Bane's blog: "please don't steal "

I can feel your roughened fingers closing around my throat, scratching at my flesh. My own fingers, broken, bruised and mangled trying to clutch at the wrists that connected to the hands that were forcing the black to creep across my eyes.  I can see the spirit inside your body, laughing, his eyes shining in your ribs as your fingers get tighter and tighter. I tried to warn you not to open the box, but you wouldn’t listen to me. I should have known that you would have given in to him, looking back, I already knew, as soon as you pulled it out to look at it I knew you had already given in, but I believed in you. I thought you were stronger than the pull that has wrapped its twisted little body in your skin. You told me once you would never hurt me, and now I am reeling and trying to figure out, as I try desperately to breathe, why you would have turned on me and how you could have gotten this box to begin with.

I remember the tale that someone told me once about a boy who had called wolf; I never thought that the wolf could be something besides a wolf, stupid child. I understand now what the story is about, and how we have come to this place. I understand now that he…I…was the target. It….that little twisted and tormented soul…it wanted me, it wanted to kill me. To have me gasping for breath on my knees before it as it stared down at me from the body of the man that had claimed to love me. As that same man crushed the life out of my body with the hands that promised to hold me and not hurt me, closed around my throat like it was just some sort of old cloth to be rung out and then hung up to dry.

I see the world now looking down on it, I can see him standing over me, and the grin on his face is like nothing I have ever seen from him before, for as long as I knew him he was kind and gentle. The man was hard pressed to kill a bug that was annoying him. This…this was something dark and tainted and for some reason it wanted me. Not my soul but my body. It wanted something I was not willing to give it. Even if he had asked for it nicely I would not have let him have it today. Something about him had just been so wrong. Wait…why…why am I sinking…what is going on?

With searing pain that ran from the top of the throat down into lungs starved for oxygen, the breaths came in ragged hard gasps that turned to coughs. Hands instantly moved to clutch at her sides as she forced her body to try and take slow normal breaths. This was the one part of the job that she hated; coming back from the places she had been taken by the dead. This poor woman had seen something that no mortal should have to ever see. In her career she had never seen anything like this before. This thing that had murdered this young woman was very new to her. She had seen something like it written about in a book some time ago but the creature…it didn’t even have a name. This was something she was very much not prepared for, as she took more and more breaths the familiar pair of boots entered her vision and she could not help but smile.

“Inspector so nice to see you again, I was wondering when you would come hunt me out again” Her voice was horse but she pushed through it as she did her best to get up off the scratched, stained, and abused floor of the small home she lived in. It was not every day that the inspector came to see her, she would have to write down everything she had seen before she talked to him. She managed to get to her feet, before she headed to the pages she had left on the small table and she began to scribble out words, which would help her later to return to the memory if she needed to. As she finished she turned and looked at the inspector who had made himself comfortable in the only shabby chair in her living room. She turned and put her hands on her hips as she looked him over, he looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He must have some new and interesting case that he didn’t want anyone else to solve before him. This was going to be an interesting night after all. Maybe another murder, her mind continued to wander until she noticed he was holding something out to her. She moved, in a swish of skirts and closed her hand around what he had held out and with a hiss and the smell of charred flesh she dropped it onto the floor glaring down at the metal that had singed her flesh to the bone.