Jinx

Chapter 3 - CRACK!

The lights go out. The sound of small chain pieces can be heard alongside an ghostly, eerily howl, whooshing out of the box. Grace could see the smog billowing out of the box, twirling and turning towards Alex. She feared it would do something to him. Luckily, it went right through him. But what she couldn't see was the psychological ramifications the smog did on its way through. He could smell a bitter odour, similar to sewer water and lemon juice. He could hear thousand of generations; Dead generations; Begging for freedom. He felt the smog hit against his eyes, like if there were a prehistoric version of a fog machine. He closed his eyes in response to this foreign feeling, and when he opened them, the lights came back on. He saw Grace with a face as pale as the wallpaper. She looked as if she'd seen a- Oh God! He turned around and saw it. The monster his father tried so hard to keep from them, but even layers of steel chains couldnt keep them safe. It's face resembled that of a burlap sack, with X's for eyes. It's hands were tangles of string in the shape of hands. Everything else was nothing but that eerie purple smog. Grace unclenched her lungs and whispered "what is it?"
Alex was still trying to make sense of what they had done. If whatever this was didn't kill them, their parents would. It tilted its head and formed an indentation in the shape of a smile. It didn't have pupils, but Alex could tell they were staring at eachother. Alex turned to Grace.
"Anything happens, you bolt for the door, 'kay?" He whispered back. She anxiously nodded, shuffling back slightly. Alex turned back to the creature. It's head was straightened now, and it's stare seemed to have more meaning. It was waiting for him to speak. "Do you speak?" Alex mustered, requiring more strength to talk to it then what he thought.
"Oh, I speak plenty. Hard not to when you've seen the language grow." It said, giggling to itself. It's voice is hard to describe, based simply on the fact that it's voice sounds different to different people. Alex heard it as a deep pommy voice, but Grace heard a high-yet-somehow-still eerie voice.
"So, what do you want? Why did my dad lock you up? More importantly, what are you?" Alex said, with a bit more relief then he'd like to admit.
"The man who imprisoned me is your father? Pfft, sad old man, really. He saw me as a danger before we'd even-" it stopped itself. It realised it was about to go into too deep adetail.  It muttered something to itself before continuing with the questions.
"What am I? Ugh, you humans. You write and you write and you write, but you cant be bothered to read. I'm a demon sent here to punish human for injustices. Sure, my methods may be a little hanus, but i wasnt sent here to congradulate."
"I hate to sound like a broken record, but what do you want?"
"I simply want to play a game of Jinx! Its been-" he dropped his head further back then possible with a human neck to do a head roll.
"-so long-" he said slowly.
"-since I've played." He finished with his head reattached to his 'neck'.
"Seriously? Thats it?" Grace asked, sat back up more.
"Yes! But, there comes a bit of a deal." It regarded.
Alex turned back and said in a cocky voice "theres always a catch." Before turning back to it.
"If i win, i get to PUNISH YOU. If you win, I punish myself." He stated the terms.
A/N
Whenever I write like THIS, it means the voice went demonic and deep. But when it's not caps, it's just demonic. Ok, back to the book.

He turned to Grace to check if she was okay with it. She shrugged. Not the most helpful, as usual. He turned back and declared "Ok! We excpet your-" "terms." They both said. "Jinx" it said in a sing-song voice. It's hand raised slowly with its pointer finger sticking out. One of the strings that made his hand wormed out and drifted towards Alex's mouth. Once it's top had made it to the side of his upper lip, it's slowly wound back, and... stab! The string went through his top lip into his mouth. Alex screamed, but it wasn't done there. It stabbed through his bottom lip back out to the surface. Alex, in the panic, realised what it was doing. It was sewing his mouth shut. He grabbed its arm, hoping to rip the strand out from the source, but before he could, tens of strings from the arm reached out and entangled him.
"Dont struggle. It only makes the pain worse." It said in a foreboding voice. By now, what used to be arms had sprawled out, revealing millions of strings, grabbing at Alex from every vantage point. The legs. The arms. The head. Anyway that Alex could have escaped was blocked. Alex could do nothing but watch as his mouth was sealed shut.