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I shot another blast of that dark thing at the demon.
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This has to be the best line of the story.
Awesome as Always Frik! Good to see you on the boards. I have not been as regular here as i used to be and must have missed this when you originally posted.
Ima Mankiller@Ima
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I'm aware that something is off kilter in my head. Doc thinks it's a a form of schizophrenia, split personality...whatever. He has no clue what's going on in my head, and even if he did I'm sure that he couldn't put me into any of his classification. All I know is that there is a part of me I have no control over. It comes out in stressful situations. Trust me when I say that lately there has been a lot of 'stressful' situations. I'm jumping ahead of myself let me start from the beginning.
At the age of eleven my family on a move from Salem, Massachusetts to Atlas City got into an accident. Everyone: mother, father, my twin sister Alex dies. Now, I'm not sure why the damn Fates intervened but they did. I lived..they didn't. Screw the Fates. I sooo have a bone to pick with them...anyways, I digress. They were my only family, because of that I was put into foster care. Riiight, I don't know why they even say 'care'. All I am is a cash crop for the fosterers.
Up until now there have been two events that have changed the way I viewed the world, the death of my family and the events that occured on one fateful night. At the age of sixteen I was placed in a home that gave me the heebie-jeebies. I mean if Lovecraft was alive today, he would model his antagonists after these folks. They weren't outright ....mean to me. But they were reeeeeally scary. It still gives me goosebumps thinking of them.
After being awoken by some scuffling noise outside, I went to investigate. I peeked through the window and I noticed two hooded figures leaving the house. I knew one of them was Enis, the head of the household that was fostering me. He always carried a staff, it never left his side. Out of curiosity I followed them through the woods behind the house. I trailed them to a clearing where they joined other hooded figures. They all stood around what looked like a fire pit. The pit though didn't have a fire, in its place was a sickly kind of green light. I watched in fascination as they began to chant. It was in a language I have never heard. The people and that eerie light, plus that language couldn't possibly equal a PTA meeting. It was creepy, but after a minute or two of watching it became horrifying.
From the darkness I heard a scream. Two of the creepies had dragged a woman, who looked to be about my age, into the the green pit. I watched frozen as they muttered words that silenced the poor girl. And in utter stupor I watched as the girl began to levitate into the air. I was stuck, my legs wouldn't move and I knew I couldnt give my position away by leaving. The strange language just got louder and louder and the green mist greener. My heart went out to the girl, she was crying but she couldn't utter a word . Then, right before my eyes something tore out from within her! It wasn't fast..it was excrutiatingly slow.I could hear her skin ripping apart and blood was spilling copiously everywhere! I couldn't even imagine what pain she was going through. A hand that looked like it could belong to the grim-reaper himself was digging itself out from within the womans body. I watched as both hands clawed out and ripped the poor woman into two.
What emerged from that torn body was a demon of sort! What was once a scared girl in the pit now layed a messy husk of skin and innards and over that now hovered that an emaciated demon! This demon thing ,because in my mind it had to be a demon, was a flying torso with a long wing-span. It's skull was demonic in nature, where his eyes should have been only had a faint glow of red too it. Its maw was filled with razor like teeth. It was death that I saw that day. All bones he was and a piercing shreik that made me shutter to the marrows of my body.
I screamed. My self-preservation just went out the window. Now, their attention was on me. I remember running and tripping and the the taste of fear that was in my mouth that night. The shreiking was becoming louder. That thing was after me! Then something bizarre happened, as if in a dream my conscious subsided into a safe haven somewhere within me. I watched from within as I stopped, became calmed and turned to the beast behind me. Inside, I was screaming to myself RUN, but I felt another presence that wouldn't comply. I heard myself utter words, words that made were almost similiar to what those awful people were saying. I watched as my right arm flung out and.....a blanket of black smoke sprung out from it!
The blast hit the beast startling it for a second or two. The thing flew at me faster, the closer he got the calmer I felt. Then, as that thing was a foot away from me I felt myself smiling. Tentacles!! Tentacles upon tentacles were coming up from the ground to envelope the demon. Moans and other un-nerving sounds were coming form the thing I conjured. They were slick, black and writhing . Different sizes of them were holding this demon at bay. I shot another blast of that dark thing at the demon.
As I was doing it, I heard myself shout, "I don't think Frik enjoys being hunted and used for your demonic games! Try taking me on!"
Frik? I haven't heard that in years! Only my sister called me that! What was happening? It even sounded like her, my twin! I wanted to say something, anything, but that other entity inside me wouldn't let me.
As the screaming thing died from the damage that Frak dealt it, (I say Frak because I know that what I did that night didn't spring from me!) the rest of the sinister group had caught up to me! I heard myself/Frak laughed! "Bring it on guys!! C'mon, you wanna play with little girls? Well play with this..!" As she said that more tentacles sprung out to capture the group. "Damn you!"
I felt Frak fight for all she was worth but I felt my body's energy dwindling. A few more dark bursts later into the captive group and I knew that we couldn't hold them for to long. "Well Frik, I can do more..." I heard myself say outloud. No!! The part of me that was holding my conscious freed me.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo! DON'T LEAVE!" I cried out as I was freed from that strange hold.
"Alex? Frak? Where are you? " I screamed. So shocked was I from the emergence of that other self and the void it left behind when Frak left, that I almost forgot the peril I was in. The hooded group was on me.The tentacles left as soon as the voice did. Now, there was nothing that held them back! Their beady red eyes glared down at me as hands upon hands were tearing at me.Tearing at my skin, at my clothes. I didn't want what happened to that poor girl happen to me. One of them grabbed me. I recalled being dragged to that green circle. I struggled for all I was worth to escape their clutches, but I was weak and in a panic. They placed me within the green light. I was held, my babbling cries were silenced as they spelled me into acquiesced. I was done for.
"See, I thought everyone stood me up at Pocket D. No one told me ya'll moved the party to here. Tsk tsk tsk boys. You should know better than to stand a woman like me up." said a woman from the darknes.
A woman dressed in black straps that showed her pale skin walked into my line of vision. Oh god!! GET AWAY! I screamed at her in my head. These people are evil! She calmly walked into the throng, and as she got closer I noticed that black wispy like smoke was emminating from her. I saw sheer pleasure in her eyes as she scanned them. She glanced quickly at me then to one of the hooded figures that was chanting. Within a blink of an eye I saw the same kind of tentacles that other side of me conjured quickly shroud them. Only these were bigger and seemed to inflict more damage that what mine did.
I was free from my prison as the tentacles devoured the chanters. The rest of the crowd immediately sprung into action and proceeded to attack my savior. I watched as a the woman tackled the rest with surprizing speed, strength and agility.
With just her bare hands she tore into them like a mongoose to a snake. Bones cracked, people yelled , blood went everywhere as one by one the group dwindled. Bodies were scattered throughout the encampment by the time she got through with them. I watched in awe as she walked over to me.
Leaning in she gently lifted me up. I broke in her arms. Bawling like a baby, the events that just passed and the feeling of my dead sister so nearby was too much for me to handle. As I stood in her arms, I noticed a cloaked man running at her from behind. Before I could yell out a warning she had already placed me to safety and confronted her assailant. She gasped in surprised as her attacker managed to gouge her upper right arm with a glowing red knife. That really pissed her off. As she was getting ready to attack , she stumbled. Her left hand was trying to stay the blood that was pouring out of her wound profusely. Her eyes went wide at the severity of the attack. Looking at me she whispered weakly for me to get away.
No no no no! I couldn't let her die, not after what she did for me. Staring at her then back to the man who was cackling wildly about magical weapons and Spectral demons, the adrenelin began to pump through my body. As the buzz of it reached into my conscious something held me back, once again Frak emerged.
"That's more like it!" that other side of me said. The attacker was knocked back as I/Frak blasted that black thing from my hands.
"Frik, this lady needs attention! She isn't going to last very long without your help. Go! Aid her! You can do it!" she screamed outloud. Then I was back to being in control once again.
I had no clue what she was saying as I rushed to the aid of this stranger. Frantically, I searched the now unconscious woman. What? What? My hands fumbling about her person, trying to ascertain what Frak was trying to say to me. The attacker grinned from across the clearing and made his way towards me. As I reached the level of hysteria, my hands had made its way to the wound. From nowhere a blast of energy pulsed from me. It was so intense I had to close my eyes. From behind my lids I could see a brilliant green, not the sickly kind that I was locked into earlier. It was soothing and powerful this wave that I felt like I was riding. As I opened my eyes I could still feel it emanating from me and I knew that this hurt stranger had felt it too.
With relief, I saw the lady look at me quizzically, "Well done, little sister." she said with gratitude. With astonishment I realized her wounds had healed! I did that! She then stood up, cracked her neck and pinned her steely gaze on the man,"That's the only attack I'll allow you, your mine now!" She then proceded to emasculate him.
Afterwards, it was all a blur. The lady introduced herself as Lunar Eclypse. She then took me under her wings. I spent the next couple of years under her tuteledge, gaining confidence in my new abilities. I have accepted that even though my sisters physical body may have died, her spirit resides in me. I carry that knowledge with pride. Split personality my [censored]!
I am now nineteen and that fateful night has led me into a new direction. Much has happened since then. But that's a different story.