[001] → the house

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

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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[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

"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.

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

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...