Mystic Messenger:The mint-eyed man

Chapter one

There he was.Standing there,in the same place as he was every night.Just a shadow under the gaslight,like a wraith he lurked.Leaning against the iron and proving himself up with a cat skull cane.

The man hid in the London smog,smoke circling his top hat like vultures around a dying rabbit.His face always dark and showing the shadow of the side of his face,a slightly crooked nose.That was until he heard the familiar crash.

Maggie cursed under here breath as her feet hit the lonely soup can in the middle of the cobbled street.It rattled and shook tumbling down into the fog,what Maggie sa
id would have been considered very unladylike by her tutor Miss Lawrence.

But she didn't really care at that moment,the skirts of her cream ball gown were thick with dirt and her hair a tangled mess.For about an hour she had been stalking the streets of London,she had lost sight of her family's carriage after leaving the theatre late.Again.

This wasn't the first time it had happened,Maggie took cautious steps towards the yellow,dusty light.The tall man was staring at her his teeth a flash of white.She knew not to trust strange men on the streets but she could barely see were she was going,and there was no stopping her feet.

As Maggie reached the gaslight she could see his mint eyes,like a calm storm they shimmered.Her palms were sweaty in her gloves and the jewels at her neck choked her.She couldn't breathe,twisting her fan in her hands she stepped into the light.

The man stood with an unnatural silence and balance,Something Maggie was sure no human could achieve.There was a slight russell as he extended a gloved hand towards her.She tried to stop she really did,but her hand fell into his.

With a catlike grace he pulled her out the light and down the street.Across the cobble stones they swayed,Maggie clutching on to his arm.She told herself to run to scream but her body would not obey her.It was how she thought being possessed felt,something the pastors at the church frequently talked about.

All of a sudden they were standing in front of a house,not too grand but not too shabby.A red door
With a brass knocker shaped like a dragons head.

Seven precise knocks.He rattled the door knocker hitting so hard against the wood Maggie was sure the wood would dent.But the door swung open with an eerie creak,revealing a long candle lit hallway.He gave her a push and she tripped into the corridor,the door slamming behind her.No,no,no she thought pulling at the handle.The door would not budge,a dusty breeze blew down the hall.Tasting like death,old furniture and dust-covered books,like the leather bound novels of her library at home.

Portraits of odd looking people graced the walls,some were beautiful but holding the corpses of what Maggie supposed was their dead lovers in their hands.

Other had strange oddities,green skin,rams horns,bushy tails.But their was one thing they all seemed to have in common,each of their hollow,lifeless eyes were filled with wicked laughter.

The hall came to an end,a black door.The door opened with a click,the rotting wood groaning in pain.What was behind the door made Maggie gasp,taking great lungfuls of the musty air.Row upon row of mangled bodies lay at her feet,the oak parquet was a river of blood staining her skirt and kid boots.

The stench from the corpses drifted up her nose,the familiar tang of coppery blood.She felt sick to her stomach,stepping over each of the bodies their faces frozen with shock.Some were children as young as five,their little mouths opened and forming a solid o.Like shock had hit them head on,like a train running along the tracks.

At the end of the room stood a gigantic gold mirror
A long cracked obscured the reflection.But it was not her image in the mirror,but that a of a man.He had bright white hair such a vibrant colour it could not be natural at all,his eyes stared at  the ground.

There was something sad about him,a bit wistful.He never looked up,she would stand in front of that mirror for what seemed like hours,but all he would look at was the floor.You could hear what sounded like clapping in the distance,shouts of praise.But all the same he looked down
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(Y/N)awoke all in a cold sweat,rolling and tangling her self in sheets.It was just a dream,it always was.She flung herself out of bed and sprinted down the hallway to the toilet.

She felt like She was going to vomit all over the corridor walls,but lucky She made it to the toilet on time.(Y/N)wiped the sweat from her face with a ragged towel,and let out a sigh of relief.

Her mother was doing the night shift again,which was good in only this situation.It was very hard being quiet when disposing the entire contents of your stomach into the toilet.Ever since she had moved to the little flat above the old theatre,these strange dreams had been haunting (Y/N) every single night.Did the dream fairies not take it into consideration that she had TESTS soon?!
(Y/N) leaned over to where her phone had fallen out of her pyjama pocket,the white light lit up her face.Illuminating her tired (E/C) eyes.

No texts from the defender of justice,bff seven.He was the only one expect her who knew about these peculiar nightmares,the only one who bothered to listen if he didn't have his head buried into his computer.

(Y/N) started to text him (it was only 1 am he didn't usually sleep till four).Surprisingly he responded straight away:

(Y/N):it happened again T_T

707:seriously?!

(Y/N):yeh

707:you need like a psychic or something or ward them off with this...

(Sends dank meme)

(Y/N):T_T dude

707:sorry...

707:I have to go now,I'll see u tomorrow though.

(Y/N):ok bye

707:bye

(Y/N) could help but feel a bit disappointed,she really wanted to talk longer but...it was 1am she supposed that's why he left.So he wasn't surviving on Ph d pepper as usual.(Y/N) lent her head against the cold side of the sink,watching the rain fall outside.The rest of the hour she sat there she could help feel that she wasn't the only one watching the drops race down the window...