Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 10:40:58 GMT -5
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Run away
for the Devil is in my hand.
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| STRENGTH: 0 |
| ENDURANCE: 1 |
| MAGIC: 0 |
| BARRIER: 0 |
| DEXTERITY: 2 |
| SPEED: 13 |
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Room number 0. The basement of the hotel, a large, unused room that, until recently, had been empty. The dark expanses of the basement were often kept locked up, the hotel having no actual need for a basement. That had changed quite quickly though, when a certain girl moved in. Gem had taken residence in the room, enjoying the solitude of the basement, away from the rest of the rooms, and, more importantly, away from the people who inhabited those rooms. Not that Gem had anything against them, in fact, she like meeting new people, but sometimes, she just wanted some quiet. Times like now.
She sat on her bed, her arm laying on her lap. Except, it wasn't her arm. Not any more at least. She didn't know how, but somehow, she had lost control of her powers, the dangerous claw evolving beyond her capacity to understand. So she tried to understand it. By talking to her hand, as odd as that seemed. But she could feel it in her mind, the horrible, creeping words staining her head with violent thoughts. Thoughts that weren't her own, but thoughts that were at the same time. It was as if she had been split in two, and one half had taken residence in her arm.
"What... What are you doing on my arm?" Her voice came out, wavering, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and embarrassment coloring it. She didn't think she would get a response, and she hoped she wouldn't, hoping that the voice was gone, hoping that it was just all in her head. But, it came. The voice shook through her mind, and her arm seemed to pulse with each word, the deep blue claw throbbing as it spoke to her.
"I am you. I am what you need to survive, and I am what you need to prosper. I am the part of you that you lock away, the part of you that you kept hidden when you were alive. I am who you really are, manifested into a form that can protect you, and destroy others. I am the Hand of the Gods, or The Claw of the Devil. It all depends on how you look at it." Gem could practically feel the smirk, the smugness of the voice easily getting through to the weary girl. She fought against it, tried to make the claw disappear like she used to be able to, but she couldn't any more.
"No. You aren't me. You're... You're something else. Some parasite that needs me to live. I'm not going to believe your lies!" She started crying, the tears streaming down her face, landing on the claw, trickling off of it and landing on the floor."Oh, is that so? I need YOU to survive? Well, lets see how that goes, shall we? Be careful though, this room can be quite dangerous at times. In fact, I think I sense a few stirrings now. But, like you said, you don't need me to help you. It's all yours." With a cackling laugh resonating through her skull, the dark claw faded away, leaving her arm as it was.
As the noises drew closer, Gem looked around, a terrified look in her eyes as she realized that something else was in the room with her.
Room number 0. The basement of the hotel, a large, unused room that, until recently, had been empty. The dark expanses of the basement were often kept locked up, the hotel having no actual need for a basement. That had changed quite quickly though, when a certain girl moved in. Gem had taken residence in the room, enjoying the solitude of the basement, away from the rest of the rooms, and, more importantly, away from the people who inhabited those rooms. Not that Gem had anything against them, in fact, she like meeting new people, but sometimes, she just wanted some quiet. Times like now.
She sat on her bed, her arm laying on her lap. Except, it wasn't her arm. Not any more at least. She didn't know how, but somehow, she had lost control of her powers, the dangerous claw evolving beyond her capacity to understand. So she tried to understand it. By talking to her hand, as odd as that seemed. But she could feel it in her mind, the horrible, creeping words staining her head with violent thoughts. Thoughts that weren't her own, but thoughts that were at the same time. It was as if she had been split in two, and one half had taken residence in her arm.
"What... What are you doing on my arm?" Her voice came out, wavering, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and embarrassment coloring it. She didn't think she would get a response, and she hoped she wouldn't, hoping that the voice was gone, hoping that it was just all in her head. But, it came. The voice shook through her mind, and her arm seemed to pulse with each word, the deep blue claw throbbing as it spoke to her.
"I am you. I am what you need to survive, and I am what you need to prosper. I am the part of you that you lock away, the part of you that you kept hidden when you were alive. I am who you really are, manifested into a form that can protect you, and destroy others. I am the Hand of the Gods, or The Claw of the Devil. It all depends on how you look at it." Gem could practically feel the smirk, the smugness of the voice easily getting through to the weary girl. She fought against it, tried to make the claw disappear like she used to be able to, but she couldn't any more.
"No. You aren't me. You're... You're something else. Some parasite that needs me to live. I'm not going to believe your lies!" She started crying, the tears streaming down her face, landing on the claw, trickling off of it and landing on the floor."Oh, is that so? I need YOU to survive? Well, lets see how that goes, shall we? Be careful though, this room can be quite dangerous at times. In fact, I think I sense a few stirrings now. But, like you said, you don't need me to help you. It's all yours." With a cackling laugh resonating through her skull, the dark claw faded away, leaving her arm as it was.
As the noises drew closer, Gem looked around, a terrified look in her eyes as she realized that something else was in the room with her.
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