Thoughtless Tribulations

Chapter Three: Another

It towered several feet above the girl, and in no way could possibly be called human. It had the basic shape of a two-balled snowman, with a long pointy nose and big round eyes as well as two sets of thin arms and a pair of legs almost identical in appearance. It's fingertips seemed to be serrated, much like a knife. It also had what looked to be a black and white mask in the center of its chest, seemingly forever stuck in place with a ghastly expression on its face.

"iT'S noT VerY nICe tO keEp PEopLe WaITing, GiRl." It spoke once again, beginning to encroach upon her personal space as she stumbled back in horror. Was she hallucinating from her sickness? It seemed way to vivid to be a hallucination, but it just couldn't possibly real, could it? It wasn't anything like the creature who resided in the mirrors and in her mind. This one was different. Before she could think any further on the matter it had swung its stick-like arm across the span of the alleyway, effectively flinging the girl like a ragdoll further down the backstreet. Her body hit the ground in a loud thump which knocked the wind out of her. As Roki got up from the ground, still wheezing for air it had already scuttled towards her and knocked her back off of her feet. It then stood there patiently and waited for her to get back up. It's eyes portraying that this was all just a game to it. The girl then stood up quicker this time before taking a few steps back in an attempt to create some distance between them.

"St-stop..." She whimpered out as it quickly slinked to her, it's movements much like that of a centipede's. It's jagged yellow teeth were shown in more abundance as it smiled sinisterly. There was a long pause before it spoke.

"If yOu won'T leT Me haVe MY fUn i MiGHT aS wELl jUst kIlL yoU." It said wickedly before jabbing its knife-like fingers in her direction.

"Stop." A commanding voice rang out, and the monster had immediately froze. That hadn't been her voice.... had it? It sounded somewhat like her, yet at the same time a completely different person. She could feel the sweat pour down from her forehead, seeing as the demon had only been a few inches away from striking a fatal blow. Its claws had been too close to her throat for comfort. There was an oddly long silence, the creature in front of her still frozen in it's place. She hadn't understood why it had stopped, until she heard the fear in it's voice as it mumbled something out in terrified and almost incoherent words.

"YoU... yOU'rE a N--gRaaAGh-" It's sentence ended abruptly with a screech as it exploded without warning. Bits of metal shrapnel cut Roki's bare skin as she held her arms up protectively and she once again fell back down to the floor from the shock of the blast. Standing there in it's place, was a man in a black cloak and three people behind him wearing tan hooded jackets that ran all of the way down to about their midcalf. 'Exorcist. Kill the Exorcist.' The voice hissed harshly and with that another pounding headache made itself present to the girl.

"Are you okay?" The one in black asked gently.

"My... head is about to split open." Roki grunted out in pain before collapsing face first into the ground. She could feel the warm sticky blood dripping down her forehead. Her bandages were absolutely soaked in her blood. She was suddenly flipped over by the, exorcist? That was what the voice had called him anyways.

"You're hurt..." He said before trailing his hand up to her face. She weakly grabbed his hand and looked at him pleadingly. Instead of taking a hint, he gently swatted her hand away and continued his path to grab ahold of the bandages.

Slowly unwinding the bandages from her forehead, all that the young girl could do was lay helplessly in his gentle arms, unable to gather enough strength to stop him. Roki soon felt the cold autumn breeze blow against her bare forehead as she screwed her eyes shut at the gasps around her.