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Group: Psychics
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Member No.: 190
Joined: 13-February 12
The smell of something rancid slid into Sadie's nostrils. It was the first thing that made her wake up. The second had been some annoying dripping sound. It sounded like water was dripping into a puddle. Her blue eyes peeked out from under her lids, followed by a horrible headache. She guessed she had drank and done some drug that had knocked her ass out at a party, which seemed about right as she looked slowly around, until something hit her.
It was complete deja vu. The smell, the sound of the water dripping, and the faces of the other teenagers that were around her. She had had this vision not long ago, of all of them being taken by someone. It was the person that had been following her the last two weeks, watching her every move.
The lot of them were all bound, but at least they weren't gagged. Sadie's hands were tied behind her back, keeping her pinned against something. She kicked a foot out, trying to reach out and hit someone - it didn't matter who.
"Hey!" She whispered sharply, trying to wake them up. The hell were they? She looked around, trying hard to see where they were, but it was really dark in there. The only thing that was clear to her was the smell and the dripping sound. She was lucky she could make out the other faces in the dark.
There was movement by the doorway of the room they were in. Sadie glanced over quickly, but the person didn't come in yet. She let out a slow breath and looked over at the others. She noticed they were starting to come to. "Wake up!" She whispered again, trying to snag their attention.
Her first instinct had been to panic and scream or cry, but she bit back all the fear that was trying to surface and gulped hard. Her hands worked at the binding, trying to get free of it.
Group: Psychics
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Member No.: 176
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Dylan's experience with the Demons who took him had been horrible. He had come home to the most graphic and violent thing he had ever witnessed in his life. He had been excited to come home for once, his face still black and blue from where his step-father had hit him. But when he came home, that's not what he welcomed with. There was a heavy energy through out the house when he stepped in.
Carefully, Dylan walked through his house and what he saw killed him inside. Bright blue eyes wide as he stared at his step-dad who was surrounded in some pitch black energy, and some other person who had the same effect around them, holding his mother by the hair as she sobbed, and begged for mercy. When Dylan had stepped into the room, he looked at the two monsters standing there and after a short exchange of words and Dylan throwing salt at them, which only seemed to piss them off, they slit his mothers throat. The two left her there to choke on her own blood as they dragged the screaming teen off into the night.
Dylan couldn't remember how long he had been in the back of that van, it must of been days... All he remembered was waking up every now and then, though when he did and made too much movement, one of them would come back there and inject him with something that would knock his ass back out. What it was, it was powerful and worked fast.
Waking up in a dark room, finally things stopped shaking, and wondered if they had made it to their final dump spot. He thought he heard someone speaking, she didn't sound much older than him, his eyes slowly opening as he tried to take in his surroundings, wondering what the hell was going on... actually he had an idea what was going on. He had been doing a damn good job at avoiding these assholes.
Finally, he noticed someone else was in the room was with him, not just one, but two girls. He tried to blink awake, everything was numb and his limbs hurt, mostly his arms. "...'ello?" he barely got out, and went to move his hands but realized that they were bound. His eyes rolled slightly as he tired not to pass back out. It felt like his brain was shutting down and it was incredibly difficult to stay awake.
Forcing his eyes open again, he saw colors, they outlined the other kids who were with him, that was the only way he was able to make them out at all. The one that seemed to be most able to function was a very soft shade of green and light blue. "...'m trying.." he muttered out again.
Group: Psychics
Posts: 21
Member No.: 168
Joined: 29-December 11
{
TNo you don't know what it's like.
When nothing feels alright.
You don't know what it's like, to be like me.
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.
To be kicked, when you're down.
To feel like you've been pushed around.
To be on the edge of breaking down.
When no one's there to save you.
w e l c o m e
t o
m y
l i f e
When Emma woke her head was pounding. It was as though someone was playing the bongos directly on the soft tissue of her brain. She moaned silently, no sound escaping her lips from the discomfort she felt. Then came the awareness of her surroundings, the fact that she was in a small, dark room, and the obvious point that she was not alone.
Immediately her chest tightened. Emma didn't know what was going on. Did it have anything to do with her uncle? Had he found her? Was he punishing her? Her breath came quickly as panic rippled up her spine. She shoved her hand into her pocket trying to grasp her knives only to find that they were gone!
"Hush young one," Julien's voice cut through the darkness. Her ghostly companion. "There's two other's here with you. A boy and a girl about your age. Some other ghosts as well. Their mother's I believe."
Emma really didn't who was there. She just wanted out. Suddenly she was thinking that taking Sastre's offer of staying with him and Kay or staying at the shop hadn't been a bad idea. He was going to think she'd just run.
The young ghost seer sat up slowly and went to move back against wall, when she bumped into someone. She jumped and jerked away only to bump into someone else. There would be eeps and startled sounds coming from her lips, except she had no voice to make the sound. Instead she roughly pulled away and pressed herself into the wall, drawing her knees to her chest.
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That smell that was prickling Sadie's nostrils may or may not be familiar to the girl. Well, it would be obvious to anyone who had ever been around a demon before. It was the smell of sulfur. Delilah hated that damn smell but it seemed to follow her wherever she went. It reminded her of Hell. She hated Hell and never wanted to go back there. It was dark and furious and where she had spent hundreds of years being tortured into who she was today. No, she didn't like that smell at all.
Her task this time had been a simple one. Find the brats, get information out of them. Kill them if she had to. Children were a lot easier to take than adults. Children didn't know how to fight back as well and children frightened a lot easier. Heck, they might tell her what she so desperately craved to know before she even had to do anything to them. She would kill them anyway of course. But they didn't know that.
With a swing in her hips and a ferocious grin on her face, she opened the warehouse door that lead to the place where her captives were held. She looked into each of their pathetic little faces. How easy it would be to kill them. They didn't know how easily she could do it. She looked at the boy. He probably knew. It was just as easy as she killed his mother. With a smile, she clapped her hands together and walked closer. "Rise and shine my little darlings. It's time to wake up."
Group: Psychics
Posts: 34
Member No.: 190
Joined: 13-February 12
Sadie watched as the other kid struggled to wake then someone else moved. It was a quick movement and she bumped into her. "Hey! You're not tied up! Hurry! Untie me!" She was telling Emma who was quickly moving away, to where...she didn't know.
"Dammit!" She hissed as she jerked her hands hard, not caring if whatever bound them cut into her skin. She had already seen what happens here. She wasn't ready for a repeat of it. Her feet pushed against the ground, trying to stand, maybe whatever she was tied to would move or maybe it didn't extend all the way up and she could slip free.
Plans changed quickly as the warehouse door opened. Her eyes tried to adjust to a bit of light that spilled in. "We're already awake! You stupid bitch! Let us go!" She began cursing like a trucker at the woman that strolled in. Her eyes were burning with pure hatred, not that anyone could really see it in the darkness, aside from the demon.
Sadie didn't know anything about demons. She was quite oblivious to them, even for someone that was living on the streets. It had never been something she had had to deal with before, and even if she did know it wouldn't stop her from doing whatever it was she needed to do to get her out of this situation.
There was definitely something evil and menacing in the way she walked and spoke. It wasn't all that unusual for Sadie though. Her father, aunt and uncle, and even people out of the streets talked crazy like that. She was kind of used to it.
Group: Psychics
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Member No.: 176
Joined: 8-January 12
Dylan was still struggling to wake up when the two girls around him started to move around he honestly felt completely useless at the moment. He struggled to get his arms free weakly and with little effort his tiny wrists slipped free from poorly tied ropes. He figured he was poorly tied because he so drugged up on what ever the evil being had given him.
He didn't move much after that he didn't know what to say other than "shhh...." he whispered to them. Dylan's stomach twisted and he felt like throwing up (though it would have just been bile since he had nothing to eat for a while and it made his stomach hurt that much more.) he knew this pain he felt before and he knew what was coming, so he wasn't disappointed when the door opened up and it was the black eyed slut who had killed his mother.
Dylan was well aware of why they wanted him. He had been told on e before by another demon he had managed to get away from. They didn't want him using his powers to assist hunters in finding their kind and blow their cover. They couldn't hide him and he felt a small bit of pride because of that. He would be a dangerous hunter if he wanted to become one. That was his story and he wondered what the two girls in the room with him could do with his limited thought process. Keeping his arms behind him to look tied up still as the cocky bitch told them to wake up and the feisty girl snapped back at her and knew that probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.
Dylan honestly couldn't pull enough thought together to say anything back to her so he decided just Groan slightly and act as though he was still too messed up from the drugs he had been given. Hopefully if she thought he was still down she'd leave him be for now and he could try and think of something else.
((OOC: just so you know Laura the demons want them alive just broken spirited so they are willing to work with them. IM me or pm me for more info on demon plots for them Okies? :3)))
Group: Psychics
Posts: 21
Member No.: 168
Joined: 29-December 11
{
TNo you don't know what it's like.
When nothing feels alright.
You don't know what it's like, to be like me.
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.
To be kicked, when you're down.
To feel like you've been pushed around.
To be on the edge of breaking down.
When no one's there to save you.
w e l c o m e
t o
m y
l i f e
Emma was disoriented and confused. Why she hadn't been tied up like the others she didn't know. Maybe they thought her to be the weakest one. Even now her chest was tight, breath coming quick with the promise of an anxiety attack. Julien was murmuring to her softly, trying to keep her calm, but it was hard. There were too many people.
The other girl wanted Emma to untie her. Julien nodded, and Emma began unraveling the ropes that bound her wrists. She was almost done when the door swung open. She jerked away, hoping the woman didn't see her, and that also the other girl could slip from the bindings. Emma pressed herself against the wall, trying to look as small possible.
Julien stayed close to her, watching the woman with interest. Her ghostly companion was not at all amused, and Emma had a feeling if he was corporeal blood would be drawn. If any blood was going to be drawn at this moment, it was probably going to be one of their's.
With no way to escape yet, Emma sat there, trying to control her breathing, and her heart hammering in her chest.
Group: *~*INACTIVE*~*
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Member No.: 192
Joined: 16-February 12
These idiots were all incompetent. How could they not even tie up children? Sure she knew that Emma had been the last one to arrive but that didn't mean they had to throw her in there with the rest of them with her hands unbound. Just because the girl couldn't talk didn't mean she was stupid. She sighed inwardly. Oh well. Even if they did get loose they could never escape. The place was crawling with others like her. They would just end up right back here.
She tutted at them with a grin on her face. "Oh my what do we have here? Trying to get away? That wont happen." With all the carefulness she could muster, she went over to them to tie them back up. When she bent down to do so, the gun in the back of her jeans was very noticeable. She first took the time to tie Emma to a rusty old column made not of iron but brick. Then she checked the other two to make sure their bindings were tight again.
Oh how she wished she could kill them. Human children were so annoying and bothersome. But no. They were needed alive and healthy. The lucky little bastards. Well, that didn't mean she couldn't scare them. She picked up a long, jagged knife and started playing with it. She couldn't help but toy with them. It was her nature. It was so fun to watch them squirm. They were helpless. She had all the power.
"Well well well. If it isn't little Dylan." she started off in a quiet and hissing tone. "Want to know how I know your name?" She knelled down to look at him and smiled. "It was the name your mother was screaming out for as I slit her throat to shush her screams." She stood up and laughed. "With this very knife may I add." She could goad him all she wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.
Group: Psychics
Posts: 34
Member No.: 190
Joined: 13-February 12
The other boy was trying to quiet Sadie, but the last thing she wanted to do was to be quiet. She wanted to get out of these binds and get the hell out, which was why she was thankful when Emma came over to untie her. She was nearly there when the woman walked in. Little did Sadie know that she was a demon. Hell, she didn't even know demons were real.
"You stupid cunt!" Sadie cursed and continued on with some other choice words. She was not happy she was put into this situation. It scared the hell out of her and made her think of the situation she had with her aunt and uncle. Inside she was freaking out, and it was apparent by how much her body was shaking. She didn't need to look down to know what she felt. Tremors were coursing through her and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Oddly, she didn't feel as out of it as the other two from the drugs that had been put into them, but it could have been because Sadie was already heavy into drugs. Her body was kind of used to the highs and lows of it, so she didn't seem as affected by it as the others.
When the woman came over to tie them all back up, she kicked her feet out, doing everything to connect an angry foot with her. Adrenaline was also playing a huge part in this. She didn't want to die in here, but before she would let herself truly break down she was going to put up a god damn fight, especially as the woman moved to her. She kicked and jerked, doing all she could imaginable to hit the woman or get the hell out of the binds before she tightened it, but it came to no avail. Her wrists were bound tightly, yet again.
Her face paled when the woman confronted Dylan, speaking about what she did to his mother... Everything this woman was doing was hitting sore spots. Dead mothers, tying her up on the floor, and speaking of killing. "Leave him alone!" She yelled out at the woman, getting frightfully defensive.
Group: Psychics
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Member No.: 176
Joined: 8-January 12
When she walked over to check his bindings, he slipped his wrist back into them, holding them as tightly as he could so when she checked it, she would figure that his were the only bindings that were actually secure. Dylan had dealt with their kind before hand, even if it had only been briefly, he knew better than to underestimate them, or call them names, that only ends in a lot of pain.
Feeling a little more awake when the demon pulled away and decided to pick on him about his mother, he couldn't help but feel angry at her. He wished he had holy water, salt, anything to ward this thing off, anything to fight, but he was pretty sure he could barely stand let alone take something like her down, and on his own. Not that the two with him wouldn't be of any use, he was just pretty sure they had no idea what they were dealing with.
"Too bad you were too stupid to figure it out on your own." He told her in the rudest tone he could possibly muster. Way to go, he broke his own rule about not mouthing off to demons. For him, it was the only way to not visibly remember that night, he couldn't deal with it right now, and it hurt too much. Though what surprised him the most was the fact that the girl with the feisty attitude stood up for him so quickly.
He couldn't help but look at her, with the added light, he now noticed what both her and the quiet girl looked like. They were obviously both his age, which honestly surprised him. Though that thought didn't last long, he just wanted the demon to go away so the pain in his stomach would stop, he didn't want her to know, he knew she'd take advantage of it, and that wasn't what he wanted at all.
Group: Psychics
Posts: 21
Member No.: 168
Joined: 29-December 11
{
TNo you don't know what it's like.
When nothing feels alright.
You don't know what it's like, to be like me.
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.
To be kicked, when you're down.
To feel like you've been pushed around.
To be on the edge of breaking down.
When no one's there to save you.
w e l c o m e
t o
m y
l i f e
Emma whimpered silently as the demon tied her up. She tried to pull away, but living on the streets had taken it's toll. It was easy enough for the demon to tie her up to the brick column. She hadn't been kind about it either. The ropes dug into Emma's flesh, making her wince each time she tried to tug on her hands. There were going to be bruises, but somehow Emma thought that was the least of her problems.
"Stay calm young one." Julien's thick, French accent sliced through the darkness. It must have been obvious to him that Emma was on the verge of a panic attack. Just the sound of his voice was soothing, and Emma closed her eyes trying to do as he asked, but the tightness in her chest made it so very hard.
When the demon mentioned killing the boys mother Emma's eyes snapped back open and she looked over at him sympathetically. She knew what it was like to lose a mom. Well to lose her whole family really. In her case though it had been her mother that had taken the lives of her family, and tried to kill Emma. If there was any supernatural force behind it, the young girl didn't know, but she had been told on more than one occasion that something evil had been in the house.
"I have to get word to Sastre or the Old Man." She looked over at Julien. "But I dont' know how."
She knew that no one could hear their conversation. It was telepathic for her and no one else could see her ghostly companion. While everyone was too busy bitching back and forth, Emma was trying to figure out how to get help.
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Sadie's foot may have connected with her shin but she didn't really feel it. After all, it was the kick of a drugged up child, not even a hunter. Delilah smirked at her little prisoners and took her time walking back over to the edge of the room where a wheeled cart had been. She put the knife back down on it and looked at them. She looked at Dylan in particular. Out of all of them, Dylan was the only one she was positive knew what she was. She nodded at Sadie. "I like her spunk. Maybe some day after all this is over, I'll have one of my friends jump down her throat." She winked at him.
She kept her eye on them while also looking down at the cart. She knew from experience that children were a tad slippery and if she didn't watch them, one of them could slip out of their bounds and sneak up on her. They wouldn't be able to leave of course but she would get in a lot of trouble with daddy. That was a big no no. Every so often she would pick up an instrument of torture, pretending to examine it, and set it down. She wasn't actually going to use them. She hated them. But showing them to the children made them oh so frightened. They would be ripe for squeezing all the information from them.
She looked at them all again. One of the girls, Sadie if she remembered, lived on the streets and did drugs. She was the feisty one. She would be fun. The other girl, Emma was it?, was quiet. She didn't know much about the girl except that her entire family was dead. That was too bad. But she knew all sorts of things about Dylan. And he knew all sorts of things about her. This was just going to be a fun night. She could hardly contain herself. "So Dylan, I don't think they know yet. Why don't you let them in on our little secret? Why don't you tell them why they should be afraid? Tell them what I am." She grinned. It was so much fun making her prisoners do the dirty work.
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Joined: 13-February 12
"You stupid whore!" Sadie couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. She wanted to kick this woman's ass something fierce, and it bothered her that the woman didn't even flinch when her foot connected briefly with her shin.
"If I wasn't tied I'd..I'd make you eat dirt!" Among other things, but the drugs did keep her from coming up with some snippy ass remarks. She followed the woman with her gaze as she moved to some cart, but it didn't stop her from saying stuff. "You don't scare me!" She yelled at her, even if she did have fear oozing from her pores, especially as the woman played with some scary instruments on that cart.
Her piercing blue eyes focused in on the other two teenagers. She needed to think of a plan, a way to get them the hell out of there before crazy bitch decided to actually use one of those tools on them. Seriously, she'd seen some fucked up shit on the streets, but this was a little overboard for her. She hadn't seen anything like this before.
The woman then spoke directly to Dylan, mentioning something about their little secret. Her eyes focused in on him. They widened with fright. What did that boy know about this woman? She knew the woman had killed his mom. What else was there to all of this? Why was she so interested with this boy? And why the hell were her and the other girl here as well.
She quickly glanced at Emma. She hadn't spoken anything yet. What the hell was going on? What was she missing? She tried to convey with her eyes that they needed to get out or get help. How the hell were they going to do that?
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Dylan couldn't help but roll his eyes at the demon who was making him sick, and it was starting to become noticeable. These evil creatures always made him feel like this when he could pick up on them. Though when she told him to tell them what she was, why the should be scared, he knew they wouldn't believe him, why should they? There weren't suppose to be things like Demons and ghosts, those were just things that parents told their kids to get them to behave... right?
"If I tell them what you are... will you go the fuck away?" He asked, not really wanting to look at what she was playing with, though he felt like she was just bluffing. Demons did that from time to time, but depending on what they wanted from them, he felt that she might actually be willing to dig into them.
He couldn't help but give her an evil glare, taking another deep breath, trying to ignore the cocky smile on her face. "I... I'm going to assume that we all can do something different... and that's why you bothered to kidnap a couple troubled teenagers... and you're a monster." he said, wondering if his smart ass answer was going to get punished or not.
Group: Psychics
Posts: 21
Member No.: 168
Joined: 29-December 11
{
TNo you don't know what it's like.
When nothing feels alright.
You don't know what it's like, to be like me.
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.
To be kicked, when you're down.
To feel like you've been pushed around.
To be on the edge of breaking down.
When no one's there to save you.
w e l c o m e
t o
m y
l i f e
Emma listened to the others, unable to speak even if she wanted too. Only the sound of her breath was audible in the dark room. She saw the other girl look at her, saw the desperation in her eyes. The things the demon was saying was definitely scary. She had killed Dylan's mom? It made her absently wonder if it was a monster that had gone after her mom and made her do those things to her family. It was a fleeting thought though. There were more important things happening right now.
"They can't see me, la petite," Julien told her. He looked just as frightened as the rest of them. Even so I do not know where they are. As a ghost I am of no use.
Emma rubbed her face and looked to Sadie, then to Dylan then to the monster in the room. Emma didn't like people to begin with, but over the past few months she had managed to make a few friends. She wished she knew how to get word to them, but she had a middle school education and could hardly even spell. What was she supposed to do?
"There has to be a way to get help. Emma imagined she looked odd, staring at nothing, but while no one else could see Julien, Emma could and he was the only one who could understand her right now. Despite Sadie's pleading looks, Emma doubted the other girl would understand her, even if she signed.
Emma's chest tightened and she closed her eyes, feeling the pressing of panic upon her. She didn't want to fall into an attack, but she had no control of it. Still, she didn't like the way the monster was scaring the other kid. Taking her shoe off, she through it at the demon's head and then huddled in her corner, trying to breathe.
Building An Army [Emma, Dylan, Open]
