OoC: Okay, Belle... I guess I'll start it, seeing as we're nearly out of time. o-o
Two doors were pushed open, and, instantaneously, the foul odor of rot and mildew entered the Faerie's nostrils. Disgusting... this place should have been out of commission long ago, yet the smell indicates naught but a week ago this very knife was being used to butcher, and these very tables had been smeared with the blood of the innocent. The pipes creak, the ceiling caves, but there are signs of production? Who would ever have the heart to resurrect such a place? I understand I'm doing this for the plot, but I'm unsure of how much my heart can take... I should have never listened to that story teller. Though, I never thought his tale was true...
Meghana stepped into the dimly lit building, barely larger than the average one story house. Tables lined the walls, knives, among other weapons, were scattered across the floor. Stains, a sickening crimson color, adorned everything from the smallest crevice to the largest wall. In the center lay a pile of cadavers, of all shapes and sizes, in positions of pain and anguish. Next to them was a child, which the illusionist seemed to have previously missed. Her first reaction upon seeing the spectral being was a gasp and a widening of eyes. Unsure on how to approach, she called out, “Hello?”
The child stirred, crawling out into the light, its eyes large and pleading. It opened its mouth to speak, but its lips were far too caked and all that came out was a bone chilling shriek. It wore a torn, cloth bag, and its gender seemed to have been lost in translation. Looking at this child brought an intense sadness to the tamer's very core.
“Who did this? What kind of monster did this?!” her voice boomed throughout the large room, her eyes brimming with what seemed like tears. Clenching her fists in frustration, she shut her eyes, “I swear whoever harmed all these people will pay dearly.”
Once again the small child moved. It opened its mouth wide, almost unnaturally. Its face grew pale, and its eyes became bloodshot. Letting out an inhuman yell, it rose an arm and an accusing finger to the doorway behind Meghana. With that, it fell back door, completely motionless. Instinctively, the woman ran to its side, checking for vital signs, and not realising the fact that the yell had made her deaf. She quickly confirmed the lack of a pulse, and yelled out, “Argh!”only to find she couldn't hear herself. “Grr!” she tried again, to no avail. Returning to the more quite method of yelling, she thought to herself, I've gone deaf!? I swear, this place is like one big curse...
With that, her shoulder felt a prick, and the illusionist could see a shadow, looming over her, in the direction of the door, and in the direction that the white lifeless finger was still pointing towards. This had to be the perpetrator of this hellish act. Gritting her teeth she bellowed out, unsure of the volume of her own voice, “You jerk!”