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Charmeddude0

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So, I decided I want the Spirit to be a crazy mofo... Yeah, so I decided she's gonna eff some stuff up.

So, I'm about 3/4 done with Chapter 7. I'm trying to make sure it's good, because this is pretty close to the end. Agh, I hope you guys like it... this is kinda exciting.

I think I'm actually gonna complete this one.

06-Sep-2010 03:50:46 - Last edited on 06-Sep-2010 04:10:27 by Charmeddude0

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06-Sep-2010 20:32:49

Charmeddude0

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First of all, thank you for taking my opening joke seriosuly.

Second of all, I don't know what this "valley of hairspray" is - Perhaps it's what's killign the O-Zone layer? - but a valkyrie, in some kind of mythology (I read it in a Russian thing), is a decider of fates.

Kinda like angels.

07-Sep-2010 00:25:20

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CHAPTER 7:

From the outside, Burning Blair forest looked like sanctuary. It was empty now, for everyone was too afraid to venture into its ominous and seemingly haunted depths. Jack chose to ignore the rumors of the Burning Blair Ghost, a ghost that had risen from the dead with the sole purpose to destroy whoever killed a saint such as Jennifer Stone, and to use the Burning Blair Forest as a jumping point for his investigation.

He stood outside of the forest. Its trees resembled towers, guarding whatever was inside. He approached the entrance the citizens of Crater City had created years ago, which was just a dirt path, with some broken twigs where trees once stood. Slowly, Jack’s mind began to wonder, conjuring up visions of mysteries such an infamous landmark could hold. Treasure, beasts, deep, underground, holding cells for the Royal One’s prisoners; he couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Whatever it was, he hoped it had nothing to do with the Royal One. The meeting previous ended in a way that was most unpleasant for Jack. This little escapade into the forest served not only as an investigation, but also a distraction. The Royal One had defeated him, and he wanted to forget it. Subconsciously, he convinced himself it never happened.

He couldn’t take it. He charged into the forest, tempted and teased by his own imagination, tossing any and all doubt to the side. It would be now or never, and Jack couldn’t stand knowing he could’ve explored such a mysterious place. Like a child in a (haunted) candy store, Jack eagerly began his investigation.

09-Sep-2010 02:06:15

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The forest held an eerie allure over Jack, feeding his eagerness, like a siren call. Something in the air egged him on, teasing him to go further and further. The feeling became more and more aggressive. He needed to see what was behind that tree, because, he swore on his mother’s undead soul, he heard a noise. He did*’t care what it was; anything to figure out what happened to Jennifer Stone, even if it meant death. He needed to go further, deeper, into the forest, inspect every shadow, push over every rock, climb every tree.

He could never leave. He needed to stay. Because he was a bad man, and, here, a bad man could die like they should.

Jack couldn’t believe it, but he had no desire to leave. Something inside made him believe this could be his home. It felt like fingers picking through his brain, treating it like a filing cabinet. Every so often, it dropped in a new file, and a new emotion was felt. And this time, he felt a familiar barbaric drive. He craved blood, money, and power. He craved a life he had long forgotten.

Jack the Bounty Hunter wasn’t always a bounty hunter, of course, but that was a life he had long forgotten. Years as a mercenary without a cause replaced the once glamorous life as a mass murderer. He was the most fabulous of serial killers. He owned all of the most expensive real estate, he was the man men feared, the man women wanted to be with, and the one everyone knew could kill them if he wanted to. He had power, and control.

But it was spontaneous, unpredictable, and sometimes dangerous. All those years he spent as a wanderer, alone with nothing but his backpack and a gun, popped up in his head. These memories were gone, forgotten, replaced with the stability of a life as a hired killer. Yet, now, they were all that ever mattered. All confidence and eagerness was replaced with a yearning and longing for that life. Jack dropped to his knees, mourning the life he’d lost forever.

09-Sep-2010 02:07:09

Charmeddude0

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And, for what? Stability and safety. Since when did he become so rigid?

“Wait…” Jack grasped his face, drops of sweat creeping through his fingers. “This isn’t me. No, no, what’s going on?” he asked, as if expecting the forest to answer. And, now, what was this? Jack felt a sensation of paranoia come over him. His hands dropped to his thighs, and his eyes expanded wildly.

The leaves were the ears of the trees, and the trees were spies, spies of the Burning Blair ghost, looking to torture Jack for breaking into their domain. Their branches were mystic fingers, granted mystic properties by a shaman, that entered Jack’s memory and… and, what? Ate them? Drank them? Fed them to the ghost? No, they manifested these memories…

“This is nonsense!” Jack screamed at the top of his lungs. He jumped to his feet and wiped his palms against his pants. He did*’t know what was going on, but the forest was playing tricks on him, trying to use his mind and his past against him. He did*’t know how, but he had to fight it, progress, and find out what happened to Jennifer Stone.

During his crazed, hallucinogenic rampage through the forest, he’d ran deep into its dark depths. Confused as to where he was, and what he was looking for, Jack searched for some kind of clue. Trying his best, he ignored the feelings and the voices from the forest, but he felt fatigued. His legs were like jelly, he was nauseous, and his mind was racing. But none of that mattered, he’d do anything to figure out what happened to Jennifer Stone.

This would be the biggest pay check he could ever imagine getting.

There was absolutely no evidence of the Royal One’s search parties, especially not a trail. Jack proceeded through the forest, assuming he’d reach the clearing sooner or later. The Royal One was told that the body was found in the darkest depths of the forest. These depths were only semi dark, he was sure there was more to go.

09-Sep-2010 02:08:00

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And, so, Jack moved through the forest, unsure of where he was going. And then he came to the clearing. It was a bloody mess like nothing he’d ever seen. Bodies were strewn across the clearing, blood and gore sprayed over the ground. Limbs hung from the trees, and whatever was left of the bodies were almost unrecognizable… except for the armor. These were the king’s men. And, in the center of the scene, there was a mound of dirt and a shovel.

Jack assumed this was the clearing the Royal One had talked about, seeing as how it was at the foot of a cliff. But he did*’t understand; the Royal One had said that his men returned with no harm, that there was absolutely no one here to cause any sort of resistance. Jack’s unease and nausea took a back seat to his new found desire to solve this mystery.

He examined the dirt mound, deciding it looked fresh, newly dug. “What’re you hiding, forest?” Jack wondered aloud, hoping this new habit of talking to seemingly inanimate structures would be gone by time he left this forest. He ripped the shovel out of the earth and began to dig vigorously, that same child like enthusiasm from earlier present. As he dug deeper and deeper, the dirt seemed to grow heavier and heavier.

Time seemed to go in reverse, as it seemed to take forever to get to the bottom of the hole. Yet, even then, Jack couldn’t trust his own perception of what felt like the end. When it seemed like he had reached the bottom, the earth would seem to grow a few extra feet. ‘Perhaps,’ thought Jack. ‘The laws of the natural world don’t apply here…?’ Maybe this forest was haunted. And, then it hit him.

How was he going to get himself out of this hole?

09-Sep-2010 02:09:08

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The initial concern was soon replaced by wonder once again. Almost conveniently, Jack had hit some kind of hard object. A rock, perhaps? Jack threw the shovel aside and dropped to his knees. He dusted off the object; he found that it was rectangular, made of a thin, almost rotten wood, and had the words “RIP Sylvia ‘The Infected’ Krovich” inscribed into it. Jack excitement made itself known through a grin that stretched his face to almost painful lengths.

He couldn’t believe he’d found this coffin. He grasped a corner and recklessly ripped it off. The coffin cover splintered open, and what he saw did*’t surprise him. In the coffin lay a rotten skeleton, broken and decomposed over the years. Jack stood as he took in the image of the skeleton. There did*’t seem like anything else to do, but examine the decomposed skeleton. It was almost anticlimactic.

Without anything else to do, or any other goals, he pursued the coffin. He assumed the skeleton was that of the Burning Blair ghost, which offered more incentive to continue digging.

Jack ripped at the coffin, tearing off each rotten plank individually. With each pull he got a fuller, more complete view of the skeleton. There seemed to be some kind of amulet trapped inside the skeleton’s rib cage. In stark contrast to the surrounding darkness, it shined like a star. It called out for Jack’s reach with a hypnotic glow, much similar to that of the rest of the forest.

The closer his hand got to the amulet, the brighter it got until the light was blinding. But Jack ignored the glare and persevered. He grasped the amulet after pushing aside its surrounding rib cage. Its impenetrable light engulfed the entire hole, its light burning his hands. Jack threw the amulet to the coffin and examined his sizzling, singed hands. Its light swallowed everything until it was all that existed. Jack was alone in this shock white void, his eyes clutched shut away from the blinding light.

09-Sep-2010 02:09:45

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