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Life as a Puppy

Day 4

Lucia woke up a little tired. When that happened, she knew she had to eat. I hate to be a killjoy, but we need to go to a graveyard so I can eat. All you have to do is go there. Then we can do whatever you want. Are you kidding me?! I don’t wanna! I wanna dig today! I wanna dig today! You have to or I’ll die. You can dig after that. There’s even one on the property that would work.

The kitten led her possessor to the animal graveyard behind her house. Since living there, it had grown a bit with the animals’ souls she had helped. The first bird she helped – the one who was eaten by the snake. A rabbit she had found. A stray cat. The puppy stopped in the graveyard. Now what?

Lucia would have rolled her eyes or sighed if she had any control. Just chill here for a while.

Five minutes later, the puppy was making Lucia pace back and forth. Is it done yet? Can I dig now?! With the frei’s eyes he glanced down. Fine. If he had to stay here. He would dig here. Crunching down he smiled feeling the dirt. What are you doing? I’m gonna dig. No! She watched as her fingers slowly clawed the dirt. Noooo!! NoNoNonononono!. Lucia began digging in earnest her fingers quickly became dirty as she scraped up the earth. She yelped in pain – the kitten wasn’t sure whether the cry came from her, her body, or the puppy – as she broke a nail against a stone. Please don’t let him dig up a body.

As the hole deepened, the dirt became a darker color. It became embedded in her fingernails, or at least in the ones she had left. ”Roooooll around!” Marty said out loud before flopping Lucia’s body down in the dirt and rolling around it, her mouth open and tongue out. This is disgusting. But at least there were no bones or corpses involved. Fine. Fine. Fine. Time for another bath!!!

Life as a Puppy

Day 6

Lucia and Marty were just walking today. They went for a walk on the road that ran along the shore. Lucia was glad, after plowing over little kids, sniffing dog asses, chewing up her room, and digging in a ******** grave yard to just be walking today. Well. Floating. That was fine though. A car was coming – one of the first of the day.

HOLY s**t! I’m gonna catch it! I’m gonna catch it! Catch it! Catch it! Catch! Catch catch catch! CATCH! Lucia’s body was flung into the road after the silver car. She was floating, faster and faster. Chasing the car. As it got too far away she slowed down and stopped, panting.

She began pacing, back and forth. Back and forth. From one side of the road to the next. What are you doing?!Waiting. I wanna chase it. I wanna catch it. Chase. Catch. The kitten sighed internally. She couldn’t wait until Friday came.

The glint of metal reflecting the sun was in the distance. It’s coming!!! Marty spun Lucia’s body in a circle over and over and over again. What was that ribbon?! It was almost like a TAIL! He spun faster and faster, trying to catch it while waiting for the car to get closer. Then he pounced! as the ribbon floated slowly around and under Lucia’s body. Sighing, Marty looked towards where he saw the car before. It was closer!! Marty got Lucia’s body ready. He faced the way the car was pointing. Scrunched up her body, ready to push off and chase with all his might.

As the car came closer, Marty started sprinting. Lucia’s hands were on the ground, helping push her body forwards. As Marty reached full speed – his, which was faster than Lucia’s – the car passed them and he swerved into the road behind it. Almost. Almost. Chase. Chase Chase. Owww! It hurt! Lucia’s body hurt! What the hell?!

He was going too fast for Lucia’s body not to hurt. He was pushing her muscles more than she ever had or could. Ahh! Stop! Stop! This hurts! Why does your body hurt?! I WANNA CATCH IT!!

Well you can’t! At most you can catch a bicycle. It’s the same as when you were alive. The raevan pouted and slowed to a stop. She was sore. She was tired. And Marty didn’t like it. The day was over anyway and tomorrow he would be going home. Not that it mattered to him. He didn’t want to be in Lucia’s body if it was all sore anyway.

”Yuu. Can we talk?” Lucia didn’t know how she felt about this. She knew her guardian should know about the whole Marty thing, but Yuurei was never really a capable guardian. Telling her about it after the fact wouldn’t really help. She decided to try anyway.

”One minute!” she called out, thinking Lucia was up stairs. She actually wanted to talk?! What did she want now? She sighed in frustration at having to put down her current project. Her eyes glanced towards Omen’s old bed, still unmoved, and wondered if she should get another familiar. Turning towards the hidden staircase, Yuurei’s eyes widened in surprise to see Lucia waiting at the foot of it. The raevan hadn’t been in Yuurei’s basement since she had been shown it. She turned up her nose at the idea of witchcraft. So unlike Omen. But here she was. ”Oh hey!” she said after a second. ”What can I do for ya?”

Lucia stared at Yuurei. She looked fine, as always, but Lucia knew that she had been screwing around with that stuff. There was smoke swirling around the basement, but with out a wind to drive it. She sighed. ”I wanted to talk about last week…” Lucia looked at her guardian. Fake smile. Fake boobs. Fake personality. Fake. She didn’t really care.

”What about it?” Lucia was stalling and Yuurei wanted her to get to the point. She wanted to get back to work. She glanced at the chemicals on the table.

No. She didn’t care. Lucia watched her eyes flick to the little toy chemistry set or whatever it was. ”I just – wanted to let you know I’m probably going to go back . . . to – you know – the spirit world.” Maybe someone else would understand.

Okay… ”Alright.” Yuurei said, turning back to the chemicals. Lucia had never told her before and it was nice to know, but the mixture had to be tended to or should would have wasted the past 45 minutes. She stirred a beaker filled with the smoke, and smiled as the smoke around the room swirled with it. Perfect. ”Is that it?” she asked with her back to the frei.

Lucia was already three floors up, ignoring her guardian from the confines of the library.

Yuurei frowned, but turned back to her work. Lucia needed help.

PSYCHIATRIC HELP 5¢


Who: Lucia, Yuurei, Zavier, Tsu
Where: The Lab
When: Morning

Yuurei takes Lucia to see Dr. Tsu about the frei's psychological problems.

The kitten was lounging. Since Marty had left, that’s pretty much what she had been doing. Now that she was feeling more herself, Lucia wanted to go back. She would avoid the furthest right door on the third level, but other than that, she still wanted to know more about the world. She was drawn to it. And she felt better. She was strong again. But she wanted to know what happened to all of the souls she helped. Where were they? So far, the only one she had seen was Shanna. She sighed. Maybe she should try to talk to Yuu again. Suddenly there was a loud bang from the floor below and the smell of rotten eggs came wafting up from the basement . . . again. ”SORRY!!!” Maybe not. When Yuurei was such a blockhead, it wasn’t hard to wish you were somewhere else. Even if it meant joining the dead. The frei closed her eyes and was transferred to the dark world. Each of the moons in the sky were full to Lucia’s surprise. The world around her was lit up and the birch trees looked even more white with the rays of the moons. Floating in front of the Wall of Doors, Lucia stared at the third floor’s most furthest right door. Suddenly, from the closest cave, Lucia’s well-attuned ears heard sobbing. She couldn’t tell, from the pitch, if was a woman or a man. But either way the cries were heart-wrenching. She helped everyone. She always helped.

Shanna had told her to stay away from the caves…but the girl – she decided it was a girl, even though it was pretty deep, as she had never heard a man actually sob – she seemed so upset. She was so used to helping souls, spirits, freis. It just came naturally to her. The frei floated a little closer to the origin of the sound. It was coming from a cave in the mountain to the left of the wall. The same place she had heard the screams from last time. The sobs grew louder as she slowly floated towards the cave. From this viewpoint, Lucia couldn’t see the top of the mountain. She the cave entrance was large and threatening. The entrance loomed above her in a mass of gray and greenish stalactites and ridges. As she got closer, she heard a sound that flattened her ears. It sounded like knives being sliced down a sharpener. It was like nails on a chalkboard to her, but was music to any sadist’s ear. As she approached the cave’s mouth, the kitten couldn’t see. And the sobbing…She felt even worse as she heard the sharp intake of breath between each sob. The inside of the cave was so dark. ”Are you okay?” she called out, expecting to hear an echo. But her voice was flat. The sound like the knife – so irritating to the kitten – and the sobbing stopped as soon as she spoke. Lucia waited for a response. 10 seconds. ”Hello?” 10 more seconds.

Then suddenly, out of the dark sprang a white arm with very defined muscles. Lucia went to cry out in surprise, but her voice was stopped as the strong hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her through the black viscous material that she had thought was only the lightless cave. The hand grasped her throat tightly and the face accompanying it stared at her with grin. Inside the cave was a world lit by candles and roaring fire. The body accompanying the arm was a very muscular handsome man in his late 20s with a charming smile lighting up his face as he gripped the fragile neck of the frei.

Her wings flapped uselessly and her fingers clawed desperately at his hand. But most of her nails were still barely grown back from her week with Marty. And anything she tried wouldn’t work. Lucia’s brain screamed for oxygen. What the hell had she gotten herself into? The frei flailed for two minutes that seemed like days. The man laughed at her useless effort, and from here it was clear that his maniacal laughter, as he held the throat of the Kitten, was what she had thought was the sobbing. Her effort to help had only led her into yet another bad situation.

”So you’re actually alive, huh?” he asked. His voice was deep and even toned, but he loosened his grip on her neck slightly, until she could breath again and he laughed as she took deep breaths, instinctively trying to reoxygenate her blood. The pulse at her neck under his hand made him satisfied. It was quick, but was slowing slightly now that she could breathe. Foolish self-assurance.

Lucia went to speak – to plead. Just let me go! I’ll leave! I’m sorry I came so close, but as she opened her mouth, she felt the muscles in his hand tighten, as if he was threatening to cut off her air supply again. Survive, she thought, just survive this… And I’ll never come back to the caves again. Please. I’ll leave this world forever if you want.

His dark eyes stared at her with triumph and satisfaction Good, she wasn’t going to talk. He had hated it when they talked and when they pleaded before he had killed them when he was alive. However, this thing – whatever she was – could definitely help him out. She was alive. That was all he needed. He tensed his hand, not squeezing tighter, just putting a little additional pressure on her throat to let her know he was in control. ”My name is Brian Sparks. Nice to meet you, whoever you are. But you will be of use to me.” Time to relive the good old days.

Brian’s maniacal smile played on Lucia’s lips. Her grin was broad and purposeful with a slight sneer to it. He was looking at himself in the mirror in Lucia’s foyer. His toned body wasn’t reflected in what he saw. In fact, Brian didn’t like Lucia’s body much at all. She was too thin. Too weak. And what the ******** was she? But she was a body. And that body was his now. He flexed her shoulders back and then relaxed, trying to look like the scared young girl that had blindly strolled to his place. There, he thought.

Oh ********> Lucia thought as Brian, now controlling her body, made her look completely normal. She had only had a week to her body and now here she was, out of control again. She longed for the days of Marty’s friendly foolish frolicking because Brian scared her the s**t out of her. He acted like a ******** killer. She was possessed by a killer. The Kitten didn’t even know what to think. She knew from the last possession that there was no way out of this. If she wasn’t strong enough to push out a puppy soul, there was no way she could push out the muscular guy controlling her now.

Brian wanted more information about Lucia. And his smile lit up her face when he found he could hear her thoughts. He would bide his time for now, living her life. Then when the time was right, he’d make his move. For now, he’d be a dumb… floating thing. He floated her up to her room and began looking through her things, trying to get more information. A diary. A journal. An iPod. A computer. Photographs. All of these, he thought will give him the information he needs. All of these – with the exception of a diary – he found in her room.

He found that if he thought hard about something – her journal for example – he would almost remember where it was – upstairs in the library. Only it wasn’t his memory – it was hers. This, he thought, would make it very convenient once he made his mood. He could communicate with her mind, by asking questions out loud and by thinking to himself. But his internal thoughts were his own. She, however, had no thoughts of her own. He knew she was cramped. He didn’t exactly feel normal – how could he?! He was in a female raevan! – but he was able to manhandle her mind out of the way. At least he had control. He knew she was scared – a concept he relished. He loved knowing how scared his victims were. And in this instance, Lucia had no hidden thoughts. She couldn’t pretend to be brave. She couldn’t harden her demeanor to hide that she was scared shitless. He knew how much she was freaking out. And he loved it.

Maybe he’d ease her into it. Who didn’t she like? Who did she want to hurt? Who had she hurt? Did this thing even know how to fight? A name came to mind as if he was remembering an event he never experienced. The beach. Namini – she was okay. But Prajna was loathful. Prajna was awful. Prajna was it? He didn’t understand that one, but if he was going to really ******** with this Lucia’s head. Prajna would be first.

Lucia smiled maniacally and laid on her bed. With the door closed, no one noticed that she wasn’t smiling like herself. Brian was almost okay with the body now that Lucia had shut up. Lucia was slowly getting tired of pleading. Please get out of my body! I’m so sorry I came to your room thing! Please! Please! While Marty had responded, Sparks ignored her. He continued using her body as if she wasn’t communicating anything. She didn’t know how he knew everything about her room. He didn’t know how he was able to find anything he wanted. She just hoped that she could figure out something before it was too late. He had googled himself – she had seen – he had his own page on Wikipedia. What she saw scared her into silence.

Wikipedia

Brian Sparks (April 29, 1984 - October 18, 2009) was a Gaian serial killer dubbed the “Thriller Killer” because his one survivor described him as “…thrilled. He was giggling non-stop as if he was incredibly excited and giddy” while torturing. Slashing, stabbing, bludgeoning, drowning, asphyxiating, and strangling were some of the ways Sparks killed his victims. He was never apprehended, but was instead killed by a would-be victim with a legal concealed pistol. He was pronounced dead on the scene. It is unknown exactly how many victims Sparks had, as he was only identified and deemed murderer postmortem through DNA evidence. Though investigations are still underway, the police have identified 9 definite victims, but there may be as many as 50.

”We’re back with a breaking news story. Police suspect a Brian Sparks copycat in an investigation of a death in a Barton area coffee shop that was ruled a homicide, officials said.

An autopsy performed yesterday determined that an unidentified woman died from repeated stab wounds in a vicious attack, according to the medical examiner’s office.

Police officials could not comment any more on the specifics of the investigation. However, we at WNGT have information from an officer who wished to remain anonymous that, as in the Sparks attacks, there was no intrinsic evidence other than the slashing pattern.

An uncle of a 22-year-old female resident said family have not been able to contact their relative and fear she may have been the woman who was killed. Officials have not allowed him to view the body.

Authorities said the body was unidentifiable. He said that family members are flying in with dental records to aid in the identification.

The uncle said his niece was an employee at Café Café who worked closing down the store and may have been in the area.

“I couldn’t sleep last night, that’s how worried I am, and they were all crying over there [Gambino]” the uncle said.

Because of the suspicious nature of the homicide, and it’s apparent similarity to the homicides of serial killer Brian Sparks, police are urging citizens to be on their guard when traveling alone at night."

Yuurei glanced up at the television. That's not too far from here, she thought as she glanced at the front door, making sure it was locked. Lucia hadn't heard the report; she was upstairs in her room.