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Sinful Feline

Sinful Feline

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Side note- This is the begainings of an rp, horror, men from outer space, changlings? kind of rp. Anyone who'd like to join in and warp it some more, would be welcomed. This is suppose to eventually turn into my story writers class final, but with out some input from others it sure wont get me anything close to an A lol-


Outside a mid summers storm took it's fury out upon the forest night.

She had awoken with a start, her heart racing triple time, unsure as to what had triggered this alarming response. As she sat up preparing to draw back the thin sheet that covered her form she thought she heard a sound with in the 4 walls of her room. Stopping in mid motion she changed her direction and reached for the cord of the lamp upon the table beside her bed, fingers shaking she reached for the cord, fumbled once then gripped the tiny chain and pulled, jerking her hand back to her side immediately. The light gave little help to calm her nerves, its small pool of illumination reached no further then the foot of her bed and what ever had made the sound was nearer to the door then her bed, for the moment that is her mind stepped in to correct her. Eyes straining to see what seem to be an outline of a person a few feet from the lights pool, she leaned a bit closer to the beds edge, then gasped and back tracked across the thin cotton sheets as the form stepped into the lights edge. It looked like her….Her but not her, for how could it be her if she was over here….Stop trying to rationalize and move her mind barked, and move she did. Once she had managed to scramble off the bed, right herself and try to figure out what in the hell was going on the form was moving closer, its mouth opening but sounds unlike anything she could make sense of where flowing from the mouth. With each step the form took towards her bed, she took one away tell the windows edge pressed into the small of her back. The sounds slowly became words, each having the same tone of urgency, Spanish ,French, German, they where words repeated in other languages, Godd how she wished she had taken another language back in school, finally English, the forum repeated the words in English! The look on her face must have given away that she knew English, because now the *Other her* spoke in a rapid voice with more urgency then before…..Run! Run now! No stop for eyes of red! Run human! The form had moved around the bed and saw no more then 6 feet from reaching her as its mouth opened and a sound so inhuman shrieked from its throat. With out a further thought she turned and slammed the window open, diving for the ground and silently thanking godd she’d not rented a two story cabin.
No sooner had she hit the ground that she was up and running, casting a glance back at her cabin illuminated like a fairytale by the full moon, and wishing to godd she had never looked. From the window the form still stood screeching at her and from the forest darkness around her cabin a dozen or more sets of red eyes seemed to find her and move forth at once. She ran, not looking over her shoulder again, not paying attention to the rocks and twigs that gouged into her bare feet or the bushes that snagged and ripped both her night dress and her flesh with out care. She had no idea where she was going, or of what she was running from, her only thought was to get as far away from what ever those things where , to find safety or…or die trying..
Up ahead she saw a faint outline of another cabin, one that did not look as new or well tended as her own, but hell, it was shelter and hopefully the last resident had left behind something she could use as a weapon should those things have followed her. Racing up the broken front steps she nearly collided with the door frame before regaining her balance and tugging desperately at the door handle tell she gained entrance and slammed the door behind her.

With her body against the door, she presses her forehead to the cold wood. Trying in vein to slow her hearts thunderous beatings, calm her ragged breathing and think straight...Think ...Think...THINK!! Her inner voice screamed. ..What are they? ... What do they want? ...What is the other ...Other her?!?...And for the love of her fleeing sanity...Why are they all after her!!!....
Not a single answer to the questions that kept repeating through her mind like a tape recorder on high speed...repeating out loud, at first to soft for her ears to hear over her own heart beat, then louder tell the screeching was nearly drown out ..Calm... I must remain calm... I MUST REMA....: she suddenly snaps her mouth closed in mid word, nearly biting the tip of her tongue off. If she was speaking loud enough to silence her own inner voice then she must be yelling loud enough to wake....no, not wake the dead...loud enough for Them to hear her as well.
Silenced now she strains to hear beyond the door, over the storms increasing squall and her bodies fear increased volume. A sudden boom of thunder deafens her and in the stillness that follows the crash her ears strains harder. A soft thudding from beyond the door...Followed by a softer dragging echo... thud... draggg...Thud... Draggg... Silence... Her once closed eyes snap open, her ear now pressed to the ungiving wood, ignoring the tiny needle like splinters that slip under her skin...Concentrating on the sound that now washes over her ear drums...what is ...I know that sou.....it reminds her of a child playing with a balloon...Inflate... Deflate...Infla...Breathing!! That sound is breathing.... But not normal human breathing, more like an asthmatic struggle for air......O-My Godd! It’s listening against the door! One of those things is pressed to the wooden frame doing exactly what she is doing...Listening!! ... Her mind screams this thought as her body reacts. Bracing her feet on the rotting wood floor she waits for what ever is on the other side to attempt to open the door....But nothing happens....No sudden shove...No banging... Nothing but the steady struggle for air greets her fraying nerves....
Creek......
A new sound, but not from outside...Her body goes rigged, the sound was to loud for it to be from outside....It came from inside, inside and by the volume, very close behind her. Tensing now as if awaiting a death blow... No not waiting for it, expecting it. But it doesn’t come. Instead a voice deep in baritone, slightly slurred assaults her backside. Its tone a cross of anger and confusion....
What in the hell is going on!! This is my house....My House! Do you hear me Little Miss brake in, cover the clean floor in mud and make enough noise to wake the dead...This is My House and I demand to know what you think yo...
: she swivels her body around to face the owner of the outraged voice. At 6ft5 and 270 lbs. he is normally seen as alarming, but given the current circumstance he is beyond terrifying in size and girth as he fills the doorway 10feet from her. Ignoring her body language as he gives his little speech tell her face is revealed in the dim light, his words curling back into his mouth just about as fast as they once flowed out.
The horror written on it is clear enough for even a blind man to see, her reaction leaving him bewildered. His mouth still hangs open for a moment, and then snaps closed as if at a loss for words, while she on the other hand has plenty of them.
However few of them make a clear picture of what is going on... “They...things...follow...red eyes.... She...Me...It... What do they...Wh... “: Several loud thuds echo out from planks that make up the porch just beyond the closed door, silencing her frightened babble of nonsense as well as bringing the first signs of alarm to the mans posture.
 
(Is funna play the man for you... good luck with your A) *His body awoke to the slamming of the door and immediately he grabbed the gun that rested underneath his pillow, removing the safety and holding it in one hand steadily. A bit of a country fellow, he was still in his pajamas when he found a young lady in a panic leaning against the door. She wasn't paying attention to what was infront of her, but rather what was behind her on the other side of the door. The first thought that ran through his mind was this was an escaped fugitive, or criminal breaking into his house for refuge; however, he was no kinder then what was on the outside of that door. "This is my house, and I demand to know what you think yo...," he said... startled once her countenance was in view. He couldn't make sense of what she was babbling but he heard thuds. Not being a man of superstition, he figured there was a logical explanation behind the thud as well as this girl. He pointed the gun at her now, "Get up.... and put your hands above your head, I don't know who is after you woman, but I suggest you start making sense." A german shepard came into view barking out the window behind him, something was there, but his dog always barked during storms. She had said red eyes and things, to him this unnatural talk indicated that the woman might be hallucinating. (sorry, I wish I could type more to help you out but I will in another post unless you kill this guy off)
 
(I'll be the farmer's daughter)

The little girl heard the commotion from her room. It frightened her. Vague imaginings of some monster under her bed terrified her and she curled into a ball beneath the soft pink blanket, her body tense and trembling. In her arms, she clung to a large teddy, hoping that at any minute, her daddy would walk through the door and comfort her.

But daddy wasn't coming. And the noises were growing louder....

Just then a shadow passed by her window. She had opened it earlier in the night, even though daddy had said not to. And now that she looked, she could no longer see the pale moonlight filtering through the pretty lace curtains that mommy had made before she went to Heaven. Where was daddy? Why wasn't he coming to check on his little princess and make sure all was well?

Squeezing Teddy a little harder for courage, she flipped aside the blanket and sheet and jumped from the bed, clinging to Teddy and sprinting for the door. Her thin little legs pumped beneath the nightgown, carrying her forward to safety and reassurance.

The sound of glass breaking startled her and she let out a sound that was somwhere between a scream and a sob. As she finally arrived at the door, she shoved it with all her might, but it didn't open. Frantic now, she clawed at the knob, shoving all of her slight weight against the door and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Daddy! Daddy! The monster! Daddy! Help me, Daddy! Oh please....help me!"

Splinters lodged themselves beneath her nails as she scratched and clawed at the old wood, trying to get to a safe haven, trying to reach daddy. Her long black hair seemed a thing alive, dancing to the tune of chaos against the back of the white nightie she wore. Teddy, if he had been a living thing, would be dead from the choke hold she held around his neck with her other hand.

Suddenly, the door opened and she fell through in her panic, not bothering to look behind her, not wanting to know what it was that chased her. She ran down the hall to Daddy's room, and noticed his door was open. His door was never open. Daddy must've been eaten by the monsters. Oh no.

Not bothering to pause and check, she ran through the house, finally coming to the front entrance. Daddy was there talking to a strange lady. Who was the lady? Why was he pointing his shotgun at her? He only used the shotgun when he went hunting. Those thoughts flashed through her mind, even as she ran forward, her little arms wrapping around daddy's leg even as she opened her mouth to issue forth frantic words, "Daddy! I thought the monster ate you! He's in my room. Daddy. Why didn't you help me you said you'd help me if the monsters came and he came and you didn't come help me because you were in here with this woman." She buried her face against his pajama clad leg, her body trembling and tears flowing freely down her face leaving behind pale tracks of moisture.
 
Leering eyes, silhouettes of orange twisted into a semi-conductive yellow that frothed with in the sudden surge of electricity belittling the sky, t'was a thunderstorm, adding only to the ominicity of the likeness of a little girl, a little girl standing outside of an open window, a little girl that just ran from her room.

It was her complete opposite yet an exact duplicate the fostered grin, the smile 'pon those young lips and even younger appearing face, it held the exact same mess of sleeping hair, held the same odeous stench of morning breath, and even grasped a likeness of the teddy with in it's arms.

It walked, bare feet scrunching in the dampness of morning dew, it drug, small fingers against the side of the house leaving an inky blackness against it's side panel. It turned a corner to the front of the house where it witnessed the likeness of so many others scattering from the bushes, hiding, stalking whimpering as it approached the patio, it's small feet thudding as step after step allowed it to escalate the three stairs to the wooden structure that lead to the door, and there it waited.

Small breaths, a reverbrance of inward and outward exhalations tainted the door, the moisture it's breaths created leaving a likewise inky blackness against the wooden barrier, aged already through seasons of being untreated it served to creak audibley, making all with in apparent of it's presence.

And then the knock applauded it's coming, one, two, three raps against the aging door, weakened even more so by the corruption of it's breath, splintering pieces of wood fell from it's once sturdy frame, shattering, breaking against the wooden floor. And then it knocked again, larger pieces of wood falling, breaking, shattering against a floor which now boasted the same likeness as the door, it was rotting, rotting beneath a slick film of ink.

Something was here... Something was on the other side of that door...


And just then the house alighted, eerily becoming ominous to the illumination of a streak against the sky, lightning stuck close, to close. Revealing the fields littered with what appeared to be neighbors, friends and family visible in only the moments when lightning flashed.
 
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Alarmed at the fact that his daughter had woken up, his prized posession ever since his wife had been swept away by celestial powers, only aware of her pressence by the act of grasping onto his leg. Startled, he almost pulled the trigger, but the better of him won over. It wasn't long before he too realized something wasn't right, but he was a rational man; the house shaking was illogical, unless an angry mob awaited them outside. "Get away from the door miss," he said quietly as pieces of wood and dust fell onto her head. He bent down a bit to unply his daughters hands from his legs. Her safety was his top priority... and he'd be willing to die for her at any stage of his life just so she could be successful at life's endeavors. "Take my daughter and go out the back, keep her safe for me... please," he pleaded with his intruder who was on his side of the door, and whatever lie in wait on the otherside, would meet lead. "Lulu, (the nick name for his daughter Lauren) I'll meet up with you later, I promise. Now go!" He walked up closer to the door and placed his other hand on the bottom of the shotgun for support. As soon as they were out of the vicinity of the doorway, he began firing upon it. A shot, then a graceful cock, then back towards the door for yet another rain of lead. Whatever was on the other side of the door, would not only break down the door if he didn't stop it momentarily, but also collapse the house on all of them. He had never believes in crop circles or ghosts, but he could feel his skin crawl because he knew his maker was on the other side of that door. The door was filled with holes, but he heard no screeches of pain from the other side, and all he could see through the spaces was a void of black.

(P.S. If anyone would sell Leo some stuff in the ayenee capital city post I made I'd greatly appreciate it.. Much love, Eric ^_^)
 
No screeches, pain was non existent in the air, but terror was. It crawled forth like a rasping tendril of heart squeezing terror. On the other side of those bullet holes this farmer, this properties owner saw them, an eye in one of the holes, peering in. It blinked,

“Daddy! Let me in! I’m scared! Daddy! Daddy! They’re coming daddy! Let me in! Oh no they’re coming!” screams, a little girls screams, Lauren’s screams. This fathers daughters screams.

He could hear her pounding on the door, beating it with her fists in what could only be surmised as abject terror! “They’re touching me! They’re hurting me! HELP ME DADDY!!!”

Silence filled the air after one more ear shattering, heart stopping scream. The eye was gone from the bullet hole, the door began to creak…slowly opening.. swinging on one hinge. Just a crack… Just enough space for the next flash of lightning to give sight two tiny fingers… Fit for a child sliding through that creak, grasping the edge of the door and oh-so slowly pushing it further in.

“She’s my family now…” The words destroyed the mortal perception of all that was right and existent. This sound.. it wasn’t man. It was something else. It was cold.

“Daddy… why did you shoot me?” The door opened past it’s halfway mark, leaving the image of his daughter, his lovely daughter staring at hm with half of her right cheek gone and several pellet holes in her throat.. “It hurts daddy…”

And in the moments of stupor this moment was sure to make… The farmer, and the two women, his daughter and the older lady if they were still there would hear the sound of flesh and liquid rushing against glass… It was the image of that woman, her exact opposite as seen before licking the window so eerily from outside, shoving her cheek against it’s surface….just before she slammed her head into it’s surface, sure to break it from the outside in.

One more streak of lightning showing more, more denizens of the nearby town, Gathering in the woods, in the fields seemingly lifeless, walking dead. Where would they go? Out the back door? Surely there were more out there? Out the front door, what was this little girl capable of? The windows… No… they were occupied, one broken the others had more, more of theese impossible beings standing outside of them.. In unison licking the glass, kissing it’s surface, rubbing their cheeks against it’s cold wet pliance.
 
Tendrils of darkness encompassed his body as once the eyes met with his, his pupils dialated and digressed into white clouds. He saw his wife for what seemed like an eternity, the bullet holes in his daughter raised questions in his mind as he flickered back to reality for brief seconds pushing him to insanity. The brain not being able to comprehend such unearthly thoughts; he knew his weapon of choice would not hold off these creatures, and thats when it happened. His thoughts were no longer his own as he could feel his conciousness become enslaved by the shadows. With the brief seconds left he had, his eyes began to turn a crimson, and he placed the shotgun to his head. "Sorry, LuLu... I couldn't keep my promise," not being able to shed any tears as he pulled the trigger. Fragments of periosteum pierced through the window. From the temporal lobe through the parietal lobe on the opposite hemisphere, the old wooden ceiling fan came crashing down; collapsing on his newly decapitated body, which had fallen to its knees. The farmer's life had come to an end, and his spirit had melted away into the shadows, not being freed, but tortured by what had enveloped his cabin.

(Well if you put all my posts together its a long one X_X, they'll get longer with time I promise...)
 
Somewhere in the distance, Lauren heard the screaming of a girl. Somewhere in the darkness that surrounded them, reality invaded. She watched as her father and the monster collided on some plane she could never hope to enter, her innocence destroyed as the explosion of the fatal gunshot was drowned out by a sudden crack of thunder.

She realized suddenly that she was screaming. Her body stiff with undefined terror, she dropped to her knees on the floor, her small hands now bereft of Teddy, that companion who through the years had held the monsters at bay after a bad dream, his form soaking up the puddle of blood that poured from daddy's headless neck.

More splinters from the worn floorboards lodged themselves beneath the surface of her almost translucent skin, but she didn't care. Let the monsters come, let the darkness consume her. Daddy was gone and there was nothing left for her.

She had forgotten about the lady. The lady should run. Lauren should tell the lady to go, to leave her with the mangled form of her daddy, but she couldn't choke any words past the tears that now consumed her. Daddy. Her grief was a monstrous thing all its own. It blocked out the reality of the invading forms, turned the frightful storm to nothing more than a distant rumble. Daddy.

Over and over in her mind, the same thought played, "Daddy is gone. Mommy is gone. I'm alone. Daddy is gone. Mommy is gone. I'm alone...."

She was on the verge of insanity, but her young mind would not comprehend such a thing. It was difficult for an adult to imagine such a horrifying blow to one's emotions in such a short time, but to an 8 year old child whose innocence blanketed most harsh realities of the world, it was an incomprehensible thing.

Lauren threw herself onto the still form, sobbing out her sorrow, screaming her grief. Tears trickled down her cheeks to roll off the end of her chin and plop, plop into daddy's blood they fall. Blood smeared her cheek as she brushed her face back and forth against his chest, his body having hovered momentarily and allowing gravity to do it's cruel duty before crumpling to the floor in an unceremonious heap. Oh, daddy.
 
There was no emotion, no anger, no grief, no hatred...Only the likeness of a mangled little girl, half her cheek gone, pellet holes in her throat. What remained of her lips, but a few scabs of hanging flesh twisted up into what may have at one time been a smile.

Curling toes flexed with in that small pool of blood, sloshing the thick substance betwixt each tiny didgit. A step was taken, and then another..."Oh daddy... why...?" Was all this being said before coming to a like-wise kneel before this headless corpse, so close to this sobbing little girl.

Ideally one hand touched, if only trying to comfort Lauren through bodily contact, like any other human being would, a pat may turn into an embrace or a hug... "Now were..." And like Lauren...this little girl began to sob, cry even. As if she had lost her father.

It didn't matter to her that the others were still outside, it didn't matter to her that the door was now open, that the others were coming up the stairs, towards the door, into the cabin, it appeared as though she were the little girl, that she was Lauren, and her father had died.

"Why daddy...?" The fingers of one hand carressed the gnub that at one time supported this farmers neck whilst the other hand sought comfort in stroking Lauren's hair, running those didgets through gnarled locks, not yet straightened through brushing after a night of slumber.

"I Think...he's...dead..Daddy's...dead..."

As if on err, or human terror, horrification she broke down. This little girl turned to her daughter and threw both arm's around Lauren, crying..broken down sobbing.
 
Lauren looked up at the grotesque little girl, her grief momentarily forgotten at this new turn of events. Herself? An inner reflection of how she felt. Yes, that was more fitting.

She felt the cold touch of the girl, like a dead thing stroking her hair, causing tiny shivers to run up and down her spine. Her heart was repulsed, but her mind beyond comprehension. A friend. A new friend. A thing to live for, to want, to need. All children want friends and this would be her new one.

She no longer cried. She no longer screamed. There was no hope for daddy now, no place other than her mind. In her mind, daddy was still alive. This thing on the floor, this terrible corpse, this wasn't her daddy. She turned instead to the lady. The lady was trying to hurt her daddy. The lady must be destroyed.

Her pretty, innocent little face twisted to something horrible. Her blue eyes narrowed in anger as she looked upon the countenance of the woman. She had to kill the woman before the woman killed daddy.

Lauren turned and picked up Teddy, now covered in daddy's blood. With a strength unnatural for an 8 year old, she ripped off the head of the bear, throwing it to the side, discarded rubbish. Daddy could live without a head. So could Teddy. All Daddy needed to live was blood. So it was the same for Teddy.

Without thought, she mopped up Daddy's puddle of blood, using Teddy's soft brown fur. Now Teddy lived, as Daddy lived. She turned, offering her hand to the grotesque reflection of herself. Her friend would help her kill the evil lady. Lulu and Lauren. Lauren and Lulu. Together they were unstoppable and now neither would ever be alone again. They would be together forever. They were friends. They were family. Sisters. Blood sisters. Lauren had always wanted a sister, and Lulu would be her sister. Lulu could change shape. Lauren couldn't. But Lauren had always known that Lulu was special. The had been together forever. Hadn't they?

Lauren couldn't remember when Lulu had arrived. Lauren only knew that the lady was trying to kill daddy. The lady would hurt daddy. Lauren couldn't allow that. Lulu would help her. Lulu. Lulu. Like a tune stuck in your brain, her name repeated over and over. Lulu. Lulu. All that was important was that the lady die. Kill. Kill. Murder. Kill the lady before she kills daddy. Kill the lady who killed Lauren's mommy. Kill. Kill. Together they would take revenge on the world that had abondoned them. Lulu. Kill. Lulu. Help me kill her. Lulu. Daddy. Mommy. Revenge. Hate. Anger.
 
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(This post is JUST for the final of my paper...Please IGNORE it and go on with the rp..All players are getting credit in the papers footnote, if you wish your r/l name instead of your s/n please let my know today...The paper gets handed in at 9am Wednesday)

Outside a mid summers storm took it's fury out upon the forest night.

She had awoken with a start, her heart racing triple time, unsure as to what had triggered this alarming response. As she sat up preparing to draw back the thin sheet that covered her form she thought she heard a sound with in the 4 walls of her room. Stopping in mid motion she changed her direction and reached for the cord of the lamp upon the table beside her bed, fingers shaking she reached for the cord, fumbled once then gripped the tiny chain and pulled, jerking her hand back to her side immediately. The light gave little help to calm her nerves, its small pool of illumination reached no further then the foot of her bed and what ever had made the sound was nearer to the door then her bed, for the moment that is, until her mind stepped in to correct her. Eyes straining to see what seem to be an outline of a person a few feet from the lights pool, she leaned a bit closer to the beds edge, then gasped and back tracked across the thin cotton sheets nearly choking on the scream that was lodged with in her throat.

Outside the night sky light up with a crackle of lightening, illuminating the small room, it was enough light for her to see the curtains blowing inward and brushing the large standing mirror beside the bedroom door. The choked scream because an uneasy laugh as the woman slid slowly off the bed and moved to the open window. Fighting the curtain back she closed the window with a soft thump, and then quickly retreated to her bed with a shiver in her step. Once there she pulled the sheets up tightly around her throat, reached over and pulled the small lights cord, returning the room to darkness. She rolled over away from the doorway, then curled back into the soft down of the mattress and waited for her heart beat to return to normal as she attempted to drift back off to sleep.

With in 15 minutes the woman’s heart beat had slowed, her breathing had become the steady rhythm of one who was now adrift in the land of dreams. While outside the storm continued to rage on, thunder booming in the distance and lightening farther away so that when it struck the small room was barely alighted. The storm’s sounds masked the small foot falls upon the landing outside her room, but the lightening gave shape to the small forms of two little girls, one clutching a headless teddy bear, that stood silently in the door way.
 
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(Sorry it took so long to respond. Had a busy day at work and while I am actually taking care of a technical problem I can not multi task)

It was to late, they had no warning or chance. It started slow, the first few cases were chalked up as missing persons and homicide yet all to soon it became evident Something was wrong. Whispers confiscated the streets of the bloody sisters, two little girls not so sweet and innocent. Families became separated through the disappearence of loved ones, the homeless went missing and Office buildings became skeleton like in their crew. This city, once a booming metropolis suffered.


The storm continued to rage, days passed into weeks since that horrid night, the night this terrified woman saw the unspeakables of what lie on the other side. What terrors exist in the dead of night. And yet never once did that storm extinguish it's wrath, as if fueled by some external force. An ominous tune to the terror that gripped the city. A strangle hold to outside communication much as the terror wripped the vivacity out of daily life.

Did she have restless moments or slumbering nightmares? Did she have patches beneath her eyes reminiscent of a sleepless epidemic? The horror of that night, a night where she was chased from her bed into the cold unrelenting storm that still weeks later brewed and boomed with the animocity of the dead. But it was in that storms ire, in the horror of a lightnings steely flash that they grew, as cold as death itself, as eerie as the downcast illumination or the pitter patter of oversized rain swelling against dampened shutters that they lurked, small forms of children, two little girls staring at this terrified peddling woman, two sets of eyes, one unseen in the dark, the other flickering orange.

So sweet and innocent it was terrifying in itself, horrifying in it's monotone. It was to perfect, to pure. "Are you our mommy, do you want to play, come play with us!"

Her face, though unseen past the darkness remained still, those lips never moved into a smile or a frown. Emotionless passives flooded their torment. The Other's, resemblences of mortal man, woman and child, exact duplicates yet the total opposite, noone knows where they came from, noone knows who they are, all that is known is fear, fear of being replaced.
 
Her lips moved in silent prayer, she was praying for something to keep her safe, for something good to happen, she was praying for anything that wasn’t evil to befall her. There wasn’t a muscle in her body that didn’t ache; there wasn’t an inch of her skin or hair that wasn’t covered in some form of grime. As she huddled among the cobwebs that grew thick under the floorboards of the small empty house on the outskirts of town, 16 year old Megan fought to stay awake until what passed for daylight came.

For what seemed like months but was probably only a few weeks, day time and night was almost interchangeable due to the ever present storm that had engulfed her town, perhaps even the world for all she knew. Megan knew nothing about what had caused her world to tip upside down, she knew very little about the haunted looking clones of the people that once thrived in this place she once loved, she knew even less about the two little girls who stalked the night. What Megan did know was that it was slightly safer to travel by day then by night, that she wanted her parents or even her bratty little brother here with her, that she was hungry and tired and that life as she knew it was over.

Something thumped against the wooden floor inches above her head, Megan froze in silence. Something thumped again, and then again. Slow steady footfalls moved in the building above her. Megan curled into a tighter ball, closed her eyes and once more began to silently pray for something good to happen.
 
Mommy. Daddy. Lulu. Mommy. Daddy. Lulu. Mommy. Daddy. Lulu....Lulu....Lulu?

Lulu had been with Lauren forever. For as long as she could remember. Once upon a time, Lulu had been Lauren's "special friend." Only Lauren could see Lulu. Lulu would only talk to Lauren. And then mommy died. And Lulu became mommy. And then daddy died. And then Lulu became daddy. And now, Lulu was Lauren and Lauren was Lulu. They would keep Teddy safe forever. Teddy needed blood. Lots and lotsa blood. Teddy made Lauren and Lulu kill people. Teddy said that if they didn't he would die. Just like mommy. Just like daddy. And if Teddy died, then Lulu would go away because Lulu said Teddy was special to her. So Lauren would give Teddy blood. For Lulu.

Sometimes they played games. People knew about them now. People knew that they needed to give Teddy blood, and so, when they saw Lulu and Lauren together, they would run. Or they would try to hurt them. And that wasn't fair. They said nasty things. They called Lulu and Lauren evil. They called Lulu and Lauren bad words. They hated them. And Lauren didn't like to be hated. Neither did Lulu. So Lauren didn't feel so bad about having to keep Teddy alive anymore.

At first, when they first started making the blood for Teddy to live, Lauren would cry. And Lulu would scold her for crying. She would ask, "Don't you want Teddy to live? You have to give Teddy blood to live." And Lauren already knew that. Lauren didn't like to make Lulu mad at her. Things had changed though. Now people hated Lauren. So now Lauren didn't cry anymore when they killed people. People were mean and ugly on the outside.

One time, Lauren had cut out a lady's heart. She had held it in her hand and it beat against her fingers, shooting blood all over and making a great big mess. Lauren had liked the way the heart had beat. But she was afraid Lulu would scold her like mommy did for making a big mess. But she hadn't. Lulu loved Lauren and Lauren loved Lulu. They were family now. They were what Lulu called "Blood Sisters." Lauren didn't really know what was funny about that, cause sometimes Lulu laughed about it, but she did know that they really were sisters. They didn't have the same mommy, but they were twins.

And now it was time to kill this new lady. Well, maybe she wasn't a lady, but she was more grown up than Lauren and Lulu. Lauren sat in the corner of the livingroom and whimpered just like Lulu had told her. She thought about daddy's body laying in the livingroom without a head and that made her cry. She needed to cry so that lady would get out of her bed and come see what was wrong with Lauren. Then Lulu would come too and they would all three be "blood sisters." Lulu said Lauren could cut out the heart. Lauren liked doing that. Maybe she would save this one. She had never had a big sister.
 
Speckles of light flushed through the crevice above that woman's head. She most likely couldn't see what lie beyond that wooden barrier but she could hear the sounds emanating from the other side. Hard thuds and the sound of a giggling girl running to and fro, as if she were playing confirmed only by the resulting dampening of light here and there, t'was where the foot fell.

"Lauren come on! She wants to play again! Mommy said she's bored!" That child's voice was so excited, radiating with childhood innocence and ploy. "Mommy, why do you look so scared, mommy whats wrong? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? MOMMY!?!"

BANG! It resounded, it screamed,it hollared from above. It was the sound of something hitting the floor, the sound of something in pain yet drown out by the sound of a giggling child, a little girl but what? The answer came all to soon for Megan.

Warm, slick and salty. A few drops touched the floor creating the sound of sloshing droplets before several more fell, some perhapse hitting Megan, the top of her head, maybe her clothing, if examined it would prove to be...blood.

The childish laughter and giggling continued...
 
Horror kept Megan frozen in place, she didn’t even dare to raise her hands to cover her ears for fear that little sound would draw attention to her hiding place. She felt droplets of warm thick fluid hit her bare arms and neck, she could smell the coppery tinge of blood in the air. If she could have willed herself invisible or vanish from this spot in time, she would. But Megan had no super powers; this wasn’t some late night movie where a hero would burst into the scene and save her. No, this horror taking place was all to real and all she could do was stay where she was, unmoving and silent, and pray that the horror taking place above her would not seek her out.
 
Lulu? Lulu's voice rang out. Mommy? Lulu had changed her mind then. Lauren no longer had to cry. Lauren smiled then. A smile that while sweet, lacked any sort of innocence. She smiled a smile of corruption. Of evil. She skipped along the livingroom floor, Teddy dangling by one arm from her right hand, her long black hair curling sweetly around her little face and then lifting, lifting as she was in the air, and then lying flat again as she hit the floor. Skip. Skip. Skip.

"Come out, come out where ever you are."

A childish tune that any normal child would use with a friend when playing hide and seek. But Lauren was as normal as Lulu. Skip. Skip. Skip. Up the stairs she went. A hallway. Hrm. The doors were pretty and white. Maybe Lulu would let her paint when they found the lady. Lauren liked to paint. She stopped skipping, placing a single hand on the white wall, standing just at the top of the stairs. Finger painting. That was fun.

"Lulu....Lulu.....Luluuuuuuuuu!"

She called for her sister. This game was boring. They should just go ahead and kill the lady now so they could play a different game. Lauren let out a child's delightful giggle at the idea, and the sound echoed throughout the empty house.

Step. Step. Step. Lauren walked to the first door. She slowly turned the knob and knocked it open. "Boo!" There was no one there. Hmmm. Another room or should Lauren check the closet? Questions. She heard Lulu moving around downstairs now. Was the lady downstairs? She wasn't sure.

Turning from the room, she moved back down the stairs. Lulu needed her. The lady wasn't upstairs. The house felt so empty. Lauren didn't like that the house felt empty. Had they lost her? But no. Lauren could almost taste the tang of the blood. The lady was here somewhere.

She whistled rock-a-bye baby as she skipped through the livingroom into the kitchen. "Lulu?" The door to the basement was there, but there was no immediate sign of Lulu.

Lauren pulled out a chair from the old table, disturbing cobwebs as she did so. She checked for spiders and then crawled onto the chair, her legs dangling over the side. She swung them back and forth, whistling to herself as she waited for Lulu to come. If the lady wasn't upstairs, she was either here or in the basement. Lulu would come soon and they would explore together. Lauren liked exploring.
 
Violent explosions of lightning refracted shards of light throughout the small room. A room that was drenched in shadows except for the moment when the storm chose to outline anything within. The room was made of wood, though the slats were only visible with the brief encounter of light. There wasn't any furniture, nor curtains. Just one door to enter and exit and one rectangular window that did a pathetic job of keeping the rain out.

Pitter-pat.

The sound of rain drizzled against the rooftop, down the pane and a steady trickle broke through the glass to land in sploshes on the floor.

Slop....plop...

The similar sound of blood as it dripped from a stuck pig.

In the midst of the room, a single figure sat on the floor with no specific clothing covering it, but clearly in a deep meditative state. Much like a snake would be in locating a rat that hid within the room. It was merely a shadow itself. A blackened human-like outline with no face in particular. Beyond the sound of the rain a soft even cadence of breath filled the air. Another flash of lightning illuminated the black substance but then drowned it once more in the darkness.

"Lulu...." The voice rippled out with dark femininity in it. When the lightning flashed once more, the refraction of what could only be deemed as a piranha's smile was evident. Closer and closer it came...
 
(Posted REALLY quick before I went to bed)

Giggling and laughter came to a fall out, they were ended as suddenly as they began with but the whim of a tossed head, ah yes another head went rolling. This time however it found it's new source of touch. Perhapse the foot or toes of an approaching femininity. A woman yes but something more...perhapse this would be her new mother...

All thoughts of playful gatherances came to an immediate hault whence her eyes drifted up from the rolling head at the feet of this ominous presence to her own distinct gaze, that smile...it brought even a shiver to the spine of this creature...of the other, however on the outwards gaze and personification Lulu held steady, emotionless and calm.

Her voice as excited as whence she wripped this woman's body limb from limb...no tools visible, perhapse with her hands?

"Wanna play ball?! LAUREN COME PLAY CATCH WITH US!" Excitedly she pointed at the head near the feet of this new woman.
 
She had been separated the moment that she spoke the 'child's' name. Yet in this state of silence, the outstretch of her thoughts and of her words had found it's target. Much like a voice in through a telephone, Lulu had unknowingly brought this being into the exact place where she was.

A successful convergence of placement. From one place to the next by mere thought. Now this being, she, went from seated to standing. A thick shadow outlined with shoulders, waist and an overall shape that was equivalent to human. Yet the only visible item on this 'shadow' was when it smiled with teeth as white as ivory and as sharp as daggers.

The sound much like a bowling ball filled the air, though softer and uneven. It would undoubtedly be this way for a head was not perfectly round. It would sound much like a roll-thump, roll-thump. How far it would roll would depend on the momentum, for understandably the nose would act like a doorstop. It had enough momentum, though, to reach the shadow and be stopped by it. Though she had been easily seen as a blackened figure, at the moment she had been immaterial. She had been but mist in the air that was concentrated to a certain degree until shape had occurred.

At the first touch, she had become solid and hovered in stance over Lulu. Her target. Though eyes were unseen, she saw this figure. She saw it for it's truthfulness and the layers beneath. The knowledge that she had found what she had been looking for gratified her beyond words. Her height was undetermined, and ever changing. Every motion would change the appearance of her apparent shape, but as her arm snaked down and claws as white as her teeth appeared from the appendages...she always remained at a constant size intentionally elevated over Lulu. An authoritative figure, a resemblance of power.

squish

Daggers of the 'fingers' sank into the eye sockets of the head and, with the sound of broken bone echoing the air, emerged out of the side of the skull. It would appear as if she were holding something as soft and pliable as a grapefruit, but should she choose, with undetermined strength, she could crush this skull with but a flick of her wrist.

So...Lulu wanted to play. With the ominous presence grinning with all intent hidden, she waited for Lauren to answer.
 
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