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Fanfic: Ouija Teil 3
Marron'? What sounded like Marron?"
"She sounded ... scared." Another scream followed Uub`s words, but it wasn't Marron.
“Goten!” Trunks jumped up from the couch and ran to the stairs, the others followed him. Other screams followed, male and female. Trunks didn't know what was going on and he didn't know who was going either, but he ran up the stairs to the screams.
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"Did you say something, Marron?" asked Goten.No Answer. > Funny. I could swear I heard something ... 'he thought, rambling.
"Marron?" asked Goten again. He looked over his shoulder and realized that she wasn't behind him at all. He stopped promptly. Then he heard the scream. > Oh shit! <"Marron!"
Goten ran down the hall and wondered how he could go so far without realizing that Marron was not with him. He wasn't even sure when and where they had lost sight of each other. Another scream.
He ran to the room Marron was so interested in and pressed his ear to the door. "Marron ?! Marron, it's me!" he yelled, hoping she was on the other side.
"Goths ?!" came her frightened voice. "Get me out of here!" she screamed.
Goten opened his mouth to answer but then he heard a loud crash, followed by a scream from Marron.
"MARRON!"Goten rammed his body against the door with all his might. But, just like the windows, the door didn't break. He started banging his fists against the creaking wood. He knew it wouldn't do anything, but he wanted it." to attempt.
He could see movement out of the corner of his eye. Probably the others, but he didn't care. He kept banging on the door. "What is it made of?" he growled, "What the hell is she made of?"
He kept slamming the door until splinters scratched, cut, and tore open his skin. He felt hands grab his shoulders, yelling at him, telling him to stop and trying to push him away from the door. More voices filled his head. Some screamed, some screamed, and others called.
Goten's blood ran down his hands; on the floor and on his shirt. Marron`s screams echoed in the hall. These and the others got so loud, it was the only thing he could understand.The warm liquid found its way down his arms. More and more, from more and more wounds he inflicted on himself.
Goten's head pulsed and he knew he was crying. "MARRON!"
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"Marron ?! Marron, it's me!" Marron took her eyes off the animals, still cautiously. They had narrowed it in a little corner between the wall and the bookshelves.
"Goths ?!" she called, not recognizing her own voice. She looked at the animals; Foxes, owls, rabbits, animals that she couldn't even call by name, all stared at her with the same lazy look. “Get me out of here!” Her scream was like a trigger, signaled the attack.
The foxes bared their teeth and jumped at them. They dug their claws into their skin. One arm hit the bookshelf, the other smashed an exhibition glass with dead rats; it was literally raining glass. Her flesh tore and Marron screamed.Little rats sipped their heels. Helplessly she tried to kick the rats away, in vain. They tore their socks and bit their skin.
.:They like you:.
Marron crashed into the owl, whose feet were caught in its hair, and it screamed and screamed. Something hit the back of her knee, causing her to fall. Her wounded arm hit the wooden floor hard. Everything in the room began to whirl around, the animals grinned like master quince on crack (note: small joke on the edge). She grabbed her arm, tried to stop the bleeding. Screams came from somewhere, not hers; rather another person. Things flew overhead, whether it was animals or books, hit and tore at her.
Marron didn't know when she started crying, but they could taste the never-ending taste of tears in her mouth. Or maybe it was blood. She didn't care, both were painful liquids.The salty tears ran down her cheeks, down her neck, and finally fell to the floor; the soft, splashing sound was so loud to her ears. The animals made high-pitched, squeaky noises. "Stop it," she cried. "STOP!" the room grew quiet and you cry louder. It was on the floor with blood everywhere. She was unable to get up, or even move.
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to be continued ...
So, the third part!
How did you find it?
Hope good. It was hard work to write something like that ...
cu, Kaori
"She sounded ... scared." Another scream followed Uub`s words, but it wasn't Marron.
“Goten!” Trunks jumped up from the couch and ran to the stairs, the others followed him. Other screams followed, male and female. Trunks didn't know what was going on and he didn't know who was going either, but he ran up the stairs to the screams.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Did you say something, Marron?" asked Goten.No Answer. > Funny. I could swear I heard something ... 'he thought, rambling.
"Marron?" asked Goten again. He looked over his shoulder and realized that she wasn't behind him at all. He stopped promptly. Then he heard the scream. > Oh shit! <"Marron!"
Goten ran down the hall and wondered how he could go so far without realizing that Marron was not with him. He wasn't even sure when and where they had lost sight of each other. Another scream.
He ran to the room Marron was so interested in and pressed his ear to the door. "Marron ?! Marron, it's me!" he yelled, hoping she was on the other side.
"Goths ?!" came her frightened voice. "Get me out of here!" she screamed.
Goten opened his mouth to answer but then he heard a loud crash, followed by a scream from Marron.
"MARRON!"Goten rammed his body against the door with all his might. But, just like the windows, the door didn't break. He started banging his fists against the creaking wood. He knew it wouldn't do anything, but he wanted it." to attempt.
He could see movement out of the corner of his eye. Probably the others, but he didn't care. He kept banging on the door. "What is it made of?" he growled, "What the hell is she made of?"
He kept slamming the door until splinters scratched, cut, and tore open his skin. He felt hands grab his shoulders, yelling at him, telling him to stop and trying to push him away from the door. More voices filled his head. Some screamed, some screamed, and others called.
Goten's blood ran down his hands; on the floor and on his shirt. Marron`s screams echoed in the hall. These and the others got so loud, it was the only thing he could understand.The warm liquid found its way down his arms. More and more, from more and more wounds he inflicted on himself.
Goten's head pulsed and he knew he was crying. "MARRON!"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Marron ?! Marron, it's me!" Marron took her eyes off the animals, still cautiously. They had narrowed it in a little corner between the wall and the bookshelves.
"Goths ?!" she called, not recognizing her own voice. She looked at the animals; Foxes, owls, rabbits, animals that she couldn't even call by name, all stared at her with the same lazy look. “Get me out of here!” Her scream was like a trigger, signaled the attack.
The foxes bared their teeth and jumped at them. They dug their claws into their skin. One arm hit the bookshelf, the other smashed an exhibition glass with dead rats; it was literally raining glass. Her flesh tore and Marron screamed.Little rats sipped their heels. Helplessly she tried to kick the rats away, in vain. They tore their socks and bit their skin.
.:They like you:.
Marron crashed into the owl, whose feet were caught in its hair, and it screamed and screamed. Something hit the back of her knee, causing her to fall. Her wounded arm hit the wooden floor hard. Everything in the room began to whirl around, the animals grinned like master quince on crack (note: small joke on the edge). She grabbed her arm, tried to stop the bleeding. Screams came from somewhere, not hers; rather another person. Things flew overhead, whether it was animals or books, hit and tore at her.
Marron didn't know when she started crying, but they could taste the never-ending taste of tears in her mouth. Or maybe it was blood. She didn't care, both were painful liquids.The salty tears ran down her cheeks, down her neck, and finally fell to the floor; the soft, splashing sound was so loud to her ears. The animals made high-pitched, squeaky noises. "Stop it," she cried. "STOP!" the room grew quiet and you cry louder. It was on the floor with blood everywhere. She was unable to get up, or even move.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
to be continued ...
So, the third part!
How did you find it?
Hope good. It was hard work to write something like that ...
cu, Kaori