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As this "touching" scene was going on, worms were crawling through the cracks in the elevator lift into the hallway. when enough had gathered, they swirled up in a spiral and a cloak covered them. A hissing, raspy voice emanated from where the head SHOULD be. "
Дрожать, малых смертных, и отчаяния. смерти пришло на ваш мир
" the thing simply... swirled for a little while, then the raspy voice started again. "Da li vi govorite hrvatski? 你说中文？вы говорите по-русски? Spreekt u Nederlands? ¿Hablas español? μιλάτε ελληνικά; هل يتحدث العربية؟ si parla italiano?

I felt over the girls scar and frowned gently, I touched and could see the bullet going through, I knew what had happened. I felt over the rest of her face, she had an addorable nose and small lips that seemed to shake gently with uncertainty. I smiled and touched her hair, "Oh," I smiled, "I think I would like your shampoo better." I said with a smile. I turned to face the cause of the slithering noises and raspy voices. "We speak English." I walked closer and reached out to touch his face, "I'm Zandra, What is your name?"

I grabbed the girl's wrists so she would not touch the worm-man. God knows she didn't need that. "Yes, we speak English," I confirmed, trying to keep the small voice strong. "Marion here speaks Italian." I leaned over to whisper in Zandra's ear. "Trust me, you don't want to feel him." I looked back to worm-man and smiled politely, trying not to blush in humilation for being so rude.

a slightly confused look crosee my face and I realized the girl saved me from something not too fun. I turned and faced Marion and finally snagged a chance to put my hand on her face. i felt over her delicate features and trapt them to my memeory. I smiled quietly and patted her on the head gently.

I looked at the doll that Marion spoke of. I didn't like dolls. And the fact that this one had a life of its own was not comforting. "Goddamn Chucky," I muttered so no one would here. But the doll was so damn cute... it was hard to be scared of it. I'd just have to keep the knives out of reach.

I can't do it alone.

((Um...It's kind of creepy, seeing as it's a voodoo doll that has a gun in it's belt, but whatever.))

Marion looked at the girl. "Hm?" She thought she had heard her say something.

The doll looked up at the one holding her, mumbled again, and touched her face.

Help me.

The worm grabbed Marion's forehead and whispered to her "Hold still!" A blue light glimmered from his hand, and a searing pain gripped hold of her forehead. When he was done, there was a mark on her forehead that was glowing blue:
"I have bestowed upon you the gift of tounges. For a hour. You can speak any language, and any creature can understand you, if it has a language. Use the gift well."

come to me...

Marion clutched her eyes shut in pain and tried not to squeal. She was a delicate thing, and couldn't take a lot of pain. When he pulled away, and the English she was hearing she didn't have to strain for. "W-what? But..." Marion blinked. Where were her grammatically incorrect sentences?


The doll hugged back, completely emotionless on it's face, but friendly affection coursing through it's arms.

...My gentle warrior.