Velvet Shadows /solo/

[Evilyn]

As darkness blooms and blood doth flow like the river wilds of times long ago. Smeared across the cobblestones there tendrils branch out like broken glass from the primemordel source and Evilyn at last could taste sweet nothings.
A cacaphony of the shrillest screams as hands reached beyond there limit towards the void, freedom from the darkest dankest pits of earthly horror.
Alas a lit candle burned brighter then a thousand suns as she stood beyond the door between the living and the damned.

But something held her back

If she left this world in peace they had won, her legacy of cruelity and gore would be over and in time she would be forgotten.
But should she choose this waking hell of unlife she could walk this blurred line as monster and once again torment the living.
Evilyn would be a true nightmare creature, the terrifying beast that lurks within the closet or just under your bed.

She chose to be a monster in that last moment as life escaped azure pools of sky blue. The windows into her wicked soul, closed forever as she washed away from this plane of mortality and with her last parting breath her mortal coil unfurled as she parted with herself with but an empty smile.

[Evilyn]

It was as difficult as it was simple

Transcendance.

Her thoughts deteriorated, her original goals faded, and who she was as a living breathing being was dead and buried.

As if sharpened steel meant for singular purpose, comprised of fragmented thoughts blurred with memories and feelings like thrown confetti her mind was warped and twisted like bad timber as if she didnt remember but did. But that one little itch remained as powerful as ever that sinful behavior the INTENT of who she was flooded her empty being with utter jubilation. Evilyn was gone, yet she remained it was dark and lovely.

It was on that evening a monster was born.
But it was on this evening, the anniversary of her slaying she would arise.

[Evilyn]

A snaking non corporal cloud moved with the breeze like a jelly fish flowing with the tide, she may have latched onto unlife but the ghost was stranded in the vastness of the ocean for she was not yet truly powerful. Evilyn was once again a baby learning to crawl, it was easier to follow the stream then fight the current.

As she flowed like running water admist the crowds there facades was akin to looking through the bottom of a beer glass, there forms mishapen taking on the properties of a house of mirrors. There words and conversations blurred in a colydascope world of entropy.

Washed upon a foreign shore the cobble stone paths and roads, a lone man stood rigid as a board.

A man waiting to catch a carriage.
Wouldnt it be Ironic if the carriage caught him?
How wondrously curious a delightful mistep of grave misfortune

Thunderous steps of hoof and iron clashed upon bedrock, powerful steeds.

And our little haunt would seize the oppurtunity.

Soulmisting a pebble she pushed it to required perfection, just a half step infront of the man whos back was turned to the road fidgeting with his coins.

Using soulmisting again to perfom a mysterious strangers abrupt nudge, to cause the gentleman to rock back and as he stepped back to regain his balance a bit in shock his foot did hit tiny little pebble and what a mischevious little devil it was. He flung back landing posterior first in the road, as he got up to turn however.

His face was greeted by a thick and heavy spinning wood wheel, killed instantly as face smashed and crushed spouting brain bone and blood with stomach curdling crunch. The driver frantic, the horses alarmed flew to the side. But to little to late, the carriage flailed at high speed and tipped back the driver attempting to regain control smashed to the ground, a complete and utter catastrophy.

Rock and Roll
The levels of irony were astroligical.

[Evilyn]

The driver had smashed into the cobblestone road, as his head slammed into the ground his body contorted and twisted in ways from the sitting position that snap crackle popped his bones in ways that they just werent supposed to.

He was barely concious, eyes closed trying to open. He had just experienced a whole world of agony, the worst had past as he lay on the ground.

Then just a splash, drip, drip, drop a gentle pitter patter of cool liquid splashed upon him. It felt refreshing, but such a horrid pungent chemical smell.

As eyes began to open, he saw the light.
The light swayed to the left, then to the right.

As the spinning began to subside the darkness and blurr began to fade his eyes readjusted to discover that he was flipped sideways and the lantern on its respective holding piece tipped but managed just barely to hold onto its hook just looming over him some three feet above his head.

Trying to scramble he couldnt move, his body broken.

Evilyn soulmisted just a nudge no more force then a gentle breeze to rock the lantern off balance, the man endrenched in lantern fluid could only display his displeasure as his eyes widened to the size of saucers as that lantern came a tumbling down, the driver then exploded into a violent conflageration.

Fire raged and devoured wood and timber at an accelerated rate thanks to the lantern fluid.
And as the cabin became feverishly warn there suddenly came a noise from the carriage.

Pounding, Screaming, Pounding, Screaming.

As blistering heat began to heighten and intensify.

The carriage had tipped sideways on its door.

As the carriage itself was engulfed by hot fire, the passenger was trapped.
So hot inside the meat would slide off the bone, skin melts, and organs boil and deteriorate. By the time they got him out of that inferno he would be a skeleton sitting in goopy and chunky broccoli and chedder soup.

[Evilyn]

There was a fulfillment in her actions tonight she reveled in the chaos, as the fire raged and wrapped and coiled around the carriage. She lofted none corporaly victoriously over the havoc with a cheshire cat smile wide as the moon.

It was this satisfaction that willed her back into this unlife.

But something was missing.

Returning to the first victim she soul misted blood to form a smiley face on the cobblestone path before leaving the seen with shear delight