Kitty~ <3 [Complete]

[flowing_alchemy]

Characters: Alphonse, Courtney, various ghosts
Setting: Starting in the grand room, moving through the dining room and into the kitchen, back through the grand room...
Time: Middle of the night
Summary: Alphonse finds a kitty! Also ow.
Warnings: ...cat lover obsessing? And ow.

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[flowing_alchemy]

There was still fire on his jacket, too. The burning heat was overwhelming, and he was terrified - he just wanted it to stop already, but he knew he couldn't, but there was a different sort of burning building in his legs. He could still hear the footsteps of that burning man chasing them, and the sound of his voice calling out, to the two of them. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't...

There was a strange sense of comfort held in the fact that the girl ghost and Winny were there with Courtney and himself. As if they could somehow help the more vulnerable children. But they seemed uncertain, now - stopping at the entrance of the hallway. They had been right before, but nothing in there seemed dangerous...a woman and some coloured orbs, down the hall. If anything he felt that he could trust the woman - perhaps a vague instinct - but the ghosts seemed to believe otherwise.

But they didn't have much time to think, did they? He just wanted to get away from that thing, to stop and rest, and get that small fire that was burning through his jacket out. And - and it hurt. It really did.

So he just tried to urge Courtney on, hoping that the ghosts taking pause wouldn't cause her to.

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It was only until she stopped that she noticed that Alphonse's jacket was on fire. Grabbing it off his shoulders, she threw it onto the ground and stepped on it repeatedly to put it out. Picking it up and draping it over his shoulder, she winced a little as she saw the left side of his face, burn wounds where the man touched him. Make no mistake, she did not want to be caught by him.

"Leave us alone!" she shouted as the burnt man called to them. Usually, she prided herself on being able to keep her cool, being smart-mouthed and clever even in dangerous circumstances, but she had just run for her life with a boy around her age draped over her shoulders, so it was a little hard to think straight enough to exchange banter with a big scary monster that was trying to burn her alive.

Breathing heavily, she glanced towards the motherly figure going back and forth down the hallway - that must've been the woman in the study that Fiona mentioned - and then back at Allison. "Rock and a hard place, huh..." She looked down the east gallery again, putting Al's arm around her again. The ghost seemed to be patrolling the narrow hallway, going back and forth across it. If she could just time it right... she could probably make it into the library, while the woman was near the stairs. Maybe then she could make it up into the empty hallway, or up the stairs, assuming the patrolwoman didn't see her.

As she watched the ghost turn her back and go towards the stairs, the thirteen year old began to summon her courage, counting slowly to three as she waited for it to go past the library door. She hoped that her hearing was as bad as her sight - she was sure that her heartbeat could be heart for miles around. "Okay. One... two... ...three!" With Alphonse in tow, she ran, as quickly and quietly as she could manage, bolting into the library