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This opera truly is like a maze and even though I had some knowledge of were I was, I still had a lot of trouble steering us both in those corridors. Troubles that started getting on my nerves, which were already quite itchy from the previous peak of adrenaline I've had, and the fact that Liz was slowing us down while moaning and mopping around weren't the best of ways to make me calm down.
-"Liz for God's sake, will you please shut it, we're already in a sticky situation... why don't you go and sound the bugle to let 'im know where we are, eh?" I whispered through clenched teeth.
-"But, I thought you had abandoned me! You always do that...!" she said whimpering even more.
-"Liz, this guy, this... clown... d'you know him...?" I asked as I grasped her by both her shoulders ; she nodded.
-"God dam Liz, you know that it's not a good thing not trust the appearance only, but even Ray Charles wouldn't trust 'im!" I told her desperate.
-"But he was nice and who are you to judge?! You never play with me! And if mommy hadn't told you to take me here, you'd still be in your room with your shitty books!" she accused as she struggled out of my grip. "You never wanted a little sister! So quit pretending! I hate you!!" she shouted before rush down the corridor.
-"LIZ!" I shouted whiled chasing her. Unfortunately, even though I was at full speed, she did manage to give me the slip in the dark... She was right, I've never taken the time to play with her... or just a very little and, even though my studies take a lot of my time, I could always find some to stay with her, to help her do her homework, go see her end of the year show... sighting, I resumed walking, hoping that this freak wouldn't find her before I do. Striding faster and faster but also as silently as I could, I paced through the numerous corridors and many rooms and then, the wooden ceiling started creaking above me : it sounded like footsteps...
All around the mulberry bush,
the monkey chased the weasel ;
He was there... upstairs, the only place I hadn't already searched through... As I hid myself behind a door, I heard those creaking noises get closer from the staircase...
the monkey thought 'twas all in good fun,
Pop ! Goes the weasel !
All of a sudden, a cry pierced the the silence : 'Liz' was the first thing that came to my mind and, cautiously, I went out in the corridor and ran, steering myself towards the source of this blood curdling scream.
-"Y/N!" Liz cried desperately. It could have been a trap... but if it wasn't one, and that she was truly endangered, then I'll definitely be the worst sister the world has ever known.
Those sounds lead me behind the scenes and, as I entered, a deadly silence fell upon the room. Panting heavily, I readied myself to call for Liz but was cut off by another scream, which preceded a loud and feral growl followed by a single metallic noise... I rushed to an old chair and started unscrewing one of its leg. Once the metallic bar in my hand, I resumed sneaking forward, stopping at every row of mirrors to see if there was anything preying on me. Something seamed off, and the sinister quiet of this place only kept on reinforcing this idea. Always on my guard, I suddenly caught sight of something slithering in the shadows. Alerted, I took cover and, under a table cover with multiple fabrics, I saw Liz.
-"Liz." I called her whispering, relieved to see her safe and sound. As she turned to me, she only beckoned me to shut up. I then motioned her to come but she shook her head 'no'. It looked like she was shaking and her eyes were as big as saucers... what could possibly be hanging out here to frighten her that much...? Yet, the clown had remained upstairs...
Plic... Plic
Out of nowhere, drops kept on falling from the ceiling and participated on forming a ever growing puddle on the floor. I ventured to take a look at the roof, but didn't find a thing in the blackness of it. My eyes returned to my little sister's form and, in all my life, I had never seen her so damn scared. That's when I heard it ; that hostile rumbling from behind me... My muscles stiffened abruptly,, my heart sped up, my eyes went wide and my hand tightened itself around the iron rod I wielded. Liz started to move some but I motioned her to stay still. Soon, I felt a cool breathing on the back of my neck, more than the sensation of being cornered, I felt as though I was an insect caught in a web.
-"Y/N!" Liz cried desperately. It could have been a trap... but if it wasn't one, and that she was truly endangered, then I'll definitely be the worst sister the world has ever known.
Those sounds lead me behind the scenes and, as I entered, a deadly silence fell upon the room. Panting heavily, I readied myself to call for Liz but was cut off by another scream, which preceded a loud and feral growl followed by a single metallic noise... I rushed to an old chair and started unscrewing one of its leg. Once the metallic bar in my hand, I resumed sneaking forward, stopping at every row of mirrors to see if there was anything preying on me. Something seamed off, and the sinister quiet of this place only kept on reinforcing this idea. Always on my guard, I suddenly caught sight of something slithering in the shadows. Alerted, I took cover and, under a table cover with multiple fabrics, I saw Liz.
-"Liz." I called her whispering, relieved to see her safe and sound. As she turned to me, she only beckoned me to shut up. I then motioned her to come but she shook her head 'no'. It looked like she was shaking and her eyes were as big as saucers... what could possibly be hanging out here to frighten her that much...? Yet, the clown had remained upstairs...
Plic... Plic
Out of nowhere, drops kept on falling from the ceiling and participated on forming a ever growing puddle on the floor. I ventured to take a look at the roof, but didn't find a thing in the blackness of it. My eyes returned to my little sister's form and, in all my life, I had never seen her so damn scared. That's when I heard it ; that hostile rumbling from behind me... My muscles stiffened abruptly,, my heart sped up, my eyes went wide and my hand tightened itself around the iron rod I wielded. Liz started to move some but I motioned her to stay still. Soon, I felt a cool breathing on the back of my neck, more than the sensation of being cornered, I felt as though I was an insect caught in a web.
Every night when I get home
At that instant, a lightning bolt made it's way through the night and lit up the room. I then saw what seemed to be an arm ready to strike. Risking my all, I closed my eyes , turned around and, as the thunder roared, I stabbed my assailant with all my might. When I reopened my eyes, I found myself face to face with what I assumed had been a human's face : empty orbits, a snatched nose with half of its face carved up, only a gigantic and toothless grin could complete the terrific portrait that I faced at the moment. The thing was inerte at first, but then a spasm ran through it and, in the blink of an eye, I found myself cutting through the air to finally end up colliding violently with a dresser. My arm hurt like hell and my head felt dizzy but I still was lucid enough to that my attacker was now standing a few feet from me, its arms hanging in the air, as though her wrists were suspended by invisible threads... her knocked-knees and her dangling head... She was still... Another bolt : she had disappeared.
Still somewhat stunned, I used what was left of my last adrenaline rush to stand up. Scanning frantically the area for this damn dummy, I clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes, still on the lookout.
Suddenly, a noise erupted right behind me and, as I turned around, I realized that the iron bar I had, had remained stuck into my foe, therefore, making me more vulnerable than ever. Panicked, I scanned the dark area for the faint glow of any reachable makeshift metallic weapon... locking on an object of a few inches, laid on a vanity that was around thirty feet away from me... would I only be fast enough to get it?
As my brain was firing and my muscles overdosed on adrenaline, I felt something cold, moist and scabrous running from my jaw to my cheekbone.
Slave to my instinct, my I threw myself to the ground and after a roll, I managed to dodge my assailant. Now only at sixteen feet away from the object, I checked the dummy's position before it vanished again and rushed to the vanity... I almost had it....
As I grasped it, a hand caught my throat and slammed me against the vanity's mirror. I thrashed, bit and clawed at the hands that strangled me.
Still somewhat stunned, I used what was left of my last adrenaline rush to stand up. Scanning frantically the area for this damn dummy, I clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes, still on the lookout.
Suddenly, a noise erupted right behind me and, as I turned around, I realized that the iron bar I had, had remained stuck into my foe, therefore, making me more vulnerable than ever. Panicked, I scanned the dark area for the faint glow of any reachable makeshift metallic weapon... locking on an object of a few inches, laid on a vanity that was around thirty feet away from me... would I only be fast enough to get it?
As my brain was firing and my muscles overdosed on adrenaline, I felt something cold, moist and scabrous running from my jaw to my cheekbone.
Slave to my instinct, my I threw myself to the ground and after a roll, I managed to dodge my assailant. Now only at sixteen feet away from the object, I checked the dummy's position before it vanished again and rushed to the vanity... I almost had it....
As I grasped it, a hand caught my throat and slammed me against the vanity's mirror. I thrashed, bit and clawed at the hands that strangled me.
The monkey’s on the table,
I started loosing all feeling in my hands, my vision became blurry and my ears were ringing... nearing asphyxia, I somehow got released and, as my lungs finally fueled themselves with oxygen, I got up to see what had happened.
Take a stick and knock it off,
At that moment, I saw Liz, a broom in her hand and the creature's cut one attached the hilt. Horrified by the sight of its shattered bone, it still was nothing compared to terror that overtook me as the severed hand began crawling up the wooden handle. She gasped in horror and threw her makeshift weapon as far as she could... My turn! seizing what seemed like an applicator for false nails, I got up and rushed for the puppet. Clinging to its back, I stabbed it repetitively and as hard as I could. The thing did not shriek nor howl in pain, but the black and funny smelling blood, started spurting from her grayish veines and spattered everything. Still clinging on and even though I had gotten some in my eyes, I raised my pick and
pierced its brain via its sinuses ; she toppled to the floor with me on her back, sweating like hell.
-"Y/N..." Liz cried as she ran towards me, her arms outstretched.
-"STAY BACK!!" I shouted with a surprisingly strict and rough tone. "Go and fetch me a pair of scissors or a knife... something sharp" I ordered.
-"But Y/n..." she whimpered trembling.
-"DO WHAT I SAID! NOW!! DO YOU WANT THIS SHIT COMING BACK ON US ALLOVER AGAIN?!!" I roared. She left crying but after around two minutes, she she came back with sharp-looking sewing scissors. Using all my knowledge in biologie, I began cutting the sinews that seemed to link her with the ceiling's darkness and, from the fear of it coming back on us, I dismembered it entirely ; slicing each joint and cracking the cartilages of those I couldn't, I rose my head after I finished and ended up facing my little sister's horrified look... but... she wasn't looking at something crawling from behind... no... this time.... she was looking straight at me, at my hands... at my handiwork... and that's when we heard him.
Pop! goes the weasel.
pierced its brain via its sinuses ; she toppled to the floor with me on her back, sweating like hell.
-"Y/N..." Liz cried as she ran towards me, her arms outstretched.
-"STAY BACK!!" I shouted with a surprisingly strict and rough tone. "Go and fetch me a pair of scissors or a knife... something sharp" I ordered.
-"But Y/n..." she whimpered trembling.
-"DO WHAT I SAID! NOW!! DO YOU WANT THIS SHIT COMING BACK ON US ALLOVER AGAIN?!!" I roared. She left crying but after around two minutes, she she came back with sharp-looking sewing scissors. Using all my knowledge in biologie, I began cutting the sinews that seemed to link her with the ceiling's darkness and, from the fear of it coming back on us, I dismembered it entirely ; slicing each joint and cracking the cartilages of those I couldn't, I rose my head after I finished and ended up facing my little sister's horrified look... but... she wasn't looking at something crawling from behind... no... this time.... she was looking straight at me, at my hands... at my handiwork... and that's when we heard him.
-« Ohohohohoh... Ya really do know how to give me a huuuuuuge stonker Y/n... com'on, cut her a bit more.... go on! more... moreeee... MORE!!!" he moaned out, his breath short and his voix a feral roar.
-"SHUT UP!!!" I shouted covering my ears. A zombified dummy wanting to slaughter us and deadly hide and seek would have been quite enough horror for at least three whole lives... but having to hear a psychopathic clown jerking off before a dissection... well 'FUCK IT! I'M OUT!!'
-"SHUT UP!!!" I shouted covering my ears. A zombified dummy wanting to slaughter us and deadly hide and seek would have been quite enough horror for at least three whole lives... but having to hear a psychopathic clown jerking off before a dissection... well 'FUCK IT! I'M OUT!!'
-«MhmhmhkaTYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Disgusted by this freak's remarks, I seized Liz' hand and ran out of this room and into the narrow corridor of stone.
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That's disgusting, even for Laughing Jack. Makes for an awesome horror factor though.