I look behind me, glancing around, and I sigh softly. I know I won't see them, but it's worth a try. They're bickering back and forth.
“You can't pretend you didn't like Jakey.” Madi says calmly. No matter the situation, she was always calm. She got that attitude from me, I think.
“I'm not the one that dreamed of growing up and marrying Kem.” Margi says smoothly. I get slight;y wide-eyed and lightly pink.
“SHHHH!!!! He's RIGHT THERE!!” I picture Madi staring at her twin and being bright red. I let my mind drift away and find Ray's mind. I knew he was still hanging around here on this side. I smirk slightly.
Remember me? I say in my twisted demon voice into his mind. I make my voice deep and snarly, like the demon/monster parts in various songs, so no one stuck on this side after being killed will identify it. They won't ever know what my true voice is. I'm the executioner. I add to his thoughts. Soon the so called crime scene comes into view. Detective....cops....I don't know one of these people. And I make a point to know everything I can about all my opponents. So I guess it's time to show off my next power, and one of my favorites, ability to access internet with the easy activation of a chip in my head and nothing more. As I watch them do their thing and get the normal results....
“DAMN IT!!!! Search turned up nothing AGAIN!!!!” Alan Roonster yells. I barely keep a smile from creeping over my face as I break through the police system computer and find files on the people. Rookie file. I find and open it. Clark Verchot, under-cover cop. Graduated with highest honors in his class. Only a few months ago to, he's a fresh one to torment. I walk a bit closer as I read that he claims to be a psychic and says he can talk to the dead. If this is true, he's no doubt talked to Ray already. Come to think of it....i remember reading something like that in the paper. I quickly look it up and the headlines say “They hired a psychic to do the job of a cop.” .. … ..He forgot the tape....guess they shouldn't have a psychic doin' a cop's job. Just as I think that, he walks over and glares at me.
“This is a crime scene, boy. Get out! It isn't a place for children to play!” Anger problems, much? This should be fun.
“Crime scene?” I ask in the same tone Blackheart uses when he says 'Angels?' in the movie Ghost Rider when he walks up to the bar in the very beginning. You know, the scene where he kills a bar full of people in a minute or less? That tone.
“Problem?” he snarls.
“Where's the tape?” I keep the same tone.
“Tape?” He gets red with some combination of embarrassment and anger. Damn, I KNEW I forgot something! he yells in his mind. I smirk and try to walk past. He shoots his arm out. “You can't go in that alley!”
“Who are you to tell me where I can and can't go?” I ask, adding mentally last I checked you weren't even a cop.
“A cop, god damn it! A police officer!!”
“Prove it.” I say smoothly. He reaches where his badge should be and instead pulls out a half a bologna and cheese sandwich. I start laughing my ass off and he looks around frantically and then glares at me. Still laughing, I say “All that proves to me is that you were hungry.”
'SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK I GOT THIS GOD DAMNED UNIFORM!!!!????” he shouts.
“You stole it.” I say without missing a beat...making him more pissed. I just love taunting cops, and Alen doesn't seem to be paying any attention what so ever....good. I go to walk past him again and he tries and fails to push me to the ground. I stagger only slightly as I stare him right in the face. “You seem to have forgotten lots of things. Maybe a psychic shouldn't be doing a job even the cops have been failing at.”
“And maybe the idiot in front of me shouldn't be taunting the cop who was given a gun upon the 1st day of his training and still has it!” he yells back.
“You're a cop, you can't kill me because I've done nothing wrong.”
“You don't believe I'm a cop and how the hell did you know I'm a psychic?”
“I know everything about every cop, Clark. You can't possibly think I don't know you claim to talk to the dead.” as I say that I realize the twins left long ago. Good...they don't need to watch this.
“It's NOT a claim!”
“Oh....you may know that, and I may know it's possible...but try to explain that to them and them not think you're insane and belong in one of the local houses.” I grin.
“You have exactly to the count of 3.....to wipe that STUPID grin off your face!” he shouts. “ONE!” he glares at me and I keep my smirk. “TWO!” no change. “THREE!!!” he reaches out to grab me and I fade to the left. He turns quickly and grabs my throat, trying to choke me. I start laughing and he tightens his grip. After a while I scratch him across the face as hard and fast as I can. He drops me and holds his bleeding face in both hands. Seeing as how I'd made shadows just slightly swirl around the tips of my nails so they'd be extra sharp, he's gonna have scars there for a while. I start to walk away, then turn around.
“What do they teach you at the police academy, how to molest innocent people?” I ask calmly, as if nothing happened. “Don't get lost....with all the dead spirits that walk these streets. The cops may not have noticed, but the rest of New York has. The adults say it's a demon punishing the criminals, the kids....they call it Rescue...because they took most of the pain. You can ask any kid at that orphanage what they think of the so called demon of New York, because 4 of those kids were saved by the one you want dead. If the so called demon wasn't here, those 4 kids would probably be dead by now. Whatever it is, it's clearly not evil like the adults make it out to be. It's clearly not...” and, without finishing, I leave him behind with blood sticking to his hands.
“You can't pretend you didn't like Jakey.” Madi says calmly. No matter the situation, she was always calm. She got that attitude from me, I think.
“I'm not the one that dreamed of growing up and marrying Kem.” Margi says smoothly. I get slight;y wide-eyed and lightly pink.
“SHHHH!!!! He's RIGHT THERE!!” I picture Madi staring at her twin and being bright red. I let my mind drift away and find Ray's mind. I knew he was still hanging around here on this side. I smirk slightly.
Remember me? I say in my twisted demon voice into his mind. I make my voice deep and snarly, like the demon/monster parts in various songs, so no one stuck on this side after being killed will identify it. They won't ever know what my true voice is. I'm the executioner. I add to his thoughts. Soon the so called crime scene comes into view. Detective....cops....I don't know one of these people. And I make a point to know everything I can about all my opponents. So I guess it's time to show off my next power, and one of my favorites, ability to access internet with the easy activation of a chip in my head and nothing more. As I watch them do their thing and get the normal results....
“DAMN IT!!!! Search turned up nothing AGAIN!!!!” Alan Roonster yells. I barely keep a smile from creeping over my face as I break through the police system computer and find files on the people. Rookie file. I find and open it. Clark Verchot, under-cover cop. Graduated with highest honors in his class. Only a few months ago to, he's a fresh one to torment. I walk a bit closer as I read that he claims to be a psychic and says he can talk to the dead. If this is true, he's no doubt talked to Ray already. Come to think of it....i remember reading something like that in the paper. I quickly look it up and the headlines say “They hired a psychic to do the job of a cop.” .. … ..He forgot the tape....guess they shouldn't have a psychic doin' a cop's job. Just as I think that, he walks over and glares at me.
“This is a crime scene, boy. Get out! It isn't a place for children to play!” Anger problems, much? This should be fun.
“Crime scene?” I ask in the same tone Blackheart uses when he says 'Angels?' in the movie Ghost Rider when he walks up to the bar in the very beginning. You know, the scene where he kills a bar full of people in a minute or less? That tone.
“Problem?” he snarls.
“Where's the tape?” I keep the same tone.
“Tape?” He gets red with some combination of embarrassment and anger. Damn, I KNEW I forgot something! he yells in his mind. I smirk and try to walk past. He shoots his arm out. “You can't go in that alley!”
“Who are you to tell me where I can and can't go?” I ask, adding mentally last I checked you weren't even a cop.
“A cop, god damn it! A police officer!!”
“Prove it.” I say smoothly. He reaches where his badge should be and instead pulls out a half a bologna and cheese sandwich. I start laughing my ass off and he looks around frantically and then glares at me. Still laughing, I say “All that proves to me is that you were hungry.”
'SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK I GOT THIS GOD DAMNED UNIFORM!!!!????” he shouts.
“You stole it.” I say without missing a beat...making him more pissed. I just love taunting cops, and Alen doesn't seem to be paying any attention what so ever....good. I go to walk past him again and he tries and fails to push me to the ground. I stagger only slightly as I stare him right in the face. “You seem to have forgotten lots of things. Maybe a psychic shouldn't be doing a job even the cops have been failing at.”
“And maybe the idiot in front of me shouldn't be taunting the cop who was given a gun upon the 1st day of his training and still has it!” he yells back.
“You're a cop, you can't kill me because I've done nothing wrong.”
“You don't believe I'm a cop and how the hell did you know I'm a psychic?”
“I know everything about every cop, Clark. You can't possibly think I don't know you claim to talk to the dead.” as I say that I realize the twins left long ago. Good...they don't need to watch this.
“It's NOT a claim!”
“Oh....you may know that, and I may know it's possible...but try to explain that to them and them not think you're insane and belong in one of the local houses.” I grin.
“You have exactly to the count of 3.....to wipe that STUPID grin off your face!” he shouts. “ONE!” he glares at me and I keep my smirk. “TWO!” no change. “THREE!!!” he reaches out to grab me and I fade to the left. He turns quickly and grabs my throat, trying to choke me. I start laughing and he tightens his grip. After a while I scratch him across the face as hard and fast as I can. He drops me and holds his bleeding face in both hands. Seeing as how I'd made shadows just slightly swirl around the tips of my nails so they'd be extra sharp, he's gonna have scars there for a while. I start to walk away, then turn around.
“What do they teach you at the police academy, how to molest innocent people?” I ask calmly, as if nothing happened. “Don't get lost....with all the dead spirits that walk these streets. The cops may not have noticed, but the rest of New York has. The adults say it's a demon punishing the criminals, the kids....they call it Rescue...because they took most of the pain. You can ask any kid at that orphanage what they think of the so called demon of New York, because 4 of those kids were saved by the one you want dead. If the so called demon wasn't here, those 4 kids would probably be dead by now. Whatever it is, it's clearly not evil like the adults make it out to be. It's clearly not...” and, without finishing, I leave him behind with blood sticking to his hands.