[ Rise with Me - In This Moment ]
A good while before she and Marshall were up for action in the Spring in the Ring PPV, Dallas decided to separate herself from her brother and spend some time to herself. She had been acting rather different lately, a little withdrawn and distracted. It didn't so much have to do with her assault a few months ago; she seemed much more focused with her magic, always with her nose in a book of hers or her hands busy fiddling with some sort of charm. Little did anyone know, she was dwelling in the dark arts, voodoo that should not be trifled with. Dallas was almost always on edge now, as if she had done something she really shouldn't have.
She sat herself in a mostly empty hallway of one of the outdoor makeshift buildings that had been set up for the PPV, sitting herself on a storage crate. One of her legs was dangling off the edge while the other was propped up where she leaned her arm on her knee. She had a pair of Beats headphones on her head, preferring to drown out the rest of the world with her music.
In her hands, she could be seen fiddling with something. It looked like a little doll made of cloth. Judging by the needle and thread in her hand, it seemed she was in the process of creating it from scratch. Dallas could be seen stuffing the doll's belly with a bundle of dried herbs, before beginning to stitch it shut.
Her head bobbed and swayed to the beat of her music, her lips mouthing out the lyrics of the current song she was listening too.
It was too be noted that the storage crate she was sitting on was blocking a door to a storage closet. This wasn't accidental or a coincidence. It seemed she had intentionally put this storage crate there for a reason. But why?
This question was answered when the door behind her began to rattle and shake, as if someone was on the other side and was desperately trying to escape.
However, Dallas didn't bat an eye nor flinch. Instead, she continued to stitch up the doll in her hand, her headphones still blaring. She definitely heard the commotion, as well as felt the force it had against the crate she was sitting on. It was apparent she knew exactly what was behind the door, someone or something she had purposely locked in. Not taking her eyes off the doll, a single sound was heard from Dallas.
"Shhh..."
She tried to calm the entity, and it seemed to actually have worked. That is, until a few moments later.
Dallas wasn't expecting the deity to slam itself against the door extremely roughly. The shaking of the door was loud enough to echo through out the hallway. The force of the slam was enough to push against the crate and the sheer shock of the unexpected ruckus caused Dallas to quickly throw herself from her seat and onto the floor, away from the rattling door.
Her headphones had slipped from her ears as she stumbled to the ground, instead hanging around her neck. She looked up at the door with wide eyes as it continued to rattle violently as the unknown entity on the slammed itself against the door over and over. She feared the door would no longer hold, judging by the cracks and dents that were beginning to form in the hard surface.
"S-Stop it," she yelped, her voice shaking with nervousness and unease, "Stop it!"
After one last slam, everything went still and calm. The force became silent, seemingly calming it's rage for now. Perhaps it was toying with Dallas, showing her the true nature of what she was really doing.
The woman was speechless as she sat on the floor, her raised arms slowly lowering themselves. She thought she had everything under control, Dallas figured she was strong enough to keep what was on the other side of the door at bay. She knew what she was doing...right?
For the first time, Dallas was unsure of her abilities and a look of what seemed like regret spread across her face. The deities she often interacted with were often bonded with her, bending to her will and doing her bidding. But now? The force hidden away in that closet, that was something she could not control.
What has she done?
She sat there in silence. Her hazel eyes locked on the door while the music could be heard humming from the headphones around her neck. She didn't seem to notice the cawing of a raven and the flapping of wings.
[ End ]
