.
It was something of a 2-door closet. The sounds of shredding is much louder here, and you're sure it's coming from whatever is behind that other door. The closet was small and almost square, lined with numerous shelves. On each shelf are jars and jars of body parts floating in what you think to be formaldehyde; a leg; an eye; intestines; a bladder; a heart; another heart; another heart... Jesus Christ they collect hearts. why on Earth are there so many. You're about to nope right out of there and into the sun when you hear the front door open with a disturbing creak. You turn around to hide under a couch or table or something, anything but be caught out in the open when you see the doll standing in the doorway, barely 4 feet tall with a piercing stare and a crooked smile.
"What are you doing?"
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.
You open the door behind you, ready to face a psychotic heart collector. Anything you find has got to be better than a living doll.
On the other side you see a woman wearing a mask splattered in blood using a saw blade to cut up a disembodied leg.
You immediately activate gunpowder and with a leap knee the back wall. You even get outside and begin to take off when suddenly your leg is being grabbed and you are slowly dragged back to the house. When you look around to see what's dragging you, you see it's the doll, floating and holding one of your legs with both hands. She's dragging you slowly back to the hole you made in the wall, where the masked murderer is waiting. Blood stains her black dress. From what you can read of her body language, the masked murderer looks eager. Yep, you're going to die.