"He told me to ask you this. 'Do you wish to die?'"
After she spoke those words, there lingered a chilly silence between us, like a snow-covered mountain in the North. Our eyes never broke the contact, though out distance remained long enough to comfort me physically. Standing close to a deceased person did not seem like an ideal way to spend your time, much less spend anything at. Had it not been for the general lack of sense my situation was inflicted with, I would've already run away from there without looking back. As far as I could tell, speaking with a ghost was not on my priority-list.
None of us said anything, regardless of how many questions spiraled out of control within me. There was one of those cliche questions like 'what does she mean?' And all that, yet that was not the one which I intended on asking first. In fact, I wasn't exactly sure out what to say. My breathing lingered in the air like a distant echo, and thus far, it was the only thing that kept my mind on the right path. Considering how there came no sound from her, neither breathing nor shifting in her nonexistent movements, it only added to the sense of confusion composing the ordeal I was currently stuck in. She truly was an ghost, or a Phantasm of someone that didn't regard breathing as a priority. Equivalent to a ghost, in other words.
Though my expressions remained bland and blank in order to reveal as less as possible about my thoughts, like nothing bothered me visibly, hers was, as always, twisted with some sort of sinister delight, almost making it convincing to assume that she was a sadist in the disguise of an attractive-looking young woman, and believe me. It was.
I tried muttering something, anything, to contribute the situation ambitiously, yet nothing was able to leave my thoughts and enter reality. My feet stayed stuck to the ground whilst hers began to circle around me like a predator toying with its prey in pleasure of knowing that it held the upper hand in the struggle. A unique sort of satisfaction to be enjoyed properly without obstacles in its way.
"He says he wants to give you a choice," She admitted indifferently, continuing the never-ending circle to make me visibly paranoid. I kept track of her movements, ensuring that none of her actions would go unnoticed. Her eyes, for some reason, avoided mine as she eyed our empty surroundings with what appeared to be an intriguing fascination of sorts, as if she saw something in it I remained unknowing towards.
"What choice?" I muttered coolly, not raising my voice as loud as I really intended to. "What does he want from me?"
"Nothing you won't be willing to give up." She replied, seemingly uninterested in going further into detail. "He wants to give you an.... Advantage in this Game of yours."
"An advantage?" I raised her an eyebrow in suspicion. "Why would he bother? Not to mention, I doubt he can miraculously bring me back to life." I stated aloud, not at all subtle about keeping my opinions personal. "Whoever he is, tell him that his offer is nothing but an empty suggestion."
"You're not dead." Her answer shook me.
"I'm not what?" My eyes discreetly squeezed to the brink of being shut.
"You're not dead," She repeated less patiently. "At least, not yet."
"But you just said-"
"I was pulling your leg on purpose, trying to see how far your level of denial reached. I was unimpressed. He will be disappointed to see that his foremost choice of election lacks the attribute of determination to exceed his expectations."
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Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED
Horror(Previously known as 'CUTTHROAT') She was a misfortune, a black sheep, the locals' substitute for the real culprit behind their own suffering. That was all she ever was, and it didn't seem like things would change anytime soon, either. Being the onl...
