Case 117
[You can't really see it at first, but there's something very wrong about where you are now. It's the City...but it's not right.
Then it gets very, very dark. And soon, you'll wish it had stayed that way.
On the ground are two corpses, a man wearing glasses and a woman in an apron, both with striking red hair...both shriveled, grey, and lacking faces. They've clearly been dead for a long time now, so the fresh dark blood that surrounds them is out of place...as are the strange, rune scribblings all around them. The runes are the only source of light here, casting an eerie bluish-purple glow on the bodies, and providing enough light to show that the corpses aren't the only things here.
There's a boy...or is it a man?
He looks so young, but those wide, sunken in, horror filled blue eyes are haunted, manic, terrified and insane...he's so skinny, and there's blood on him as well, on the corners of his lips, as if he's been coughing it up.
He's not wearing a shirt, revealing a large, zig-zagging scar across his chest, held together by what appears to be large staples. There are other, smaller scars on him as well, as well as runes covering his body, written in dark ink.
He appears to be alone.
He tries to move forward, to approach the bodies...but he's pulled back by something...a faceless reaper in the shadow, flanked by two ghosts with hollow eyes, and wild hair that was once red...]
Tell me, Mister Cross...why do you smell like death when you still live...?
...I wonder...can a shell like you still feel pain?
[Hanna (for that is indeed Hanna) shivers, as the ghost of the woman pulls out a knife from seemingly nowhere, running it gently across the scar on his chest. He cries out in pain, doubling over and coughing blood.]
Shall we find out just how hollow you really are, dear...?
[The knife is plunged into his chest, and he screams, trying to break out of the grasp of the reaper, sobbing in pain as blood runs from his lips. The ghosts circle him, whispering words only he can hear, tormenting him mentally, torturing him physically...
The reaper speaks once. The lights on the runes glow brightly for one instant before all fades to black...and the scene begins to repeat.]
Never forget, Mister Cross, that you only exist because I allow you to. What you desire...what you would trade everything for...you will never get. You will never have normal. You will never have peace.
Let us make sure that you remember that...and let us begin again.
[ooc: For your reference: http://community.livejournal.com/hinabn/17394.html#cutid1, http://vert-is-ninja.deviantart.com/art/After-All-This-Time-155094756, http://hanna.aftertorque.com/?p=576, and http://s81.photobucket.com/albums/j229/CherryChan100/?action=view¤t=127269343311.jpg
All based on speculation, of course. Hanna is trapped in his nightmare, which is why it's on a loop.]
Then it gets very, very dark. And soon, you'll wish it had stayed that way.
On the ground are two corpses, a man wearing glasses and a woman in an apron, both with striking red hair...both shriveled, grey, and lacking faces. They've clearly been dead for a long time now, so the fresh dark blood that surrounds them is out of place...as are the strange, rune scribblings all around them. The runes are the only source of light here, casting an eerie bluish-purple glow on the bodies, and providing enough light to show that the corpses aren't the only things here.
There's a boy...or is it a man?
He looks so young, but those wide, sunken in, horror filled blue eyes are haunted, manic, terrified and insane...he's so skinny, and there's blood on him as well, on the corners of his lips, as if he's been coughing it up.
He's not wearing a shirt, revealing a large, zig-zagging scar across his chest, held together by what appears to be large staples. There are other, smaller scars on him as well, as well as runes covering his body, written in dark ink.
He appears to be alone.
He tries to move forward, to approach the bodies...but he's pulled back by something...a faceless reaper in the shadow, flanked by two ghosts with hollow eyes, and wild hair that was once red...]
Tell me, Mister Cross...why do you smell like death when you still live...?
...I wonder...can a shell like you still feel pain?
[Hanna (for that is indeed Hanna) shivers, as the ghost of the woman pulls out a knife from seemingly nowhere, running it gently across the scar on his chest. He cries out in pain, doubling over and coughing blood.]
Shall we find out just how hollow you really are, dear...?
[The knife is plunged into his chest, and he screams, trying to break out of the grasp of the reaper, sobbing in pain as blood runs from his lips. The ghosts circle him, whispering words only he can hear, tormenting him mentally, torturing him physically...
The reaper speaks once. The lights on the runes glow brightly for one instant before all fades to black...and the scene begins to repeat.]
Never forget, Mister Cross, that you only exist because I allow you to. What you desire...what you would trade everything for...you will never get. You will never have normal. You will never have peace.
Let us make sure that you remember that...and let us begin again.
[ooc: For your reference: http://community.livejournal.com/hinabn/17394.html#cutid1, http://vert-is-ninja.deviantart.com/art/After-All-This-Time-155094756, http://hanna.aftertorque.com/?p=576, and http://s81.photobucket.com/albums/j229/CherryChan100/?action=view¤t=127269343311.jpg
All based on speculation, of course. Hanna is trapped in his nightmare, which is why it's on a loop.]