Friday, December 14, 2007
Visiting Hours
7:12 AM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Masonry chuckled as he floated by the security at the elevators, now secure in his ghost-form. He floated backwards for about three feet and bumped into something.
I can't bump into anything, I'm a ghost--
He slowly turned around to face a very tall, blueish-green skinned man. His costume was white based but a rainbow of color streaked in very wide stripes along the sides. His otherwise plain blue and red cape billowed in a ghostly wind.
"Mas," said the blue-skinned man, then morphed into a dark-haired, dark-skinned dapper gentleman.
"Doppy," replied Masonry.
"How did you like hell?"
"I didn't."
"Oh, nice place to visit but didn't want to live there?" He smiled and morphed into a demon-like creature, with small horns, ashen skin, wings and hooves. "Seems to be just the place for you."
"Not anymore. Move aside."
Doppy folded his arms across his broad chest. "Say please."
Masonry narrowed his eyes. "Please."
Doppy looked thoughtful. "Hm... nuh uh." Then he slammed a fist into Masonry's face.
Masonry floated backward, stunned at the surprise of the attack. Doppy pulled energy from around him and threw it at Masonry in a wave, coursing him back among the security guards. Masonry struggled to right himself. He felt something cold and sharp slice through his chest, then a bolt of ice freeze his arm solid. Something else slammed hard into his head, like a hammer of fire.
He stood, wincing, and faced a huge bruiser and two cops, one male and one female. Both of them were different than what he remembered. Before, they were merely white, faceless, nondescript as he looked in ghost form. This time the bruiser wore a black leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots; the two cops looked like police officers in uniform. All of them glared at him with eyes full of fury.
Masonry was going to utter something, but the lady cop drew her revolver and shot him. The bolt of fire went right through his head, the pain making him scream in agony. At the same time the bruiser tacked him and plowed him through the elevator doors--
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Jackie Risoti saw ghosts. She often saw them as they floated up through the morgue, lost and confused, and sometimes saw other ghosts guide them away. It was worse after two twelve-hour shifts, just like now. She worked in the lab on the other side of the newly established suite of rooms for a special and highly-sensitive patient whose own ghost she saw wandering on its own.
Jackie wiped her eyes and settled back from the microscope - then saw something flash out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a pair of ghosts fly into her lab. One huge man grabbed the one leading the chase - he was defined wearing huge pointy shoulder pads. The big one punched the other solidly in the stomach and then a fire sword appeared in its hand and he slashed at the shoulder-padded one's head. He jerked up in the air.
Three other ghosts were right behind the large one, a woman and another man. The third one she had often seen in the elevator to the floor, and took it as some sort of psychopomp, and was translucent. He raised his hands and yet another ghost appeared, and shot energy bolts at the pointy-shoulder-padded ghost.
All three of them pounced on the other, either shooting bolts of energy or firing fire and ice. She could only watch helplessly as the other buckled under their attacks.
"What're you doing here?"
Jackie turned to the wall and saw another ghost, this one in full color of red and white, with a red cross on his chest. She had never heard another ghost speak before. This one seemed to have a strange blue/black aura around him. She walked over to him, looked right at him.
He looked at her, too. "You'd better get back," he said, and waved his arm as if pushing her behind him. She moved back, her brow knitted in confusion. Three of the ghosts held the one they had beaten, who was limp in their arms.
"Oh, hey, Mas! Come to visit me? Here I am."
The ghost raised its head and its eyes blazed red. "You son of a BITCH." He strained against them.
"You should have known better when I beat you in the arena that time. It didn't take much. You going to run away again?"
"You can't hide behind this security forever. You can't live forever. I'll get past them, and I'll get you, I'll get your SOUL."
The man waved his hand airily. "You'll still have to go through these."
"I'll have help next time."
"I'm sorry," said the man in red and white calmly, "there isn't going to BE a next time."
The one in the center flexed his muscles but the three held him fast. He glared at them, and she watched as he slowly gained color. His shirt turned brown, his face wore a red mask. His hair became black. His arms were white bands, and his shoulder were brown with gold spikes.
The ghosts still held him.
He struggled against them, focusing his eyes on Jackie now. Slowly, his eyes began to register panic. He jerked his arms and knocked over a rack of vials. Jackie screeched and ran to the phone to get security. The man growled and then fell over, knocked over by some invisible force that sent him flying into the cabinets.
He recovered faster than expected and turned into almost a brown streak as he ran out the nearest door and down a corridor. The ghosts followed, including the one in red and white. "That's it, Mas, run like the coward you--urk!" Something yanked him back suddenly, snapping him backwards like a rubber band and back through the wall he had come out of initially.
Jackie looked at the shattered glass on the floor. She went to the closet for a broom, and opened it slowly, peeking in. She half expected the man in brown to come barreling out of the closet to choke her.
(Thanks Vagz, for letting me borrow E and Doppy)
I can't bump into anything, I'm a ghost--
He slowly turned around to face a very tall, blueish-green skinned man. His costume was white based but a rainbow of color streaked in very wide stripes along the sides. His otherwise plain blue and red cape billowed in a ghostly wind.
"Mas," said the blue-skinned man, then morphed into a dark-haired, dark-skinned dapper gentleman.
"Doppy," replied Masonry.
"How did you like hell?"
"I didn't."
"Oh, nice place to visit but didn't want to live there?" He smiled and morphed into a demon-like creature, with small horns, ashen skin, wings and hooves. "Seems to be just the place for you."
"Not anymore. Move aside."
Doppy folded his arms across his broad chest. "Say please."
Masonry narrowed his eyes. "Please."
Doppy looked thoughtful. "Hm... nuh uh." Then he slammed a fist into Masonry's face.
Masonry floated backward, stunned at the surprise of the attack. Doppy pulled energy from around him and threw it at Masonry in a wave, coursing him back among the security guards. Masonry struggled to right himself. He felt something cold and sharp slice through his chest, then a bolt of ice freeze his arm solid. Something else slammed hard into his head, like a hammer of fire.
He stood, wincing, and faced a huge bruiser and two cops, one male and one female. Both of them were different than what he remembered. Before, they were merely white, faceless, nondescript as he looked in ghost form. This time the bruiser wore a black leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots; the two cops looked like police officers in uniform. All of them glared at him with eyes full of fury.
Masonry was going to utter something, but the lady cop drew her revolver and shot him. The bolt of fire went right through his head, the pain making him scream in agony. At the same time the bruiser tacked him and plowed him through the elevator doors--
------------
Jackie Risoti saw ghosts. She often saw them as they floated up through the morgue, lost and confused, and sometimes saw other ghosts guide them away. It was worse after two twelve-hour shifts, just like now. She worked in the lab on the other side of the newly established suite of rooms for a special and highly-sensitive patient whose own ghost she saw wandering on its own.
Jackie wiped her eyes and settled back from the microscope - then saw something flash out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a pair of ghosts fly into her lab. One huge man grabbed the one leading the chase - he was defined wearing huge pointy shoulder pads. The big one punched the other solidly in the stomach and then a fire sword appeared in its hand and he slashed at the shoulder-padded one's head. He jerked up in the air.
Three other ghosts were right behind the large one, a woman and another man. The third one she had often seen in the elevator to the floor, and took it as some sort of psychopomp, and was translucent. He raised his hands and yet another ghost appeared, and shot energy bolts at the pointy-shoulder-padded ghost.
All three of them pounced on the other, either shooting bolts of energy or firing fire and ice. She could only watch helplessly as the other buckled under their attacks.
"What're you doing here?"
Jackie turned to the wall and saw another ghost, this one in full color of red and white, with a red cross on his chest. She had never heard another ghost speak before. This one seemed to have a strange blue/black aura around him. She walked over to him, looked right at him.
He looked at her, too. "You'd better get back," he said, and waved his arm as if pushing her behind him. She moved back, her brow knitted in confusion. Three of the ghosts held the one they had beaten, who was limp in their arms.
"Oh, hey, Mas! Come to visit me? Here I am."
The ghost raised its head and its eyes blazed red. "You son of a BITCH." He strained against them.
"You should have known better when I beat you in the arena that time. It didn't take much. You going to run away again?"
"You can't hide behind this security forever. You can't live forever. I'll get past them, and I'll get you, I'll get your SOUL."
The man waved his hand airily. "You'll still have to go through these."
"I'll have help next time."
"I'm sorry," said the man in red and white calmly, "there isn't going to BE a next time."
The one in the center flexed his muscles but the three held him fast. He glared at them, and she watched as he slowly gained color. His shirt turned brown, his face wore a red mask. His hair became black. His arms were white bands, and his shoulder were brown with gold spikes.
The ghosts still held him.
He struggled against them, focusing his eyes on Jackie now. Slowly, his eyes began to register panic. He jerked his arms and knocked over a rack of vials. Jackie screeched and ran to the phone to get security. The man growled and then fell over, knocked over by some invisible force that sent him flying into the cabinets.
He recovered faster than expected and turned into almost a brown streak as he ran out the nearest door and down a corridor. The ghosts followed, including the one in red and white. "That's it, Mas, run like the coward you--urk!" Something yanked him back suddenly, snapping him backwards like a rubber band and back through the wall he had come out of initially.
Jackie looked at the shattered glass on the floor. She went to the closet for a broom, and opened it slowly, peeking in. She half expected the man in brown to come barreling out of the closet to choke her.
(Thanks Vagz, for letting me borrow E and Doppy)
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1 comments:
You're not borrowing them. You're renting them.
The payment will be extracted later. Muwahaha... >:)