CREEPSHOW !

[ezra hart]

Closed.

This was the last time he dragged Kjara to the forest in a sack. For several reasons, really. One: he didn’t think he’d actually have to say that sentence in the first place. Two: she was heavy. Three: after tonight, there would be no reason to take her back.

Getting her in the bag in the first place was utter hell. Daileh had decided, using that disgustingly sweet tone that she always used when she wanted Ezra to do something for her, that she was going to wait for them in the forest. Leave earlier—so as not to arouse suspicion. Right. Like Ezra dragging a sack across the grounds wasn’t suspicious. Either way, Daileh had wriggled her way out of helping him, and he was stuck trying to find Kjara. Thankfully, the finding part of it all hadn’t taken that long; she’d been right where he expected her to be: sitting on her bed in her dorm. The part that he had dreaded of all of it was actually managing to get her unconscious and into the bag.

Jesus christ. For a small girl, she could fight. She had to be almost a foot shorter than he was, but she put up an impressive struggle against him. First it had been hurtling things at him. Of course, he was faster—he simply teleported out of the way or ducked when things got too close. But then she’d started using other tactics, and it was just too much stress to deal with at once. Seconds later, she was floating before him, and he did the only thing he could think of at the moment: try to push the fact that she was a close friend out of his head and knocked her out.

Literally fitting her into the sack was hard, too. Dai had mentioned that she wanted Kjara in “perfect” condition when Ezra arrived. And carrying her without dislocating/twisting anything was an interesting battle. Finally, he settled upon curling her body into a small ball and shoving her into the sack. Sickeningly enough, the first thought he had was “I look like Santa Claus”. Yep, just delivering all the shapeshifter’s body parts to the good little kiddies at Winterthorne. Oddly enough, that was something Daileh would have dreamed up, and most likely something she would do. Spreading the holiday cheer, right?

God. He was so thankful that no one was out in the courtyard. And sort of confused. It was about one in the morning, and come on—Winterthorne wasn’t one of those preppy, goody-goody schools. Part of his mind snapped at him, asking why he didn’t just teleport into the forest. He argued back silently that human transportation wasn’t his forte, and kindly reminded it that “perfect” condition did not include mangled limbs and gouged out eyes. Then he realized he was arguing with himself, and that if he didn’t go insane murdering and torturing people, that would drive him to it. So he cut that shit out.

The grass crunched as the brown sack passed over them, pushing small twigs and mounds of snow out of the way. The sound of a body being dragged down hill was electrifying. It shot up and down his spine, dark blue eyes glimmering coldly in the night, as he passed by the last of the metal posts that lead up to the gate. At this point, his hands were a little busy, so he concentrated on the gates until they swung open for him. He proceeded with the dragging of Kjara, the gates closing behind him with a loud clang. This was the last time he was letting Daileh stay behind like the good little girl she pretended to be.

This, he reminded himself, was all Sammii’s fault. If Sammii hadn’t told Kjara about Browland, they both wouldn’t have been curious about other deaths. If Kjara hadn’t been curious, Daileh wouldn’t have found out that she knew. If Daileh hadn’t found out, he wouldn’t be dragging Kjara into the forest. God knew what Sammii would do if he found out about this. Ezra would be history. The least he would do was cry his eyes out, and possibly murder the demon. The worst was that he would break up with Ezra. Yes, the worst. That’s how his mind worked.

Finally, he had reached the forest. Grunting as some snow fell on him from the trees above, he shook his head to clear the raven-colored spikes of it. “Dai,” he called out, drawing out the name in a sing-song fashion as he steadily pulled Kjara down a small, bush-ridden hill. “Come out, come out...wherever you are...” he muttered, letting his hands fall from the sack. He stood in the middle of a small clearing, not as large as the one in the middle of the forest, and took a quick look around. Nothing. Sighing, he took a seat at the base of the tree that he had promised to meet the other at, running a through fingers through his hair wearily.

[Kjara von Rael]

Ohgodohgod. Why was Ezra doing this? What did she do? She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to see where she was. It was pitch black, and very hot. She moved her hands around a bit, and felt cloth. Then she remembered; she was in a bag. Ezra came in her dorm, and knocked her out! She squirmed in the bag panicking. “Ezra! Ezra get me out of here! What the hell are you doing?!” she rolled in the bag her body shifting from one form to the next. Goose, wolf, dog, bear, rabbit; but she couldn’t get out. It’s as if the bag was magicked into stretching with every form. Now she was truly frightened. Oh no. Not again. She knew it was happening. She was going to get raped for the fourth time. “No no no no! Oh, Mother, not again! Please god, Ezra, don’t!” she pushed her hands as far as they would go, and started to roll back in forth, trying to move the bag anywhere. That’s when she heard his voice.

Dai.. Come out, come out…. Where ever you are..

Oh shit. This was not good. If Dai and Ezra were involved in something, it had to be bad. But, finally, she realized it wasn’t going to be a rape. Then, another thought came to her head. She was next. Her eyes went wide, and she struggled more in the sack, growling and hissing. She was not going to die at this stupid school! She was going to die an old lady in her little cottage home with her husband beside her! Lame, but it’s what she wanted. She growled, trying to rip and tear at the bag she was held captured in. It was seriously starting to get hot, and she wiped her forehead. “Ezra I can’t breathe in here. I’m not animal.” well, technically she wasn’t, but, that was another story. As she gave up on trying to escape, she curled up in the corner as a king cobra, waiting for a hand to reach in and grab her so she bite them, even if it wouldn’t kill the demons. It would just hurt like fucking hell. As she waited, everything that happened recently flashed through her head. She knew she shouldn’t have listened to Sammii about the murders of that girl. She wouldn’t be in this mess. And she couldn’t even come close to how Sam was feeling right now. Being in love with a murderer? But, she really shouldn’t be talking. She’s killed a few people in her life. But it wasn’t for fun or because they weren’t.. likeable. It was because it was for her life.

But why was Ezra doing this to her? Of all the people, she thought he trusted her! But, apparently not. He hated her. She knew it. But she never even did anything to him. What, she knew he killed people? Big deal. Like she would actually tell anybody?! She swore on her life she wouldn’t tell. Plus, a Pinky Promise was involved! She never breaks any promises! Like her mother told her when she was small, “Never break a promise to an animal. They are like babies. They wont understand.”, but, animal or no, she won’t break a promise. She loves Sammii like a brother too, and won’t ever break a promise to him. But now, she was stuck in a sack about to die. Just. Fucking. Great.

She remembered Ezra coming into her dorm without knocking, and then he took a step closer to her saying, “We need to talk” or something like that. Then next thing she knew he tried to grab her, and that’s when she started to fight him. Throwing CD’s, radios, anything that was in reach. She even slipped out of his grip a few times as she shifted into small forms, but then she lost the fight. She was suspended in the air, and then blackness. She didn’t remember anything after that. But now her head throbbed, and she curled into a rope type look, her eyes not blinking. Her tongue flicked in and out, trying to cool the heat inside this damn bag. She waited. And waited. But no one came and took her out of that damn bag. Boy was Ezra going to get hell after this. She is never, ever! going to forgive him!

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[Daileh Few]

From the very moment Daileh had heard about Kjara’s knowing of their crimes, she knew something had to be done. Kjara was just too dramatic, too unpredictable to be trusted. Hell, she could just decide to tell everyone because she happened to feel like it. And Daileh wasn’t about to let that happen. What? She didn’t like the idea of a mental asylum. Last time she was in one she took over and winded up with three ghoulie mimes trapped in her head.

Needless to say, she’d taken it upon herself to nab Kjara in the night. Okay so, she’d taken it upon herself to make Ezra nab Kjara in the night, but that was just a minor detail. The mimes could’ve helped her do it, had it not have been so obvious. Clearly, she couldn’t do it on her own. She was a staggering 4’11” with not a ton of muscle. Still, she felt the tiniest bit bad. She didn’t want Ezra glaring down at her, fuming silently, so maybe helping some would keep him shut up. Knowing fully that the one word on his mind was strappado, she’d grabbed some twine from the shed out in the courtyard and had started rigging it up. She didn’t know much about it, and she didn’t know what Ezra would pick today as far as methods went, but she could prepare everything just in case.

She’d had to climb into the shoulders of some mimes to reach the tree branch to hang up the rope. Then, she’d dragged a rock over and wrapped the twine around it to create a net for it. Ezra might decide to use that method today. Daileh sighed, wrapping her sweater tighter around herself as she looked into the darkness, raising a lazy eyebrow. She could hear Kjara from a ways away, a slight smirk coming to her lips. This was going to be fun.

With a lazy swagger, she stepped out from behind her tree, licking her lips some as she eyed the bag. “How’d she fit?” Innocently, she nudged the bag with her foot, curious as to why there didn’t seem to be much in there. “Did she think to ever turn into an elephant?” Again, she nudged the bag with her toe, brows furrowing. Whatever Kjara was planning, she wouldn’t be the one to reach into that bag. Ezra was the full fledged demon, right? He’d be able to take it.

Motioning to the ropes and twine that were already partially set up, the gray haired girl looked to Ezra with her usual morose pout. “Figured you’d want that. It’s your kink.” Tongue out, she tossed him a teasing wink as she took a seat at the base of the tree. “I’d be careful reaching in there. Looks flat. You’ve got an angry human on your hands.”

Hearing the slight rattling of chains, she bit down on her lip to hide a grin. She’d like to see Kjara pantomime her way out of that box.

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[ezra hart]

If there was one thing he hated about the forest, it was the fact that spiders crawled fucking everywhere. He had only been leaning against the tree for a few seconds before there were at least five spiders crawling down his shoulder. That was seriously unnatural. He flicked them off, annoyed, and watched as several more crept down his jacket. What the fuck!? He was so busy trying to rid himself of the spiders that he hadn’t noticed the shift of the sack at his feet. Kjara had changed—not that he knew. He dragged himself off the rough bark of the tree, shaking his jacket to lose any that might’ve still been holding on. Spiders. Ugh.

He hated forced himself to completely ignore Kjara’s words as he trailed down into the forest. It was for his own health. He didn’t like having to do this any more than Kjara liked being thrown into a bag and dragged towards her possible death—which, he was sure, no one really liked to do anyway. This was so fucking stupid. Daileh just had to insist upon getting the shapeshifter. Though Ezra wasn’t entirely sure that the girl would mention anything about Browland, Daileh had seemed set on the idea that she could ruin them all. Which was a possibility with anyone who knew, really...Jackson could turn on them, or Sammii.

It wasn’t as if Kjara was dying to tell the whole world how sick he actually was, but when Dai told him to do something, he did it. He wasn’t about to let the girl get pissed off when he knew exactly how bad she could hurt him. Dai, it seemed to him, was the type of person who could turn on you at any moment. And what would she do to prove her point? Something to Sammii, unfortunately. So the choice he had had to make earlier was who to save: Sammii or Kjara. Not the easiest choice in the world. He ended up picking Sammii, though what he was doing now pretty much guaranteed that the werewolf wasn’t going to stick around for any more of his shit.

Plus, he’d much rather be the one to hurt Kjara if the options were him and Dai (not that he enjoyed hurting his friends). There was no telling what the half-demon would do if she had her all alone. At least if he did the work, there was a chance that he could ease up on the pain, right? Unless Daileh caught him. In which case, this whole ordeal would take a lot longer than it had originally been set up for.

Her words woke him from his thoughts.

“She actually didn’t try anything. No shapeshifting,” he murmured, eyes flicking toward the bag. It seemed...smaller. What had she shapeshifted into...? Whatever it was, he thought as he glanced at the other, Daileh was not going to get it out. Ezra sighed. He hated the first steps of torture. Fighting your victim while trying to maintain its condition, not to mention sanity, was always a drag. And god, he hated shapeshifters for exactly this reason. They seemed to wiggle their way out of anything.

He didn’t look up as she gestured to the rope and twine. She knew, of course, that he had wanted to test out a little strappado before they got to Bella. Then again, he hadn’t wanted to test it out on Kjara, but it would work all the same. Instead, he bent down, rolling his eyes to the sky and muttering under his breath before he grabbed the sack and reached into it. This is going to hurt.

[Kjara von Rael]

She felt the movement of the bag as Dai spoke. Oh, Dai was smart. She knew Kjara was up to something. As Ezra’s hand reach into the bag, she lashed out going for the first thing she could. She felt her teeth slink into something but she wasn’t real sure what it was at the moment, but she felt her body coil around something, sinking her teeth deeper. She knew it was Ezra’s hand. She could smell him. Fuck. I’m dead. She felt her body shift into a wild cat, and she dug her claws into anything she could reach and taste. After she had her business done, she backed up into the bag, hissing and spitting. They were not going to get away with this. She racked her paw out towards the hand, hoping it would go away. But sooner or later she knew she was going to get lifted into the air and hung somehow or another. And then god knows what was going to happen to next. She knew already that it was going to be painful. She sat there, waiting for Ezra to reach even further. This time she ain’t gonna think about breaking a bone, no matter how fast he heals or whatever. He was gonna feel some pain. Her tail swished back and forth.

But the rattling of chains made her heart drop. Distant memories of being tied to a wall, pain erupting through her back as lashes from a whip cut through her skin like a knife and butter. It was one of the most painful experiences she has ever dealt with. Her tape wasn’t even that painful! The lashes came over and over. As if she was reliving the memories, she trembled. She didn’t want that to happen again. None of that shit to happen again. But as she was distracted, the hand gripped her and she was yanked out. With a yelp, she started to shift into everything; clawing, shredding, biting, hissing, growling.

“ Let go of me!” she growled as her legs stretched into a kangaroo, and she went to kick him, but she stopped. Her eyes locked on the ropes hanging from the tree. She looked over at Dai, and saw the chains. With a small gasp, she collapsed to the ground, and backed up to the tree, her head buried in her arms. It was no use. She knew that she was going to get lifted into the air, and hung, and die. She wasn’t going to be able to say goodbye to Sam, Jay, Adrien, Stefan, Blair; all her friends. And the last thing she was going to see was the sneer on Dai’s face, and a smile on Ezra’s as he succeeded.

Tears streamed down her face as she held her legs close to her body. Oh god. Stefan. Stefan. she was basically sobbing his name, so quietly that she couldn’t even hear it herself. She looked up in fright, the dark shrouding Ezra’s face. He look murderous.

Oh ya. This was definitely going to either be deadly, or extremely painful.

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[Daileh Few]

Dai covered her mouth with a delicate hand, stifling a giggle. The way Kjara just kept trying was so hilarious. Really, no one else had fought so hard. Everyone else had figured out that pissing them off wasn’t the way to go. They were all in the mindset that, maybe if I’m nice, they’ll let me live. Obviously, they hadn’t. Maybe with one or two, but they’d never planned on killing those boys anyways.

Not that it mattered. Being trapped as a prisoner of Daileh’s fateful manipulation could be worse than death itself.

Ironic, she thought to herself as she watched Kjara. I didn’t even plan on killing her. Hearing the chains rattle again as the tallest mime stepped forward, chains in hand, Daileh quickly raised a hand to keep Tare at bay. That won’t be necessary yet, T. Look, she gestured to the human slouched on the ground crying.

The mime rolled his blackened, sleep deprived eyes, dropping the chains quickly. He didn’t want to have to use real chains, even if it did have more of a dramatic effect. If it wasn’t pantomimed, he just didn’t want to do it. Though he was keeping his expression perfectly still, he still had that hideous smirk, thanks to the scar on his cheek that had been sewn up, long with his lips (though it only went halfway). Stretching his arms up and over his head, Tare stepped over to Kjara, hauling her up with the greatest of ease. He kept a tight grip on the girl, waiting for either Ezra or Daileh to give some sort of order.

Daileh stepped over to Ezra, attempting to lean up on her tip-toes to whisper to him. But alas, sh was too short. So, she rested a hand on his shoulder to pull him down some. “You don’t plan on killing her, do you?”

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[ezra hart]

He shouted out in utter pain as the fangs first hit him. “Fuck,” he spat, wincing as the fangs shot deeper into his skin. The sound of his skin tearing echoed through his ears as he struggled to wrap his fingers around Kjara’s body (it seemed she was a snake now—her body was wrapped around his arms in an unfairly tight fashion). He tried to ignore the feeling of his blood streaming down his arm as he reached through the sack, attempting again to grab her. And then the snake was gone, replaced by a larger animal. A larger animal with claws. They raked against his skin again—or what was remaining of it, on his arm—and he grunted again, pulling his arm out of the sack for a moment to examine the damage.

Well isn’t that pretty. He lifted a brow, dark blue eyes trailing down over his bloody arm. Great. Thankfully, he had left his jacket back in his apartment, so Jackson couldn’t laugh his ass off about how another was ruined. Sighing, he wiped it on his shirt, thrusting his hand back into the bag to attempt to drag the shapeshifter out again. He had not knocked her unconscious and dragged her from the castle down to the forest just to have her chew his arm off for nothing. On top of all of this, he tried to avoid Daileh’s gaze. She was probably enjoying herself, and that was something he sure as fuck didn’t want to see at the moment.

Then, he had her. Pulling her back, he struggled to keep her still as she transformed into anything she could think of. Next time Daileh was getting the victim out. Gritting his teeth, and trying not to concentrate on the fact that his arm had started spurting out the thick, red liquid again, he held on and watched as she transformed into a kangaroo. Shit. He braced himself for the upcoming pain, but suddenly, she stopped and cried out. That saved him the trouble, at least. Hands falling to his side, he watched as she crawled over to the tree. She started sobbing. Obviously, he didn’t know as much about Kjara as he thought he had.

Ezra twitched as his eyes fell to his arm. Still bleeding. He ripped the edge of his t-shirt off and wrapped it around the cuts, tugging it tighter. God, that was going to really fucking hurt later. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Daileh attempt to get on her tip-toes. For a psychopathic mass-murderer, she could be so adorable at times. He fought back a smile as she tugged on his shoulder, and leaned down. He shook his head at the half-blood’s question. “No. Why, were you counting on it?”

[Kjara von Rael]

Her eyes went wide with anger as the creepy stitched thing picked up er, as if she was nothing but a rag doll, and held her in the air. But Erzra's and Dai's words caught her attention. With a quick growl to the thing, she truned to their conversation. " Yeah. Go ahead. Kill me. Seems like no one can trust me, so why do you sit here bothering?" she felt her body shudder under the creatures hands, and she didn't bother moving. If she moved, the out come would ost likely be painful sooner or later. But why would they want to kill her? She's never done anything to them! If it wasn't for her, Ezra and Sam wouldn't be together! Well, sorta. She couldn't help but show the betrayal in her blue and reen eyes. When Ezra's blue eyes meet hers, her brows furrowed with anger, slight fear, dissapointment, and.. trust?

She shook her head, her brown hair swaying back and forth as she hung her head down. "Just hurry up and get this over with.." she said quietly. With er fists clenching and unclenching, she looked at the damage she inflicted to Ezra's hand, and couldn't help but give a sneer of accomplishment. Fucker deserved it, after all. She loked him over, and noticed that he has changed. He wasn't.. bouncy. She rarley even saw him smile. Her brows furrowed with concern. Deep down, she still cared about him, but as of now, the plain sight of his face made her tremble with fear, hatred, and sickness.

Her eyes trailed over to Dai, and she tensed. She knew simply that she could never trust her. With a sigh, she looked over the creature that held her up. Boy, was he uhhh-gly! Well, with the stitches and all, he was creepy. No telling what this creep was capable of. She wondered how and why he had those stitches over his mouth. But, as of now, she wanted to grab them and rip them right out! She felt a growl errupt through her chest as her eyes caught the mimes.

[ooc] yeah its late, and this keyboard makes a lot of noise. I tred. Sorry. T_T

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[Daileh Few]

Screw the fact that Kjara was staring Tare down like he was a piece of meat or something. Or, you know, a peice of hideous deformed meat that was likely to kill you--like from Walmart. The girl was afraid of him, Dai could just tell. Whenever someone looked at him like that, with a disgusted expression, she just knew. Anyone that wasn't afraid of them was fascinated, like she'd been. Still, even she didn't know how Tare had gotten his scars. None of the mimes could talk, but that was probably for the better.

"Kjara, I don't really intend to kill you." Hearing the words, Tare loosened his grip some, slowly lacking the intent to kill. "With your big mouth? People would notice." Seeing as she was secure as she was going to get, Tare backed off into the shadows, dissapearing to meet his 'brothers.' That's what they were, as far as Daileh could tell. Honestly, they were as much a mystery to her as to anyone else. All she knew were their names, and even those seemed fake. Except Alex. Smart Alex was by far the most open of the group.

As if on cue, the other two (Alex included) stepped out from the shadows, fully aware that their presence was not needed. However, Sin had fallen under the impression that Kjara might hurt him back, and when weren't backup needed? And Alex? Well, he'd follow either of them to the end of the Earth and back. It was hard to believe, really, that Alex was one of them. Decked nearly in all white from head to toe, pale, with snow-white hair, he looked least likely of all people to ever be a killer. But he was obedient. He did what he was told.

"Ezra, what do we do now?"

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