Cafe Nightshade

[Violent C]

Trevor had been wandering around for hours.

There were no longer any mirrors, just an endless feild of nothing streching out on all sides of him. There was nothing to do but trudge on, mindlessly, until something came into his view. It seemed as though he'd been going for hours and yet he felt no fatigue, no anything. The situation seemed hopeless until he heard faint music in the background

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all?
Three blind mice, deepest fears
Welcome to the House of Mirrors.

Trevor strained his eyes in search of the source of the haunting tune, but the same nothing enveloped his vision. He sat down and focused...concentrated on the music...tried to locate it within himself. Suddenly he could feel himself being thrust into yet another one of the infinite rooms of the House. From here he could look through the mirrors and into the other side. He saw Kass, writhing in emotional pain. He saw Ranken recoil in revulsion at what he saw. He saw a coffin...

A coffin? Trevor reached out to touch the mirror and felt his hand pass through it like meringue. He stepped all the way through adn thought to himself just like fucking Alice. I wonder what the red queen's up to?. After he was in the room with the coffin he turned to touch the mirror he came through. Cold glass greeted his hand and he could clearly see the confused expression on his own face.

Well, that was interesting.

He turned his attention to the casket just as it began to creeeak open.

 

[crysede]

Kass:
The serpent lifted it's head, then held utterly still as it stared into her eyes, its own eyes like blood red rubies set in a finely sculpted ebony head - only the flicking of its tongue proving to her it was actually alive. Instinctively, she reached for the stone at her throat, half expecting to find the coils of a snake instead; but unlike her reflection's, her own amulet remained unchanged.

Her fingers curled tightly about the stone: it was emitting a strange heat again - but sensation barely even registered with her as she stood, transfixed by the creatures gaze. A pleasant reptilian coolness flowed into her, calming the fear and anaesthetizing the pain, sealing the wound that had allowed those memories to surface and banishing them to her subconscious once more.

Somewhere in her mind a warning was being shouted to her, but shrugged it off, letting go of the stone and reaching her hand out to the snake. The surface of the mirror rippled, like a pool of silver water, as her hand passed through it and came to rest on the velvety black scales.

In a sea of blackness two brilliant ruby eyes gazed deeply into her soul, freezing it from within. Nearby, someone was screaming, but Kass paid no heed: it didn't matter now, nothing mattered. Everything was so crystal clear now that her thoughts were stilled, and she welcomed the ice as it penetrated her flesh, opening her heart and mind to its numbing embrace.

 

[hybirdx]

zerro ran as fast as he could,''damn!!!where's that damn music comming from!?!''

 

[Zircon]

Tony

I knew that Chloë had to be awaken. We were in a compromising situation, and it wasn’t going to get better. The echoes of the whistling was beginning to get on my nerves. But I grit my teeth, and ignored it. I cradled her in my arms, locked my wrists together, bringing my two special stones in contact with each other. I knew of way to get past the inner demons and bring Chloë back up from the edge of the abyss. But it was risky, even for myself, as the route would take me past my own inner demons. Seldom, people would look at themselves, really look deep inside. Because what they might find in there was not pretty. And for an instant our two minds would will be locked together. All she had to do was follow me out, if and only if she wanted to. Penance could be found in there, which was why she might not want to come back out.

But that was a mute point, as I had to try. The two stones began to glow warm. I felt myself detaching from the real world, slowly but surely. The rubble became a blur…

…

‘…Why are you doing this?…’
‘Because I want to.’

The laser began cut and cauterized the stub of her wrist. The smell of burnt flesh was swiftly sucked up by the small bedside ventilation system. She tried to move her feet, but she couldn’t because her feet were in the jar beside the bed. She tried to scream, but her tonsils and larynx were in a separate jar, together with her tongue and teeth. Her eyes kept burning into me, bobbling up and down in that jar on the mantle. The local anesthetic had begun to kick in…

‘…Why are you doing this?…’
‘Because I had to.’

I smiled when I slowly unwrapped the bandages around her head. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her mouth was crooked, and the teeth was rotting. The skin was filled with red ugly welts. The ears, well, she had none, just two holes on the side of her head. But she still retained her beautiful nose. I took a jewel-encrusted vanity mirror and held it up to her face. She could see that her eyes did not match, and they were looking in different directions. She turned to face me, as yet another scream escaped from her lips…

‘…Why are you doing this?…’
‘Because I’d like to.’

Her hands were tied securely. So were her feet. With a touch of a button, the servo motors began to whirl quietly to bring the table standing upright. I looked deep into her deep blue eyes. She stared back in defiance, sure of her strength in the game that we were about begin. I kissed her soundly in the lips, as my hands roamed her smooth body. Soon, the kiss turned savage, as her teeth drew blood. She hungrily lapped the precious metallic-tasting fluid, oblivious to everything else as her lust reached feverish pitch. I reached for the button to send tiny electrical shocks through fine acupuncture needles…

‘…Why are you doing this?…’
‘I don’t know.’

I looked around. The fluffy ash floated down to touch my face like snowflakes. The tree stumps were still smoldering. Clothes and personal belongings laid strewn across the savaged landscape. A teddy bear still had fingers wrapped around it. Its owner to could not be determined. The hanging wires torn from its place, and general debris made going a bit slow. But I knew that I had arrived at my destination when I saw the tape recorder.

I pressed the eject button, and the recorder spit out its guest. I looked closely at the tiny tape itself. The words on the sticker said, ‘Billie Holiday’s Greatest Hits.’ I threw the recorder away, and pocketed the tape. Chloë was sitting on one of the flight attendants jump seats. She was rocking back and forth, humming the tune of ‘Please keep me in your dreams’. My hands gently shook her shoulders but her tearing eyes refused to acknowledge my presence. Still humming that blasted tune, she twisted herself free of my clutches and continued rocking back and forth.

‘Chloë…’

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Chloë Byrnes

Within her dream, trapped in a state of shock, clasping her own knees, rocking unceasingly, humming her song. Tony calls out her name. Chloë. She can hear it but it holds no meaning. Nothing does. She doesn't feel alive anymore. Tony calls out her name. Chloë. He holds her in his arms. Please awake up. Words. Echoes. Chloë, please... I need you. Tony kisses her softly in her lips. Chloë... I love you. "I... love... you", she repeats, her voice weak and broken. Tony kisses her again, holds her close to him. Chloë starts to cry and the tears form rivulets down her ash covered face. She cries convulsively, her lips locked with Tony's. Human contact. For how long did she stay away from it? Deliberately avoid it? Crave for it?

The rocking stops. Chloë stares into Tony's eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and she smiles at him even while crying. She kisses his mouth passionately, closing her eyes.

But when she opens them, it's not Tony she's kissing anymore. It's Victor. Three years ago, in Hotêl Ritz in Paris. A week after the day she was careless and didn't cover her tracks. The day her identity was discovered by the organization that used to protect her last target. The day they tried to get back at her and kill her.

A wave of panic paralyzes her. Victor is revolving on the bed, uneasy.

"What's wrong?" she asks, dreading the answer.
"I don't feel well, it was probably the champagne"

Chloë glances over at the ice bucket, at the bottle of Cristal lodged in it, the empty single champagne flute sitting on the night table. No, not again. He brushes past her, gets up, walks in the direction of the bathroom. She's staring at the glass, looking into the glass, noticing granules of some kind inside.

And then she's looking at something else. She tries desperately not to see it but it's there again, just like three years ago. On the bed, in the place Victor was, is a huge bloodstain.

 

[Zircon]

Tony

The view was strange. Sparkling bubbles warped the senses, making a surreal setting of soft pastels and flowing reds. The sunlight through the flowing curtains bathed the room in half-shadows, making them dance on the stucco walls and ceiling.

Then I saw her approach me. I could feel her horror, her emotions dancing like fireflies across her face. She was desperately seeking for something. Something to hold onto her sanity and humanity. I wish I could reach my hands out and let her grasp what she was seeking. She sought in vain, the reds began flow, subjugating the pastels. The shadows laughed and they danced with glee. The frescoes on the ceiling mocked her, as they looked down upon her. The room swirled in bright splashing shades of reds and cool graceful pinks, as the Dance Macabre reach a frenzied pace.

I could only watch in pain.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Chloë Byrnes

"Victor" Chloë starts. She doesn't want him to see how scared she really is but then he sees where her gaze is directed. He starts breathing harshly. He looks down at himself. The entire bottom half of his body is soaked dark red with blood.

"Victor..." she says again.

He staggers over to the bathroom door and grabs the end of it to balance himself and blood starts running down his legs in thin rivulets and his underwear is soaked with blood and he pulls it off, panicking, and suddenly a huge gush of blood expels itself from beneath him, splashing all over the bathroom floor. He gasps, a thick noise comes out of his throat and he doubles over, grabbing his stomach, then he screams. Looking surprised and still clutching his stomach, he vomits while staggering backward, collapsing onto the bathroom floor.

"Victor" she screams.

He starts scrambling across the bathroom floor, leaving a trail, a drag mark of dark red blood. Chloë starts crawling with him in the bathroom and he's making harsh panting sounds, sliding across the tiles toward the bath tub. Another spray of blood comes out of him, along with a horrible ripping sound. He rises up a hand, screaming, and Chloë holds on to him and can feel the screams buzzing through him, followed by another squelching, ripping noise.

"No! No! No!"

Bursting into tears, she runs out of the bathroom but on the phone by the bed there's no dial tone.

Victor's calling her name. From where she's standing the entire bathroom floor seems washed with blood, as if something within him had liquefied. Blood keeps fanning out from between his legs and some of it looks sandy, granular. A thick ring of flesh slides across the floor as Victor cries out in pain and both of them keep crying as Chloë hold him and then they bursts into a series of hysterical, exhausted sobs and she's telling him everything will be okay, tears pouring from her eyes. Another long crooked rope of flesh falls out of him.

"Chloë, Chloë" he screams madly, his skin yellowing, his screams turning liquid, his mouth opening and closing. She tries to press a towel against him, trying to stem the bleeding, but the towel is drenched in a matter of seconds. He keeps making harsh panting sounds, then defecates loudly, arching his back, another piece of flesh lurching out of him, followed by another rush of blood that splashes onto the floor.

There is warm blood all over Chloë's hands and she's yelling out, "Baby please it's okay baby please it's okay baby--"

Another explosion of blood pours from between his legs, sickeningly hot, his eyes bulging, another giant intake of breath, and Chloë can actually hear the horrible sounds coming from inside his body. Another harsh, startling yell.

"Make it stop oh god make it stop" he screams, begging her, and she's sobbing, hysterical too.

Another chunk of flesh, white and milky, spews out. After the next flash of pain cuts through him, he can't even form words anymore. He's finally relaxing, trying to smile at her, but he's grimacing, his teeth stained with blood, the entire inside of his mouth coated violet, and he’s whispering things, one hand tightly clasping Chloe's while the other pounds spastically against the tiled floor, and the bathroom reeks powerfully of his blood, and as she's holding him, his eyes fix on hers and she's sobbing, "I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry baby"

 

[Zircon]

Tony

‘…I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry baby…’

I saw him slowly expire in pain. I felt his pain. I felt her pain more. And I wanted to feel her pain always. So I let her pain flow into me. For that moment, nothing else existed but her pain, her loss. We were one and the same. Nothing else mattered. I had gained, hers was lessened. In that gain she looked, she knew, of all the losses, of all the pain, of all the loneliness that was me. We were the one and the same.

We were not alone anymore.

‘…Why did you do that?…’
‘Because once I started I did not know how to stop. I could not stop. In the end, I did not want to stop.’

‘…Why are you doing this now?…’
‘I do not want to be alone anymore.’

‘…Everyone is alone. We all only briefly touch, and then we are alone again…’
‘We will not be alone anymore.’

‘…I am no good for you, for anybody…’
‘I was empty, nothing. You changed that.’

‘…I am helpless, of no use…’
‘You gave me light. That is enough.’

‘…Why are you doing this?…’
‘Because I love you.’

‘…Was that so hard to say?…’
‘No. Because I do not know the word before.’

‘…I knew it once. Then it was gone. How can I be sure that it won't not leave again…’
‘There is no doubt.’

‘…How can I be sure…’
‘There is no doubt.’

I extended my hand. She knew no doubts.

‘Come. Come with me. I will care for you.’
‘…Most gladly, for the world about me tires me, and I am weary of it.…’

‘Come. Come with me, my beloved. I will care for you. I will fill your days with sun and your nights with love.’

‘…Say it again…’
‘I love you.’

We’re not alone anymore.
…
I opened my eyes. The dust and rubble had settled. I felt the tears rolling down her face. Ours hearts were content. Love, hitherto an unknown, made us anew. For the first time in my existence, I had known joy. There were no longer any lies or doubts. We would not wander anymore.

‘I love you Chloë.’ And that was enough.

 

[Lady_J]

Angelina

What had seemed a small hole in a thin concrete wall turned into a long dark tunnel. There was no light at the end, and Angelina considered turning back until she heard a voice ahead:

"How's your pot roast Dear?"

Mommy?

"Dear, I said how's your pot roast?"

"Oh, it's fine."

Dad?

She crawled faster towards the sounds, she knew this dream, she remembered this dream.

Emerging from the hole Angelina found herself in her living room, back home. It was 1983, and she'd been gone a long time. The room looked the same, Mom never changed a thing. Dad sat in the recliner, plate on his lap, never taking his eyes off the screen, and Mom was on the plaid couch taking dainty bites from the tv tray.

Mommy, I'm home, I came back, see?

"Larry and Tina are coming over to play bridge next Saturday, do you think we should serve wine?" Mom spoke wthout looking away from the screen.

"Whatever you want Honey." Dad replied without listening to the question.

Mom, look at me, I'm here, Angie, I'm right here! She waved hands in front of their faces, but no response. God, look at me!

The doorbell rang. No, oh God no.

"Now who would be coming over at this time?" Mommy stood up, straightening her knit vest, and went to the door.

NO! Don't answer it, please Mom, don't answer the door!

"Whatever they're selling, don't buy any, we have too much crap around here as it is."

Mother's hand grabbed the door knob and turned.

 

[Lady_J]

Angelina

The door opened, and she saw herself as she was then, dirty, tiny, reeking with the musky odor of men's spent seed and sweat. She had a glazed look that told of poppers and cocaine, and her cheeks were flushed with the heady drug of fresh blood and adrenaline.

Stop Angie, don't do this, you don't know what it means.

"Angelina? Is it you?" Mom stepped back, from shock at first, and then she recoiled further from the horror of what her daughter had become.

"Never wanted to get your hands dirty did you Mom?" The Angelina of the past pushed her way in the door. "Hey Dad, did you miss me?"

No Angie, stop it, just turn around and leave.

"Uh Pumkin, I uh..."

"You never were very good with words were you, you BASTARD!" With that she flung out her and and raked her elongated claws down his cheek. "YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING JUST TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF ANYTHING? WELL YOU CAN'T TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!" He backed away from her red fury clutching his torn cheek. Angie stalked him like a tigeress across the room while Mom moaned in terror from the hallway.

"Angie, Baby, whatever ever's happened to you, we can fix it, we take you to the best doctor."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Do you think any doctor is going to fix my baby cunt, huh? Can a doctor fucking put back my little girl cherry that you popped when you raped me before my bedtime story each night?" Angie smiled as she heard her mother gasp, and she turned to face her. "That's right Mom, Walter here wasn't being the doting father and you know it, you knew it all along!" Angie grabbed a hank of her mother's hair and dragged her back into the living room. "You let him rape me and kept quiet about it, cus the marriage was June and Ward, well FUCK YOU!"

ANGIE NO!!!

The then Angie picked up her bronzed baby shoes from the side table and raised them over her head. She brought them down with a sickening crunch onto her mother's skull. Her mother collapsed in a heap while Angie turned back on her father.

"You liked to fuck me, why don't you fuck me now, come on Dad, fuck me, tell me I'm your 'special princess' and fuck me like you did when I was five!" She leapt at him across the coach, and knocked him to the ground.

"Angelina, please, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry ain't good enough." With that Angie reached down and unzipped his pants. He trembled as she stroked his member. "Get hard for me Dad." He struggled to get away, but her preternatural strength was overpowering. "What? Don't want to play? Fine, then I'll play by myself." She took his limp member and using her demon's talon, she removed it with one quick swipe.

Angelina, please, stop.

Blood poured out of the wound seeping into the carpet underneath, and Walter screamed.

"What? Don't you like it?" Angelina pulled the bloody cock up to her mouth and tasted the red juice. "Mmm, aren't you sweet? Wanna taste?"

Daddy struggled under her tiny frame as she held open his mouth, and forced the lifeless flesh into his mouth. "Taste yourself, it's only fair that I share." She continued to forced the bloody mass deeper into his throat. "Here Honey, tastes just like candy, that's what you told me, 'be a good girl and taste Daddy's candy?'" He began to gag and she met resistance in the back of his throat. She pressed harder, feeling the satisfying crunch of his breacking larnyx. He couldn't breathe, and the blood from his bleeding throat could not escape past the mangled flesh in his windpipe.

stopstopstopstopstopstopstop........

She stroked his writhing body as his blood pooled around him. "Shh Daddy, you told me it wouldn't hurt." Then she reached down and opened a slit from his public bone to his solarplexis using that same demon claw. He arched his back in unheard agony. Her hands slid into the gore, pulling out lengths of intestines and looping them around his neck. "You said it wouldn't hurt, but you lied, and now you get to hurt." She pulled the loop tighther and cut off the flow of blood from the brain. Then she stood, walked to the plaid counch and sat down at Mommy's unfinished meal. Daddy writhed for a few moments while his heart continued to force blood into his head. The vessels in his eyes burst, leaving him blinded, and the roaring of the blood in his ears left him deaf. The last thing he knew as his conciousness slipped away, was pain.

 

[misterK]

Zolt

Zolt entered the house of mirrors following the other vampire's scent. The room he found himself in now was dark and the reflections on the mirror did not pick up his vampire image. He smiled bitterly to himself thinking that being invisible to himself had been a relief over the past centuries.

He hears a sound behind him and pivots round but there is nothing there. A whisper to his left makes him pivot again. The voice is low but distinctly feminine, echoing in the room, bouncing off the walls.

The room has changed, the ceiling retreating into the darkness, into infinity. The smell becomes overpowering, the stench of death and decay.

"....Come over here....."

"Who are you? He calls out.

"....Come....

There is no one there yet he can feel a presence, something malevolent, something evil. "Where are you?" He asks of the shadows again.

"I am here..." The voice is now clear, right beside him. Zolt slowly turns his head, dreading what he will see. Standing there beside him is the exact replica of himself, standing with bloodshot eyes looking at him.

"Hello brother, are you happy to see me?" The creature asked.

 

[Khadgar]

Ranken

Ranken was still runn, periodically spinning to fire another salvo into the creature that was him. but every time the mans gut shredded like so much jerky, scarred and torn. spewing blood in small explosions to pepper his surroundings in red.

The blade flew for him again, shearing off a finger on his right hand the razor edge rang out against the barrel, but a harsher sound was the granulating of bone. His eyes scrunching up and face contorting into pain, he yelled out and bust several dozen rounds into the creature. while it was wounded, he reached behind him and grabbed the barrel of his Slug gun from his back, and snapped a shot off.

the heavy round came in contact with the images fore arm. splashing through the skin and ripping bone out the back. the chunk of lead not only sending the insides of the arm soaring through the air, but cleaving the arm roughly, letting it dangle by a few veins. The image finally screamed out and seemed to lause, before retentlessly charging in a bloodthirsty rage.

Ranken stumbled back, cluthching his hand and broke through a mirror, this was another scene, from when he was much younger. Testingtime, in school. He had been a good student, but he was a large kid, he had always been. and he was picked on constantly for that, and being not so with the croud. he had put up with it from years. and then it happened again. a bottle of white out flew across the room and nailed him in the back of the head.

he felt the rage and frustration of the years bui;d up in him, but this time, it did not subside, this time, his head grew hot and his eyes glazed over in red. standing up, breaking the top of the desk off the frame. this only brought more laughter, but when Ranken turned, it quieted. this was no mistake. picking up the frame of the desk he flung it with his weight strengthened body. the leg of it driving into one of the guys behind him he stormed up, grabbin the first to get up and run at him, and checking his body straight through a window. the glass shattered and crackled under the body of the 3 story fall.

Ranken turned back to the guy peirced by the broken desk. he was still very much alive and kicking. Ranken grabbed the broken leg and pressed it through his chest. the boy thrashed and let his head back in a scream. Ranken closed his hand about the boys nack and grushed his hands in, first breaking all the cartalidge in his windpipe, a sickening wheeze leaving only a whisper from his throat. his fingers becan to rip through the flesh blood seeping out around his fingers. grabing his hand back, he tore the layranx from the boys neck. his head slumped back, hyperextending, and hot sticky blood flowed out like form a hose, having no trouble leaving the gaping hole in his neck. the students pertified in their horror were showered in blood. coughing and hacking out flemand gore. several people let their somaches empty out over the room.

Ranken threw the carcas into the other studens, bringing his hands balling in a large fist over his head down, maining his classmaits, and cracking their skulls.He grabbed a pencil and drove it into someones chest, filling his hands with even more blood. picking up a meterstick, he broadsided one girl across the face, letting the end snap, leaving a ragged edge. cleaving it into people and ripping their skin from their muscle. those people fell and writhed on the floor, clutching at their folds. spinning the meter stick around he stabbed it into another persons eye. the homors of the eye splashed out onto his chest and speckling his face with brains. by the time he was subdued, there was not one object in the room not dripping with blood, and not one body still intact, or in one piece for that matter. the clothing matted to his skin he was dragged out. to pay his crime for snapping.

(i might add on to this, have to be going)

 

[hybirdx]

zerro ran as fast as he could,faster than the weight could hold and most of his weapons dropped''forget this bull shit!they need my help!''zerro ran faster than ever,but he triped and fell because of an small man tripping him with his cane.''evening sir!want to see whats going to happen to ya?''zerro got up''LOOK!!!!I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR ASS!'' ''do you have time to see your death?'' ''what?number 666?''come on!I don't need this!''the bleak man smirked with an evil ''I know your curse.and i'm talking about your finnal death!''this turned zerro around,but he knew he had to save the others....but something was pulling him back,literally!''all right! all right!what is it shorty?''the short man presented him an orb an ugly,black as night,orb.''look inside my boy and see!''


zerro looked and saw an small kiwi looking creature''an kubirose?that thing is weak!i had one as an pet!''he looked up to see the old man in shock''wh-what color was it?" ''grey but-'' get away from there!''

 

[PmTick]

Lucky in Hell

I was immediatly warped to the inner most ring of hell. I knew where it was not from the immediate heat but from the screams of the tormented. The closer to the center you got, the louder their screams got, it was like music to Lucifer.

I sat upon a seat of burning coals, clenching my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms. I dare not scream though, he would love it too much. An hour and a half hour, my boss finally entered the room.

"Hello Lucky, you've been a very bad demi-demon." "I don't get it what the fuck did I do?" "The demon those fools are trying to kill is one of mine, therefore as an agent of hell, it's your job to prevent them from doing so." "There's like 12 of them, I can't do that all by myself!" "I understand, that's why I'm going to give you a small army of minions." I smile came across my face, an army of minions from hell, no matter how small, would surely wreak havoc the carnival. "So how many minions do I get?" "Hmmm, how does 200 sound?" "200 sounds excellent!!!" "Good, get to work!!!"

I found myself back in front of the fun house where I had originally expired, alone. "Hey where the fuck is my army of 200??" A small voice echoed in my ear, "Right here dick!!" I looked around but didn't see anything but a magnifine glass and a hearing aide. I picked up the looking glass and realized my "small army of 200" was 200 termite sized demons.

They lined up and formed a message for me, "put in the hearing aid." I cramed the plastic device in my ear and listend to their voices. "We're your army of mini-demons. Since we're so small this is the only way you can hear us." "How the hell am I gonna stop them with an army of flea sized creatures !?!" "We may be small but we're evil and twisted!! Watch!!!"

The tiny army leapt from my shoulder and jumped on a tall oak tree in front of me. I watched as the tree slowley began to shrink in size until there was nothing left, the little army destoyed the tree in a matter of seconds! "Ha ha ha, TO THE BIG TOP!!!"

 

[hybirdx]

''hu-wha...HOLY SHIT!''zerro was sucked in by an force not good nor evil.when he woke up about 10 hours later(10 minuts in human time)he saw at least 500 hundread grey kubirose ''oh shit....'' ''you are...you are zerro the sorceror hunter..are you?'' ''u-um yeah...what do you want''zerro held his staff ready to fight for his life,but he knew fighting an hole army of kubirose.but all of the kubirose didn't move,and they all knew that zerro was ready to fight.''no need.....for fighting....have friend here,our leader here....wants you to have this spell..''zerro let down his gaurd completly confused.''bu-but i thoght this was the orb of the.....'' ''it is not,that man is lying through his fake teeth'' zerro looked up to see an normal kubirose that had an fammilar pendent that made zerro's heart stop dead in its tracks

''mi-milo!?!it is you milo what the hell are you doing here why is every bodie I know is here!?!''Milo had an stern look ''the sorceror did this..he killed every one kamon,tinoly,shadow,lee,even mia.he made every one of us kill each other.....this is why i brought you here,to give you an gift...that demon sorceror is an minon of hell and only demons can kill you....so fight the demon...with this''zerro felt strange.an energy was flowing through him,at first he couldent stand it,but now he knew what it was.the power of all the kubirose,it tore his jacket,his shirt,his gloves...when the surg ended zerro felt the souls of all the people he knew run through him,all the kubirose,he was now truely what he was...an fighter

 

[misterK]

Zolt

Zolt felt himself go cold all over. The room went dark with flashes of red light illuminating the eerie atmosphere.

He felt his consciousness slipping away and frantically tried to hold on to it.

In the background he can hear a music, a rhyme repeated over and over. He blanches as he recognizes the music and suddenly his vision clears.

He is small, maybe 3 or 4 years old, sitting in the middle of his cradle. Next to him is his twin brother. He is sleeping and Zolt feels himself look him over with a hint of jealousy.

Zolt tries to shake himself awake, to come back to reality. He does not want to relive the experience he knows is going to take place, but it is no use.

He watches with horror as his tiny hand creeps towards his sleeping brother, coming to rest on the baby's tiny neck.

He starts weeping as he slowly digs his fingers inside his brother's flesh tearing out a piece and bringing it to his mouth even as his baby twin wakes up and starts wailing. Zolt places a hand over his brother's mouth to stifle to crys and lowers his mouth to the warm flesh.

The warm blood squirts under his teeth as they pierce the skin and he drinks it avidly, tearing out chunks of pulsating flesh from his squirming brother.

Zolt watches on as bit by bit he devours his twin until nothing is left but the bloody stains on the craddle's sheets.

The room goes dark again and light flickers as he finds himself back in the room of mirrors, hunched on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks, burning into his soul.

"I am sorry my brother..." He wails crying out his despair in the nothingness that surrounds him.

 

[chewbacca71]

Benjamin

Benjamin starts to come too, after a heady night of soul searching. He decides that he will join this group that he can sense has just arrived at the Carnival. They have a mission to combat evil even if they all are a little evil to boot. He pushes open the top to his coffin and sees one of the newcomers coming into his room. He is not sure how it was accomplished but the man is here nonetheless. Benjamin can hear the cries of anguish and the falling of tears into emptiness of those people caught in the hall of mirrors.

During his own initial trip into here, he was presented with the scene of his own turning. He had invited a friend to stay with his family, having no idea that this visitor was actually a vampire. Maybe the fact that he ate and drank nothing at the dinner table and avoided the mirrors should have been a hint, but Benjamin was too wrapped up to notice. His first indication was when he heard his sister scream from her room. She had gone to bed early, not feeling well. His friend David had just left the room to go to the bathroom right before the scream was heard.

Benjamin jumped up from his chair and went to see what she was screaming about. When he gets to her room, he hears her belt out a blood curdling scream. He throws open the door, into a scene from a nightmare. David is standing up on his sisters bed, holding her limp body. Her neck had been pierced and blood drips from in onto the sheets. He can see that one of her arms had been pulled off and was laying on the floor nearest the window. Benjamin looks towards Davids face and sees a maniacal look on a face covered in blood and gore. Blood runs down his face in rivlets, dripping onto his clothes ; a river of blood mute evidence to the destruction he has wrought.

David smiles at Benjamin and says, "Thank you for inviting me, I could never have come in without your help. Your sister was quite succulent, I hope all of your family is. I will save you for last. " David pushes Benjamin aside and goes to the door. Benjamins father has taken down his shotgun and gets off a blast that hits David in the stomach. David , looking at the pellets imbedded in his flesh, looks at Ben's father "Puny mortal, you cannot harm me with such things. I was undead before your grandfather was even borne. Here, look and see your family die before your eyes. What , you are looking the wrong way, let me help you. "

With a display of inhuman strength, David grabs Ben's father by the head, turning his head all the way around with a involuntary cracking of vertebrae. His life extinguished like a candle, Bens father falls bonelessly to the floor. Benjamin comes out of the doorway, just as his father hits the floor. Benjamin screams "FATHER" and launches himself at David. With a contemptous snort, David flicks Benjamin off his back. "Tempt me not young man or you will be next. " Benjamin has the wind knocked out of him and can only watch helplessly as David finds his mother hiding in the pantry.

Holding her off the floor at arms length, David addresses Mary, Bens mother. "Hello there Mary, I have enjoyed visiting with your family. You have all provided me with some entertainment and amusement. I trust you understand that I will personally look after young Benjamin for you. I can feel the spark of evil in him, that I am sure you have sensed. Dont worry for him, he will be in good hands. " After saying this , David puts one hand on each shoulder, then with a twitch of his mighty strength, he rips her body in half. All her organs fall out onto a bloody heap on the floor , leaving a steaming pile. David laughs and throws the now useless empty shells of flesh to each side. He grabs Benjamin by the throat, pulling him off his feet.

"You my friend will be a sweet treat. I will savor the taste of your blood for many a day. You are inclined towards evil, much as I am so I am giving you the ultimate gift. Immortality and a chance to spread evil throughout the world. " After his speech, David clamps down on Benjamins neck with a rush of razor sharp teeth. Benjamins last thought before a long sleep is to pray that his family will find rest in the afterlife, unlike himself.

 

[Violent C]

Trevor sat huddled in a corner of the room.

He didn't know what to do, and it was eating him alive inside. He always knew just what to do. ALWAYS! But now...now he was full of self-doubt. What had happened? When did it all get away from him? At first he was searching for power. Invoking daemons, stealing souls, usurping the cosimic balance, anything to attain his goal of omnipotence. Then there was the...unpleasantness with the voodoo god Baron Samedi. After that he had done anything and everything he could to redeem himself by eliminating the scum of this universe. Every action since then had been toward that seemingly benevolent goal. Yet...yet the only reason he did it was to redeem himself. His motivation was as selfish as before, only the actions had changed. He was so unsure about everything now. Ever since the dammnable daemon...but wait, that wasn't right. Ever since he entered the hall...

...that was it! It was the hall that was causing him to doubt himself! It was all a ploy to confound him, to control him! But now, now his resolve was doubled. He would find a way out of the eternal labryinth of mirrors, find the rest of his rag-tag team, and beat the living hell out of that daemon!

"I will not be beaten! Do you hear me? I WILL NOT BE BEATEN!!"

He walked straight past the coffin and went out in search of Kass, a new fire burining deep within him.

 

[hybirdx]

milo let zerro out of the dimension.He tarted to walk away from the orb,but before he did,he gave that senile old man a one-two.As he walked he remembered his first time he snapped and went on a killing spree.

***
''it was....It was one-thousand,three hundread years ago....A littel girls mother was killed by an army of hoodlum knites that worked for the king.she was crying and sobing so hard she passed out right in front of me.I was so angry i couldn't help it!I had to have my revenge for these assholes!No more killing,no more suffering,no more sadness this king had to go!

I ran as fast as i could destroying any gaurd in my path'' ''stop yu-gwahhh!!!!'' i didn't hesitate on killing any gaurds,anyone!i was blinded with rage,an archer tried to hit me with his arrow,but before he knew it I brutally stabed him,and watched as every single drop of blood dripped.Then,without thought i raised my sword then thrusted it down splitting him in half''fool!Did you relly think you can kill the legendary wolf warrior!?!''Thats what they called me in those days,because....i'm a werewolf

I finally made it to the hell hold,nothing could stop my rage now!every gaurd,pawn,mage,maid,cook died before my hands only to scream an agonizing death before my theeth sunck into their foolish fleash.Hell I even killed the jester!(actualy i had fun killing him!

now to the king!i walked slowly up the stairs hearing the kings whimper.''wha-what do you want with me'' your soul comanded kills to the poor pesents that respected you!now you must pay for all of your evil deeds'' the king hwever taken his sword and stabed me hundreads of times and i finnaly died.but of course,i can't stay dead!the king knew he was going to die......but why....why must he do something so inhummain as he he did!?!

that fool killed his wife right in front of my eyes!then he killed the baby!he realy pissed me of then.i slowly chanted a fire spell that would maked him burn every second until he can't stand it anymore and die''culymos,cubiky,hiarky,shumata!''the blow killed him in seven minutes but before he died i told him somthing that made him only smile''i wanted to spare you offspring but now your daughter must die!i cant let another you live!''

the whole castle was burning,but i knew whear to find her.I saw her scared out of her mind behinde a servent''get out of my way kid.'' ''no i wont let you kill her!'' for an moment i saw an child,i saw me when i defended an....friend.i knew he was sick looking at his pale face.my mind was having a war!''kill him and the girl!you cant let those poor people suffer anymore!'' "no!can't you see?he is you!the you if you wern't cursed!wont you let some bodie live in your path?where you can see how it would of happened if you were not cursed?

"kid....i'm going to let you both live.''

 

[PmTick]

Lucky

I made it back to the bigtop, no one else was in sight. "Hmmm this is odd. Alright guys, let's take that thing apart!" I took out my bowie knife and tried to cut the rope but it was as hard as steel. "What the fuck? Hey guys do you know why I can't cut the rope?"

I placed the hearing aide back in my ear so I can listen to them, "It appears to be magic rope sir! Only we can take it apart with our hellfire powers, but it's gonna take awhile." "Well alright then, do what you have to but this can't be up or else the demon is gonna get trapped."

 

[chewbacca71]

Benjamin

Benjamin hears the scream of the people trapped by the powers of the mirrors echoing into his room. He is not totally sure what quest they are on here in the Carnival, but will do what he can to get on their good side. That way they may take him back to the real world with them when they leave. He gets out of the coffin and places his arms above his head. He starts to gather his psychic energy within himself. He has not exercised his powers much since being here, and he is quickly full of power. Arcs of Lightning jump between his outstretched arms.

He thinks of his family and their last moments together, the mental image allowing him to exercise this vast expenditure of power. He releases it towards the mirrors within the Hall of Mirrors. He can hear the clink of falling glass as all the mirrors shatter at once. Anyone under their enchantment is instantly released. Benjamin hopes this will be enough help rendered to the adventurers for them to let him join. Brushing pieces of broken mirror off his clothes, Benjamin moves towards the last area where he had heard noise.

 

[Arc da Rat]

The ax-welding gentleman suggests that we split up to take the daemon on from two angles, one as bait & the other to ambush. He also suggests that our host guide us thru the place. The Clown speaks agreeing with him, and then suggests a plan with a warning. Shawnee takes ones of the flares & places it in an inner pocket of her jacket. She watches on how the other split the party. Then the bickering begins ...

The neither Kid nor Sex-N-Leather go about choosing their partners the right way. The voice that she heard from the club, before the group was magick-ed, speaks about how to kill a demon. Shawnee checks him out & while the choosing partner nonsense goes on about them. This new character looked normal enough to her but when she took a whiff of is scent. It stank of something un-holy but not dead. The comment of keeping holy water away from him confirmed that fact. She was here with some pretty big hitters. ::If they just could all gel together, we may make it out whole.::

It seems the ancient-one was getting fed up with the bickering & takes the lead, plus the vamp girl with him. As the others sort out the grouping, Shawnee takes out what looks like a piece of cloth. But when she shakes it out, it turns out to be a bag. She then starts to strip off her clothes. Jacket, boots & skirt get tossed into the bag. Leaving her in French-cut undies, bra, fishnet top & stockings. ::I am glad that Grand-pappy gave me this old relict. It comes in handy to have a dimensional pocket. I ruin fewer clothes this way.:: She stick her hand into the bag & pull out a pair of large fingerless gauntlets. Everyone is still busy fighting, as she shifts to Were-panther form. The seems on her clothes gives way leaving Shawnee naked as the day she was born.

Slipping on the gloves, she see Red, the Soul-Taker & the Kid followed by Hot Leather start moving toward the Big Top. The Goth-Chickie is drawn to the place called the House of Mirrors from what the sign said. The Card-Welding-Clown warnings her not to go in there, but ends up entering after her. He is followed by the Un-Holy-Soldier & the Bounty-Hunter. Shawnee trys to follow the daemon by scent but the place is to concentrated with demons for her to get a lock on it. The host of Nightshade had said all ways lead to the Big Top. So she follows the three heading toward the center of this place several yards behind them.

 

[hybirdx]

zerro saw an hapy face on the sick kid before he punched him in the gut knocking him out"........*sigh!*ok now back to buissnes."zerro walked over to the princess more scared than ever she now cowwering in a cornerr trying to evade the fire"don't worry I said I'm going to let you live!I'll keep me promiss if you do me a small favor."she slowly nodded still practely paralized with fear."there is a kid,a littel girl whos'e mother was killed by one of your fathers kintes,give her a home"she nodded in disbelife not beliving that the ruthless wolf warrior is asking her to take care of some bodie!"why would the...."he shook his head telling her to stop.

"before this I had a home,before I was cursed to live forever I had an friend.you remind me of her"zerro turned to look at an that wasn't scorched yet then he broke it letting the freash air hit"come on un less you want to be killed"
**********

"meh!I hate flashbacks!"he finnaly found the big top but didn't see chloe or the other guy "shit.....hmmm?is that....mya!?!"

 

[Khadgar]

Ranken

Ranken backed away, watching himself being dragged out the door. and then, a hacked up form, slashed into stripps so the arms and legs, and lines of flesh flapped as the body was thrown back into the room. when it hit the wallall the innards surged out of the small netted flesh, heart, lungs, intestines, kidneys, liver, all of it. the organs blackened and sick, sliding in every direction across the slick floor. then, the first image of himself, the one with the arm hanging by a thread stalked through the door.

he had killed.... himself. andf he was about to do it again. Ranken turned and dove out the window, but instead of meeting with the boy that had himself taken this trip, he flew out the other end of the mirror. the image was right behind him, but somehow he managed to escape with only a wicked slash, breaking the skin on his back, but nothing else. With his exit, the mirror shattered. bullets whizzed past him, blowing apart other mirrors Ranken hit the ground, his immage caught up in the hail of rounds.

Ranken saw off to his right Kass. he headed for her, his mind again commong into what was important. his life, and his bounty. He stepped up beside Kass, who seemed to be staring off into space, and said "hey, you okay?"

Fortunatly, his Image was still recovering from the bullet wounds, shattering the mirrors didn't seem to have any effect on him.

 

[crysede]

Kass:
The snake disappeared in a shower of shattering glass, but it was several moments before she realized it was gone: the bright red eyes continued to stare at her from within her own mind and she could feel the serpents cold coils wrapped about her soul.

Someone next to her was speaking, or had he finished speaking but she was only now hearing it? She felt so disconnected from time, as though she was standing still while the world continued - and it felt good to be still, to be empty. Turning her head to the man beside her, she looked at him with curiously: the bounty hunter, Kass remembered him now. He was looking at her impatiently, waiting for some reply - what had he asked her? Yes that was it - her thoughts were moving more freely again now.

"Fine, I'm fine." She said, not bothering to consider whether she was or not. "What are you doing in here?"