[001] → the house

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You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.

Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.

"Why am I... here?"

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Another weirdo in her dream? Violet crosses her arms defensively, frowning suspiciously at the stranger. She takes in the sharp eyes, the light hair, the confidence. Who does this guy think he is, anyway?

And then he begins with the "Mother" business... ranting away about some absurd shit. The teenager's eyebrow slowly raises in response, in disbelief. Could her subconscious really have come up with something this bizarre?

"What," she began incredulously, "The fuck. Why the hell are you talking about killing me? And what are you talking about with... the planet, and your mother?"

Violet just shakes her head. "Seriously, this is getting to be like an acid trip."

[silversouba.livejournal.com]

“Please,” Kadaj curtly replied, his tone lathered with sarcasm. “Don’t play games with me.” He stared he down coldly. “You won’t win.” In a flash Kadaj drew his double bladed katana and pointed it dangerously at the girl’s throat. The remnant’s eyes locked onto hers in warning.

Somehow, this house was connected to ShinRa. There was no evidence or logical explanation. It was just a feeling. Kadaj knew ShinRa was hiding something important here. That’s just how dreams worked sometimes.

“Now that I have your attention,” the blades nestled precariously close to her subtle skin, “Tell me where you’ve hidden her.” A scowl scorned his face. His grip on the hilt tightened as pupils thinned threateningly. “And don’t lie.”

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

Holy shit. And suddenly, there was a blade at her throat. Violet stared, her mouth open slightly, her mind working slowly. What kind of messed up dream was this supposed to be, anyway?

"I'm not going to tell you anything with you threatening me like that," she said coolly, not moving away from the weapon at her neck. "Listen, I've had scarier guys than you threaten me lately, and I'm not easy to boss around. Guess you're a little late on the update."

Violet followed the sword up to the face of the silver-haired young man who held it.

"Who's 'her,' anyway? Your mom again? Look, I don't know what you're talking about, or where you think you are, but I doubt she's here. Unless you used to live here, or something."

Then, yeah, she was probably lurking around somewhere.

[silversouba.livejournal.com]

“Is that right?” He arched a silver brow in mild amusement. “What a brave girl you are.” Foolish, was more like. He lowered the double blades. He found her fighting spirit...entertaining. It was refreshing. Not many had met Kadaj with resistance. If they tried, it was a futile endeavor; the end result was always the same—death. As Kadaj’s brother, Yazoo, once playfully put it, ‘you shouldn’t play with your prey’. Ah, but that’s where all the fun was, wasn’t it?

“You know something.” Kadaj said darkly. “I know you do.”

There was a short pause, giving her a chance to change her mind, though Kadaj had already made up his.

“Fine then!” He laughed, though it didn’t sound very happy. “If you want to play games, we’ll play games!” He reached to yank her out of the bathroom.

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"Hey!" Violet went to yank her arm out of his grasp, not holding back the vicious look on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Did your mom die here, or something? Because you missed that train; the crazy people obsessed with old murders were here already. And guess what happened to them?"

She bared her teeth in a half-smile. "They disappeared. Gone. So if you want the same, go ahead. Do whatever you want."

[silversouba.livejournal.com]

“Don’t be so difficult.” Kadaj huffed a noise of deep seeded irritation. He didn’t have time for this foolishness. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” The remnant was quite serious. Her attitude had been amusing, but now it was just annoying.

In his mind, he debated just gutting her and getting it over with. Green eyes darted briefly to the tiled floor, envisioning the bloody mess the bathroom would become. Decorated with sanguine décor, the grout filled to the brim with dark crimson liquid, the pristine white tub stained beyond repair. The idea jerked the corner of his lips to one side. Giving into this desire would bring relief.

But it wouldn’t bring Mother back. Not faster, anyway. So she would be spared for the moment—or until his patience ran dry.

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Violet glared at him, dark eyes narrow and sharp. "Because I don't care about your bullshit," she spat, "And why would you kill me over something so stupid? I told you, I don't know anything about your mother. As far as I know, she's never ever been here. So maybe she's stuck in another dream."

This guy wasn't like the first woman who had shown up in her dream. If he killed her, what would happen? As Kadaj imagined her possible death, Violet herself envisioned being stuck in that house forever. She had never died in a dream before...