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Not a part « Thread Started on Aug 23, 2003, 2:48am »
Screams ripped out, cutting across the loud music being played. A sizeable number of teens had come together to drink, dance, and make out. However, things did not go as planned.
Oh no, not at all.
For she was there. Who was she?
Nobody. Just nobody.
Dressed as a pretty, pretty princess for the Halloween party. Very festive, sparkling rhinestones, lace draped across the shoulders. Yards of ice blue fabric stretched across a fit frame just reaching its peak of strength. She stalked them, her peers, armed with many pointy objects hidden under gaudy cloth.
Music pounding, rhythmic noise, young people jumping in time. She chose a partner, a victim, out of the crowd in the spacious hall. He didn't know who she was, assumed she was one of the preps he associated with. He was a blond youth, tanned, athletic, and suitably dumb and inebriated. He followed her to one of the adjacent rooms to get cozy. Beer was on his breath as he kissed her clumsily, hands groping her well-sized breasts. She encouraged him, arched her back to him, the boy who never gave her the time of day. The one who made rude comments during algebra class to her, and laughed at her. He wasn't even subtle; nor was he subtle now.
She put her cheap katana blade into his neck; it wasn't very sharp but with the force she put behind it, slid in nicely. The hand clutching her breast twitched, faltered, came away. He stared at her wide-eyed, gurgling, blood pouring down his chest. He collapsed on the floor like a rag doll, a dark pool collecting around his inert body. She watched him like she would an insect, nudging him with her slip-on shoe. Then she smiled.
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Re: Not a part « Reply #1 on Aug 27, 2003, 10:35pm »
Readjusting the feathered mask, she stepped back in the midst of the party, letting the beat of the music carry her. She approached a small group of giggling girls. "Tanya," she called, voice steady. "Hey, I have something to show you."
The blonde girl turned to her, face questioning. "What is it? You got something better than alcohol?," she smiled her store-bought smile.
Our pretty princess smiled back, gesturing toward the room. Tanya followed the unknown partygoer to the dimly lit space, the other girl shutting the door behind them. "So what have you got?," Tanya asked, flipping her golden hair haughtily.
"This," replied the other, grasping the snotty girl by the throat, memories of the torments she'd recieved at her hands. She wasn't rich enough, girly enough, pretty enough, fashionable enough. She took off the blue feathered mask and fixed her gaze at Tanya, whose lower lip trembled at the recognition. "Gina..what..."
She squeezed the blonde's neck, tighter, tighter, tighter. Tanya squealed, then simply gasped as her air was cut off. She spotted a body in the corner, ragged, and she struggled harder. Gina jerked suddenly, and a raw crack resounded in the room. Tanya's body slid down the wall, head at an unnatural angle.
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Re: Not a part « Reply #2 on Aug 30, 2003, 11:20pm »
"So what is she," the young intern asked Dr. Roberts, his superior. "You say she's not like the other patients."
"That's right," the 40ish, dapper man replied. He studied his assistant over his reading glasses. "Nearly the whole time she's been here she's displayed no emotional problems of any kind. She's totally unlike the other patients here."
"So why is she here?," queried the dark haired intern.
The psychologist smiled and told him, "She killed 6 of her peers at a party at a reception center. Quite skillfully and mercilessly in fact." Dr. Roberts paused. "Would you like to see her, Jason?"
The young man answered that he would, his curiosity piqued. Thomas Roberts explained that due to the one incidence of extreme violence, precautions must be taken. The girl was kept in a solitary padded cell away from the other patients/inmates in this house for the criminally insane. Everything was under heavy surveillance, guards posted liberally, and each door required a different key code to enter. In the little box beside the door to her cell was a chart labelled CAVANAGH, GINA.
Inside was a very ordinary girl with rich brown hair, fastened by a strange harness to one wall. She could move her arms and legs to an extent, but her leash was very short. She looked very capable of major mayhem if she was so inclined; she was young, lean and muscled, and of a substantial size. However she sat on the cushioned bench provided for her regarding them with liquid, calm, hazel eyes. "Heyo, Roberts," she said in her teenage voice. She sounded quite harmless.
She wasn't though. Oh, no.
"And hello to you, Gina," Dr. Roberts spoke in his kind voice. "I've brought you a visitor. Gina, this is Jason Valera."
The girl stared at him with widened eyes for a moment. "I've seen you," she said quietly. "I was told to fear you."
Both males looked puzzled, then the doctor said, "But there's no reason to fear either of us. We're here to help you."
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Re: Not a part « Reply #3 on Sept 13, 2003, 2:18am »
"Morrigu," mumbled Jason, flipping through pages in the heavy volume. He read voraciously, scribbling notes in a notebook. The Lady of Battles, appearing as a crow according to Celtic belief, hovering over skirmishes to feed off the dead and dying.
Gina was strapped to a bed with her ankles, waist, neck, and wrists bound, unable to get up. She took it all in stride, observing her Morrigu self as she went about her business. The memory of the party replayed itself in her mind, she watched as her hands strangled, struck, stabbed, throttled different classmates.
A boy her age at the other end of the ward had performed similiar acts of violence, the entity taking the persona of an evil female. Morrigan. Badb. Blood-drinker. The Death-crone. He was even harder to subdue, the adrenaline levels unbelievable in his young body.
"Gina," came a whispered voice. Green-brown eyes looked back up at the young man, pensive yet lucid. "I need to talk to you. Is this Gina I'm talking to?" The girl nodded her head. Jason appraised her for a few seconds, settling in a chair beside her bed. "Gina," he spoke softly. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes," she whispered, voice full of awe. "You are the One. She fears you."
"Who?"
"The Morrigan. She comes sometimes, and--uses me. She is powerful, but she told me about you."
"What did she say?," the young man asked
"You would destroy her. But...if you did, what would become of me?"
"I'd think you'd be free," he answered. She stared back up at him with her liquid hazel eyes, kind, tired eyes. "I'm afraid," she whispered, a touch of fear coming to her expression. Jason knew he shouldn't be here after hours, especially after what had happened only days before. "Keep her at bay," he ordered. "You have the right to your own body and mind, is it not so?"
"That's the way it should be, I think," Gina replied, mulling it over. "I will kill you. If you let your guard down, I will kill you," she spoke to him in all earnestness.
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