Post by The Necromancer on Dec 19, 2010 23:51:20 GMT -5
Your Soul, PleaseTM
The girl stepped off the bus, the black jacket swishing around her waist. Even in the crazy world of Shadow City, she was an oddity. Tight, black jeans, a nondescript black t-shirt, black converse, and a swishy black jacket with a long hood. The hood draped over her face- how she saw where she was going can only be speculated at- and the only way one could tell she was female was her slim, attractive figure, and the way she carried herself. She sighed to herself, checking a list of names and addresses, and looked up at a darkened building. A few passerby stepped around her- way around- the dark aura she was emitting was almost impossible to bear.
She picked up an odd pen- a tiny scythe with a pen-point at the bottom- and scratched off a name. Heh. What a name. Daniel Snow. She thought to herself, smirking. She walked up the small set of stairs into the building, and approached the reception desk. “Excuse me, can you tell me where Daniel Snow’s room is?” she asked in her nicest voice. The receptionist- obviously an airhead- obligingly wrote down the room number on a slip of paper. “Third Floor, hun’.”
“Thank you.” she smiled, and walked to the elevator, stepped inside, and jabbed the third floor button impatiently. She slipped her hood off and straightened out her midnight-colored hair. The elevator light reflected off of her pale skin, and she smirked, her lips were blue- as if they were cold. She stepped out of the elevator into the dark hallway, the lights flickered and went out as she passed under them. She was feeling cheerful, almost giddy.
She was in her element now. The Scythe-pen gripped in her fist contorted and grew to an actual scythe, the blade was of Obsidian, the handle of black steel. Her long jacket grew to a cloak that swathed her in darkness. This city was her hunting ground, and her target was a teenager. Daniel Snow, a depressed poet whose life was going nowhere, fast. His time had come… but teenagers always fought. She knew she’d need the scythe. She reached room C-13. She giggled at this- Room 13. What rotten luck. But as she looked at the door a chill ran down her spine, and she remembered the fact that though she was ageless, she wasn’t immortal. She’d have to be careful- with the aura of bad luck that surrounded this room, she could very well end up bleeding to death on this kid’s floor.
Shivering at the thought, she slipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak and withdrew a key made of bone. She slipped it into the door lock, and it immediately changed to match the keyhole. She slipped into the room and looked around. Bent over his desk, Daniel was lost in his work. He hadn’t heard her enter. “Hello, Daniel. You are Daniel Snow, right?” she inquired, and he jumped out of his chair, knocking it backwards.
“How’d you get in here?!” he almost shouted, backing against the wall at the sight of her scythe. He realized how she was dressed, and muttered “You… you’re here to kill me, aren’t you? My time’s come, hasn’t it?” he asked, calmer now. “Yep.” Lilith replied brightly, grasping the scythe, drawing back to put an end to him. She swung- Only to have it knocked aside by his forearm, as he lunged towards her. Before she knew it, a switchblade was buried to the handle in her gut. Yelping in pain, she subsided into unconsciousness.
∞
She heard something moving, and felt some kind of oppressive warmth, surrounding her. She hated warmth, and struggled to push whatever it was away- but when she lifted her arm, or moved her torso in any way, her stomach pulsed with white hot agony. Her vision returned, and she saw she was in a bed, and the ‘warmth’ was a blanket that had been pulled up to her chin. Someone had shown her kindness, but whom? She remembered where she had been, and what had happened to her, and realized with a jolt that this ‘Daniel’ must’ve done this for her… even after he’d stabbed her in the stomach. What an odd fellow.
She traced her stomach with her hand. Her clothes were still in place- he hadn’t violated her, at least, but her stomach had been wrapped in bandages. She looked for her scythe, and saw it leaning against the wall, just within reach. Apparently, he didn’t think she’d survive, and wasn’t being too careful. She pulled herself into a sitting position- and after the pain from doing so had faded, she looked around more carefully. She was in a darkened bedroom, and could hear music from the next room.
Haunted, by Evanescence. Not bad. She thought, with a smirk. She saw a bottle of painkillers on the table next to the bed, and read the label. After reading the instructions carefully- she‘d seen what happened to people who got too doped up on painkillers-, she took one of them, and waited for them to take effect. As soon as the pain faded, she stood, picked up the scythe, and walked cautiously into the next room, using the scythe as a walking stick.. Daniel was on the couch, playing a game on an Xbox 360. She spoke quietly, but loud enough to catch his attention. “Why didn’t you kill me, Snow?” she asked, and he looked over his shoulder in surprise. Though her clothes had reverted to their human appearance, her scythe was still very much sharp and intimidating, yet he didn’t seem bothered in the least. “Because I’m not a murderer” he replied simply, and went back to popping bullets into large, ugly, green mutants.
She growled under her breath and spoke again. “What’re you going to do with me?” she asked, afraid of his answer- she knew he was too fast for her, and likely stronger too. He merely shrugged and said “I don’t know yet- but you can’t leave.” She sighed at this, and leaned against the door. “Well, got anything to eat?” she inquired, and after a moment’s thought; “And some clean clothes?”
I hit writer’s block here, but hopefully there’s more to come.
Note: I realize a few names and such are a bit sketchy or lame, but this is in it's rough draft stages.
The girl stepped off the bus, the black jacket swishing around her waist. Even in the crazy world of Shadow City, she was an oddity. Tight, black jeans, a nondescript black t-shirt, black converse, and a swishy black jacket with a long hood. The hood draped over her face- how she saw where she was going can only be speculated at- and the only way one could tell she was female was her slim, attractive figure, and the way she carried herself. She sighed to herself, checking a list of names and addresses, and looked up at a darkened building. A few passerby stepped around her- way around- the dark aura she was emitting was almost impossible to bear.
She picked up an odd pen- a tiny scythe with a pen-point at the bottom- and scratched off a name. Heh. What a name. Daniel Snow. She thought to herself, smirking. She walked up the small set of stairs into the building, and approached the reception desk. “Excuse me, can you tell me where Daniel Snow’s room is?” she asked in her nicest voice. The receptionist- obviously an airhead- obligingly wrote down the room number on a slip of paper. “Third Floor, hun’.”
“Thank you.” she smiled, and walked to the elevator, stepped inside, and jabbed the third floor button impatiently. She slipped her hood off and straightened out her midnight-colored hair. The elevator light reflected off of her pale skin, and she smirked, her lips were blue- as if they were cold. She stepped out of the elevator into the dark hallway, the lights flickered and went out as she passed under them. She was feeling cheerful, almost giddy.
She was in her element now. The Scythe-pen gripped in her fist contorted and grew to an actual scythe, the blade was of Obsidian, the handle of black steel. Her long jacket grew to a cloak that swathed her in darkness. This city was her hunting ground, and her target was a teenager. Daniel Snow, a depressed poet whose life was going nowhere, fast. His time had come… but teenagers always fought. She knew she’d need the scythe. She reached room C-13. She giggled at this- Room 13. What rotten luck. But as she looked at the door a chill ran down her spine, and she remembered the fact that though she was ageless, she wasn’t immortal. She’d have to be careful- with the aura of bad luck that surrounded this room, she could very well end up bleeding to death on this kid’s floor.
Shivering at the thought, she slipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak and withdrew a key made of bone. She slipped it into the door lock, and it immediately changed to match the keyhole. She slipped into the room and looked around. Bent over his desk, Daniel was lost in his work. He hadn’t heard her enter. “Hello, Daniel. You are Daniel Snow, right?” she inquired, and he jumped out of his chair, knocking it backwards.
“How’d you get in here?!” he almost shouted, backing against the wall at the sight of her scythe. He realized how she was dressed, and muttered “You… you’re here to kill me, aren’t you? My time’s come, hasn’t it?” he asked, calmer now. “Yep.” Lilith replied brightly, grasping the scythe, drawing back to put an end to him. She swung- Only to have it knocked aside by his forearm, as he lunged towards her. Before she knew it, a switchblade was buried to the handle in her gut. Yelping in pain, she subsided into unconsciousness.
∞
She heard something moving, and felt some kind of oppressive warmth, surrounding her. She hated warmth, and struggled to push whatever it was away- but when she lifted her arm, or moved her torso in any way, her stomach pulsed with white hot agony. Her vision returned, and she saw she was in a bed, and the ‘warmth’ was a blanket that had been pulled up to her chin. Someone had shown her kindness, but whom? She remembered where she had been, and what had happened to her, and realized with a jolt that this ‘Daniel’ must’ve done this for her… even after he’d stabbed her in the stomach. What an odd fellow.
She traced her stomach with her hand. Her clothes were still in place- he hadn’t violated her, at least, but her stomach had been wrapped in bandages. She looked for her scythe, and saw it leaning against the wall, just within reach. Apparently, he didn’t think she’d survive, and wasn’t being too careful. She pulled herself into a sitting position- and after the pain from doing so had faded, she looked around more carefully. She was in a darkened bedroom, and could hear music from the next room.
Haunted, by Evanescence. Not bad. She thought, with a smirk. She saw a bottle of painkillers on the table next to the bed, and read the label. After reading the instructions carefully- she‘d seen what happened to people who got too doped up on painkillers-, she took one of them, and waited for them to take effect. As soon as the pain faded, she stood, picked up the scythe, and walked cautiously into the next room, using the scythe as a walking stick.. Daniel was on the couch, playing a game on an Xbox 360. She spoke quietly, but loud enough to catch his attention. “Why didn’t you kill me, Snow?” she asked, and he looked over his shoulder in surprise. Though her clothes had reverted to their human appearance, her scythe was still very much sharp and intimidating, yet he didn’t seem bothered in the least. “Because I’m not a murderer” he replied simply, and went back to popping bullets into large, ugly, green mutants.
She growled under her breath and spoke again. “What’re you going to do with me?” she asked, afraid of his answer- she knew he was too fast for her, and likely stronger too. He merely shrugged and said “I don’t know yet- but you can’t leave.” She sighed at this, and leaned against the door. “Well, got anything to eat?” she inquired, and after a moment’s thought; “And some clean clothes?”
I hit writer’s block here, but hopefully there’s more to come.
Note: I realize a few names and such are a bit sketchy or lame, but this is in it's rough draft stages.