Moriah was walking home form school, listening to her iPod. Next thing she knew someone had grabbed her and before she could fight back something cold and sharp punctured her neck as some kind of liquid entered her veins. She felt drowsy and before she could tell she was out.
When Moriah came to, she was in a long flowing dress that was the same auburn as her hair. She looked around, completely confused but not scared. "What in the world is going on?!" She demanded to no one. "Hello, Danielle, welcome to my little game." A voice form nowhere spoke.
When Moriah came to, she was in a long flowing dress that was the same auburn as her hair. She looked around, completely confused but not scared. "What in the world is going on?!" She demanded to no one. "Hello, Danielle, welcome to my little game." A voice form nowhere spoke.
Yukiko crouched on the roof of an abandoned warehouse watching the comings and goings below. It was just past 6 and the sunrise had just passed so the sky was tinged in beautiful pink and orange colors. Her hair was tied in a loose, messy bun and her black duster jacket flapped sightly in the wind, giving her a look of mysterious quality. Not that anybody could see her of course, she was to high up. Her bow was slung on her back and her eyes scanned the ground below, watching the few people down on the dusty ground.
Suddenly her ears heard a faint noise behind her, like a very stealthy footstep. Before the young assassin had time to turn and detect the noise she felt a sharp pain in her neck and gasped, flinging around to punch her attacker, but drowsiness quickly kicked in and she fell to her knees.
The last thing she saw was a man cloaked in black, a syringe in his hand, staring down at her emotionlessly.
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As she awoke her pale Violet eyes frantically searched around, she was acting calm as she had been taught if she was to be captured. Sitting up she found herself on a small single bed, with an itchy blanket beneath her. Her eyes quickly grew accustomed to the dim light filtered in through god knows where.
where was she? What was she doing here... and why was she so well dressed?
Looking down she saw herself in a beautiful gown of sorts. It had a gothic feel yet it seemed to be an old style, in a rich crimson red with black lace. Feeling her neck she felt a strange necklace and sighed. at least this person didn't put her in heels, but she wasn't wearing shoes of sorts. Okay this was getting weirder by the second. There was a door at the end of the windowless room she was in and she hurried over to it, lifting the hem of her dress so she wouldn't trip. Another fact that really bugged her to no end was that her weapons had vanished, her bow was missing and that instantly ticked her off the most, nobody took her bow!
Tugging on the door she found it loked and as if timed a strange voice sounded for an unknown location.
"Hello Yukiko, Welcome to my little game." Suddenly Yukiko heard a click coming from the door and she twisted the doorknob, finding it unlocked. "Who's there!?" she demanded, speaking up for the first time. How did this person know her name, and what the hell sort of game was this, Yukiko didn't find it very funny.
Suddenly her ears heard a faint noise behind her, like a very stealthy footstep. Before the young assassin had time to turn and detect the noise she felt a sharp pain in her neck and gasped, flinging around to punch her attacker, but drowsiness quickly kicked in and she fell to her knees.
The last thing she saw was a man cloaked in black, a syringe in his hand, staring down at her emotionlessly.
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As she awoke her pale Violet eyes frantically searched around, she was acting calm as she had been taught if she was to be captured. Sitting up she found herself on a small single bed, with an itchy blanket beneath her. Her eyes quickly grew accustomed to the dim light filtered in through god knows where.
where was she? What was she doing here... and why was she so well dressed?
Looking down she saw herself in a beautiful gown of sorts. It had a gothic feel yet it seemed to be an old style, in a rich crimson red with black lace. Feeling her neck she felt a strange necklace and sighed. at least this person didn't put her in heels, but she wasn't wearing shoes of sorts. Okay this was getting weirder by the second. There was a door at the end of the windowless room she was in and she hurried over to it, lifting the hem of her dress so she wouldn't trip. Another fact that really bugged her to no end was that her weapons had vanished, her bow was missing and that instantly ticked her off the most, nobody took her bow!
Tugging on the door she found it loked and as if timed a strange voice sounded for an unknown location.
"Hello Yukiko, Welcome to my little game." Suddenly Yukiko heard a click coming from the door and she twisted the doorknob, finding it unlocked. "Who's there!?" she demanded, speaking up for the first time. How did this person know her name, and what the hell sort of game was this, Yukiko didn't find it very funny.
Moriah was really confused as to why this man, no, monster was calling her by a different name and why she was here. She heard someone call out throw the house, it was a female voice. She searched the room for anything at all that could be used as a weapon in case something was to attack her. She quickly found what felt like a sharp, double edge knife. Yes! This is great. She thought as the crackle of something turning on and then a voice came. "Great job, my little mouse. You found my gift to you. Use it well." He laughed evilly, like something was so funny. She went to the door, but when she tugged it, it only opened a few inches before slamming shut. She opened it again, using her strength to keep it open. She saw a rope that was connected to another door and to this door's knob. She swore under her breath before sliding her knife in the crack of the open door and cutting the rope. "A smart one, aren't you? Let's see if you can find the other mice." The voice said with another spine chilling laugh. Moriah quickly looked down each side of the hallway full of doors leading to who knows where. "Hello?" She called out, trying to see if someone would give her a response to her call.
"Woah!" the black haired woman called out in surprise as suddenly a dagger shot through the open crack in the door, missing it by just a hairs width it impaled itself in the wall behind her. Slamming the door shut she swung around and looked at the dagger, grabbing it. Well at least she had a makeshift weapon, but it offered little comfort. She was an assassin, used to hunting and killing people who had no idea she was even after them. This person knew exactly where she was and what she was doing, she wouldn't be surprised if there were cameras located everywhere.
"Well done little mouse, you passed a challenge, as a reward you may use that weapon" Yukiko could almost hear the amusement coming from the voice and she shouted back "Why am I here?! What do you want?!" She was getting angry with this person who she could already imagine was a sick, twisted, psychopath.
"All good things, come to those who wait" it responded and said nothing else.
Well first thing was first, she had to make her dress more maneuverable. So sitting on the bed she used the dagger to cut it shorter, to knee level. She didn't care much about fashion and she had a feeling she would annoy the person in charge of this by ruining a dress he put on her. She didn't care though, if there was going to be challenges she wanted to be able to move around.
As she was throwing the scraps on the ground she heard a voice and her head lifted, the voice was female she detected, with an undertone of curiosity and slight innocence, perhaps she wasn't the only one. but still it might be a trick.
Grasping the knife she made her way to the door, giving it a wide berth as she opened it, watching for any traps or weapons, finding none she poked her head into the hallway "Is someone there?" Yukiko asked cautiously, holding the dagger tightly. She could make out a figure in the dim light but mearly stepped out into the hallway, peering out at her. Was this a trap, or was their really someone else there?
"Well done little mouse, you passed a challenge, as a reward you may use that weapon" Yukiko could almost hear the amusement coming from the voice and she shouted back "Why am I here?! What do you want?!" She was getting angry with this person who she could already imagine was a sick, twisted, psychopath.
"All good things, come to those who wait" it responded and said nothing else.
Well first thing was first, she had to make her dress more maneuverable. So sitting on the bed she used the dagger to cut it shorter, to knee level. She didn't care much about fashion and she had a feeling she would annoy the person in charge of this by ruining a dress he put on her. She didn't care though, if there was going to be challenges she wanted to be able to move around.
As she was throwing the scraps on the ground she heard a voice and her head lifted, the voice was female she detected, with an undertone of curiosity and slight innocence, perhaps she wasn't the only one. but still it might be a trick.
Grasping the knife she made her way to the door, giving it a wide berth as she opened it, watching for any traps or weapons, finding none she poked her head into the hallway "Is someone there?" Yukiko asked cautiously, holding the dagger tightly. She could make out a figure in the dim light but mearly stepped out into the hallway, peering out at her. Was this a trap, or was their really someone else there?
Valearis had been practicing at the ballet theater alone in preparation for the grand opening of Swan Lake tomorrow night. She had been cast as both the White Swan and the Black Swan. She was now practicing as the Black Swan in full costume and a stereo playing the sound track.
She moved in a seductive and sensual way as if she was trying to seduce an invisible prince. Each movement was filled with unbridled passion and ethereal grace as she danced with the phantom prince. There was a soft caress of his cheek, a touch on the chest, small points of contact that would lead him to dance with her.
However unbeknownst to Valearis, she wasn't alone. A stranger had entered and had crept onto the stage from the back. Valearis was completely unaware as she was in a deep state of concentration, focused only on her dance and the music hid what little sound the man made.
Suddenly the man moved forward and grabbed her from behind before injecting her with a sedative. She didn't even have time to scream before the drug knocked her out cold.
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Now in the house, the ballerina was only just starting to regain consciousness. She was lying on an old white couch still in her ballerina costume. The room held no other furniture and the walls were covered with tattered purple wall paper. The only sounds were a few moans from Valearis as she slowly awoke from her drug induced sleep.
She moved in a seductive and sensual way as if she was trying to seduce an invisible prince. Each movement was filled with unbridled passion and ethereal grace as she danced with the phantom prince. There was a soft caress of his cheek, a touch on the chest, small points of contact that would lead him to dance with her.
However unbeknownst to Valearis, she wasn't alone. A stranger had entered and had crept onto the stage from the back. Valearis was completely unaware as she was in a deep state of concentration, focused only on her dance and the music hid what little sound the man made.
Suddenly the man moved forward and grabbed her from behind before injecting her with a sedative. She didn't even have time to scream before the drug knocked her out cold.
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Now in the house, the ballerina was only just starting to regain consciousness. She was lying on an old white couch still in her ballerina costume. The room held no other furniture and the walls were covered with tattered purple wall paper. The only sounds were a few moans from Valearis as she slowly awoke from her drug induced sleep.
An easel stood in the middle of the perfectly cut grass, the beginnings of a master piece sprawled across it. A small girl stood near the easel, but if you hadn't looked hard enough you wouldn't have seen her. Dressed plainly in an old pair of shorts and a white, paint splattered t-shirt- her small frame was so still it could've gone unnoticed.
Her father's larger than life house sprawled out behind the girls back, the size impressive. The perfectly cut grass swayed slightly in the warm summer breeze, the manicured landscape brimming with life. The high elegant gates enclosing the property made Hailey feel as if she was in prison. With paint covered hands, she delicately painted a few more lines to what appeared to be the wing of a bird. Wiping at her forehead, she left a line of blue paint.
Unknown to her, the elegant gates were not as safe as they appeared. Behind her, a man clad in dark garments paced near her in no particular hurry. The grass muffled his footsteps as the needle of his syringe glinted in the sun. Grasping a handful of her hair, he tugged Hailey back- injecting the needle into her small figure.
As the cold substance began to seep through her being, the last thing she heard was a laugh before darkness edged her vision. "Little bird, lets play."
Hailey awoke slowly, the room shifting and spinning in her vision. She was laid out across a small day bed in what must have once been an elegant room. Now dust covered, it was up to her imagination to figure out what beauty it used to hold.
The girl sat up, rubbing at her eyes. Her heart ran cold with ear as she looked at her hands. There was not a trace of paint on them, nor was there a hint of the usual clay beneath her nails from pottery. Wide hazel eyes looked down to find herself dressed in a light blue flow-y dress. The layers of fabric reminded her of feathers.
Her eyes searched around the room, landing on a pearl handled dagger. Her hands reached for it, grasping at the cold handle tightly. She took a step near the door before a voice echoed though the room.
"It's a shame you'll be flying away so soon, bird. You won't last long here."
Her father's larger than life house sprawled out behind the girls back, the size impressive. The perfectly cut grass swayed slightly in the warm summer breeze, the manicured landscape brimming with life. The high elegant gates enclosing the property made Hailey feel as if she was in prison. With paint covered hands, she delicately painted a few more lines to what appeared to be the wing of a bird. Wiping at her forehead, she left a line of blue paint.
Unknown to her, the elegant gates were not as safe as they appeared. Behind her, a man clad in dark garments paced near her in no particular hurry. The grass muffled his footsteps as the needle of his syringe glinted in the sun. Grasping a handful of her hair, he tugged Hailey back- injecting the needle into her small figure.
As the cold substance began to seep through her being, the last thing she heard was a laugh before darkness edged her vision. "Little bird, lets play."
Hailey awoke slowly, the room shifting and spinning in her vision. She was laid out across a small day bed in what must have once been an elegant room. Now dust covered, it was up to her imagination to figure out what beauty it used to hold.
The girl sat up, rubbing at her eyes. Her heart ran cold with ear as she looked at her hands. There was not a trace of paint on them, nor was there a hint of the usual clay beneath her nails from pottery. Wide hazel eyes looked down to find herself dressed in a light blue flow-y dress. The layers of fabric reminded her of feathers.
Her eyes searched around the room, landing on a pearl handled dagger. Her hands reached for it, grasping at the cold handle tightly. She took a step near the door before a voice echoed though the room.
"It's a shame you'll be flying away so soon, bird. You won't last long here."
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