Post by Kale on Feb 23, 2006 19:38:59 GMT -5
Amera Tearisi had been blind since birth. So, at the age of three when she suddenly picked up a talent for art her parents were suprised, to say the least. Afterall, how could a little girl who was completley blind be able to know which color marker or crayon she was picking up, or the surface she drew on let alone draw such beautiful, yet oddly disturbing pictures. They started off as fairly detailed stick figures, and they started off as pictures of her, and her family. But as the months passed and the pictures gained more life like qualities, her parents noticed they were fading out of the pictures, being replaced by a boy. A sad looking boy, with messy, bright purple hair. Soon, her parents were no longer present in the pictures at all. Only Amera and "Hyde" as she had named the boy. They were always together, having tea parties, playing catch. SImple little things. Normal things. Things that did not matter too much.
But the red flag went up after Amera started school. She was withdrawing herself from the other kids, only talking when necessary. Elsewise she only spoke to Hyde. She didn't pay attention to her lesson, she drew pictures of Hyde. Pictures that grew more disturbing. Twisted shadows reaching up from dark corners, lightning striking birds, gravestones. The worry of her mental stability grew more with passing years, as she pulled out of social events and contact entirley. Amera had no friends. None but Hyde, at least. As her mind seemed to revolve around him constantly, her parents went to extreme measure to push this imaginary friend who threatened their daughter's sanity away. They bought her toys, art supplies, jewlery, technology, anything they could get their hands on. But nothing pulled Amera from Hyde. She either ignored the presents, or shared them with him.
Her parents grew more desperate as the days went on, they were teetering on the edge of bankrupcy. But they couldn't give up. Not yet. Things were growing worse then ever. At night they heard their daughter giggling in her room while the lights were out. And her voice would come afterwards, sounding tired and flirty. It was all spiraling out of control now; their daughter seemed to have an intimate relationship with her own imginary friend!
It was the final straw for Mr. and Mrs. Tearisi. Pulling what few strings they could, and offering up what little money they had, they found a solution for their daughter's closeness to her imaginary friend. A boyfriend.
They had truly hit the mark this time. He was charming, well polished and refined in the arts, a perfect man for Amera. And truth be told, he was quite a bit handsome. Not that it would matter to a blind girl. His voice alone could have won her over, they were sure of that. And so it began, their attempt at steering Amera from her imaginary friend.
And it was hard. She completley refused to acknowledge the boy's entire presence at first, only speaking cruely to him if at all. Many a time, her parents were sure the boy would give up entirley. And then it happened..ever so slowly Amera opened up to him. And the more she opened up to him, the less she spoke about Hyde. Now, exactly what had happened to the two teens that had made them so close all of a sudden, Mr. and Mrs. Tearisi never did quite figure out. Nor did they really care too much. Finally, their daughter seemed normal. Warm and kind the way she was supposed to be. She had at last regained her social openess and awareness towards others. And most of all, finally she had gotten rid of that awful imaginary friend. Hyde Ripper.
The gentle creaking of a rocking chairagainst a wooden floor could be heard clearly in the silence of the old home. A gentle tune accompinied the sound of the creaking rocking chair, the woman who hummed smiling down at her young baby. The smile was warm and motherly, as one would expect from such a warm and elegant lady. But if anyone could have seen her eyes beneath those grey locks, they would have seent eh hurt and sadness hidden in them. And there was a good reason for this sadness. In her heart she felt remorse for this poor child. This child who would never know where she really came from. A child would have to live life under the rule of a father who was not her own. There in came the other issue that tested the woman's heart and mind. Her husband, was not her daughter's father. No no, she hadn't cheated on the mans he loved. Far from it. But it was a subject she did not wish to dwell upon. Not in the least bit.
A sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand across the babe's pale cheek. Her long fingers slowly brushed along the child's face, reaching out and twirling a tiny strand of her daughter's hair around her finger. The tiny girl's hair was an odd color, seeming to be a shade of pink. Gazing upon it only made the woman's smile twist into a grin as she lifted the baby up above her head. The baby stirred, opening purple eyes that gazed into her mother's own pupiless red-brown eyes. "Ah, my sweet sweet Timmery." The woman's voice was gentle, caressing and young. The sound of Amera's voice made the child smile and giggle softly.
"What a beautiful baby," A voice mocked from the shadows. The words were followed by a snicker, a malicious sound accompinied by glowing eyes of gold.
Amera felt her body freeze up at the mocking tone of the voice that came from behind, her eyes still locked onto those of her baby's. The child glanced down at her mother, young eyes confused at the sudden look of horror on her face. Those tiny eyes pulled away from the pupiless ones that stared up at her, disregarding the pleading in her mother's eyes. Little Timmery's purple eyes scanned the room, merging with the eyes of golden fire that met her own eyes flooded with innocence. But the eyes, oh those eyes that looked into hers were not the eyes of an innocent being like her. Oh no, they were the eyes of a sinner. A killer. A monster.
The babe began to cry, loud and earpiercing shrieks of terror that were almost unearthly escaping her tiny body. Pulling her child close, Amera began to silence the baby. "Hush, hush my darling. Please, do not cry."
"Yes yes, do not cry. Daddy's here now," the being's voice was closer, much too close for comfort. The obviously male creature was right behind Amera, reaching a long clawed hand over her shoulder to stroke the crying child's cheek. Jumping away, Amera spun towards the shadowed being, her whole being shaking with terror. "Who are you?!" Her shaking voice was laced with anger and determination. There was no way in heaven or hell she'd allow this supernatural, and she did know for a fact and with certainty this was no mortal creature, to come anywhere near her child. Even if he claimed to be who he was. Timmery's true father...
Her brisk thoughts came to a standstill as a light rapping sounded at the door, followed by a man entering the room. His brown hair was disheveled, and his suit wrinkled. It would have seemed that he had fallen asleep at his working desk. Running his hand thru his hair, the man opened his mouth to speak. "Amera, my dear why is-"
A scream escaped Amera as she watched her husband be catapulted against the wall by the shadowed being. And her scream only made baby Timmery cry more. The fiend's veil of shadow never melted as long clawed hands wrapped around the other man's throat, constricting his windpipe and crushing it all at the same time while he was pinned up against the wall, feet left to dangle a few good feet from the floor. As this was going on, the door slammed closed adn locked itself up tightly, to be sure no one would leave the room.
"You stole her from me," The entity hissed, golden eyes narrowing at the mortal man, who's obvious terror only made a slim, fanged grin slither it's way across the being's face. "You stole her, and now I'm taking her and my daughter back."
"Y-....Y..." The mortal's eyes widened in immense horror, unable to choke out his words. His eyes scanned the room, looking pleadingly to his wife. Amera was now down on her knees, sobbing as her baby lay beside her, bawling her own eyes out in a rather earshattering protest to the events. Amera gazed up at her husband, two terrified and tear-filled pairs of eyes meeting each other in a mannner of disbelief.
"That's right," the being hissed again, voice dripping with mockery and laughter. "That darling little child who's lying beside your wife, crying her eyes out, isn't yours."
"Stop it!" Amera cried out, seemingly in pain. With a body that refused the movements she was making, she stood up regardless of her shuddering legs and their screaming protests. Staggering foreward only a few steps her legs made the decision to give out from beneath her and she fell by the creature's feet, curling into the fetal position as sobs shook her body.
The grin on the monster's face only widened. Everything was going according to plan. Now, to finish up here. In a carless manner he tossed the man to one side, spinning on his heel to go after the nearly lifeless body as it hit the far wall adn slammed to the floor. But something prevented him from doing so. Amera, clung to his leg, did not allow him to move. With a disgusted scoff he simplpy kicked her off, treding over to the mortal who shrunk away in fear.
The end of his life must have come swiftly, but still it left no rest in Amera's tortured mind. Her stomach churnec uncontrolably, making her feel s if she were about to retch at the images flodding into her mind. Terribly, morbid and gore filled scenes they were, adn the thought of them made her unable to bare looking up at her husband's body.
The supernatural being tred back across the floor, over to the screaming baby. Ever so elegantly he bent, picking up the child in his arms. "Hush now," he said, voice changing as his shadowed guise melted away. Gently he ran his finger tips across the baby's face, and she fell into a hushed sleep. With a light and wicked chuckle, he turned his abck on Amera as she weakly pushed herself up.
"No...please...no.." Her tears hit the floor to gather in a puddle with the rest she had shed. "Not my baby...plese...don't..."
"Don't worry, she'll just love her new home." The being seemed about to say more, but was unable to do so as the door was broken down. Police and neighbors alike flooded into the room, but most stopped upon sight of Amera's husband. There was an instant silence in the room, not even Amera made a sound. Not a sob, not a sound. Other than a slight, tiny whimper. She was gone. Her baby, and the man who had taken her.
"Amera..." A soft voice sounded and a shaking hand rested on her shoulder. Amera gazed up into the face of Jannette Carlson, her best friend and next-door neighbor. "What...what happened here? Where's Timmery?"
"He took her..." The words seemed dark and forbodding, unatural and cruel sounding. And just plain out of place coming from Amera Tearisi's mouth.
Janette felt herself recoil, hand lifting from Amera's shoulder. She didn't want to press on, could sense that nothign good would come from it. But at the same time, she needed to know. Besides, it would be better for her to ask than it would be for an officer to do so. "Who, Amera? Who took her?"
"The boogeyman..."
"I beg your pardon?" One of the officer's stepped foreward, raising an eyebrow. he couldn't have heard right. She'd spoken too softly...what he had thought she said...it couldn't be right.
"The boogeyman took her.." The words were whispered thru clenched teeth, fists balling agaisnt the rug as whispers fromt he small crowd faded in and out of her mind.
"Did she really say..."
"The boogeyman?"
"Impossible!"
"She's lost her mind!"
Amera sat up, tears streaming down reddened streaks as her rage filled eyes narrowed. "I haven't lost anything! He took her! The boogeyman, her stole my daughter! He stole her from me!"
Janette now found this a place to stop her friend as the gossip started up amongst the crowd. "Amera. Please, stop." Her eyes searched about as she saw an officer now speaking into his radio. "Amera, they'll think you're crazy."
Pulling away from her friend, Amera turned on her. Her voice was a mere vengeful hiss. "You know, you know I'm not crazy! Janette! You were there, there when I got pregnant with Timmery. You know it was him! He stole her, Janette! Don't you care?!"
Biting her lip, Janette looked to the floor. It was true, she knew. Knew Amera wasn't crazy. Knew what had really happened. Believed every word that came from her friend's lips. But...at the same time..didn't. It couldn't be. She had always held some doubt that the man who had appeared almost nine months ago to seize Amera wasn't really the booeyman. Though, there was no way of explaining what she saw that night. The moving shadows, ghosts, him shifting forms. She knew all too well there had been something inhuman working that night. Janette even had the scar to prove it.
Amera seemed to become hushed, long elegant fingers brushing across a scar that ran from Janette's right temple to her cheek. "Janey....please...you have...have to believe..."
"Ms. Carlson?" Janette looked up at the officer who had placed a hand on her shoulder. "We need to ask you a few questions...."
"Yes, of course," her answer came stiffly, just the same as she stood. She froze as Amera's hand clasped around her arm, in a desperate manner. "Please..you have to tell them.." Janette nodded almost robotically as two doctors clad in white entered and gently pried Amera from her arm. Their eyes met mommentarily, and Janette felt a churning wave of sickness wash over her. Afterall, the eyes which stared back at her did not belong to those of her dear friend. These eyes were desperate, angry; almost insanley so. It was all just so odd...how could she explain this to the officer? 'Yes, my best friend was raped by the boogeyman, and he came back and took her. You have to follow him into the depths of hell and get her back.' Her mind raced as she was led out of the house, and pulled over to one of the police cruisers. The house had already been taped off, and neighbors from all over clad in robes and hair curls and things of the sort stood in large clumps, leaning this way and that. Trying to get a glimpse of what lay inside the house. Whispers wove thru the crowd like dark shadows.
No one knew who said it first, but somehow word that Amera had thought the boogeyman had stolen her daughter had been leaked to the crowd. And now it was spreading thru them like wildfire.
Janette leaned against the cruiser, her face pale and her own body shaking with fear and rage as she hugged her coat tightly around her. Red-brown hair fell into her blue-green eyes, having become disheveled from it's usual place in a messy bun at the back of her head. The sound of gossip about her best friend caused her to bubble up with rage. Shoulder's raising, she looked up as a diffrent officer approached her.
"So, do you...know why she thinks that the..."boogeyman" kidnapped her daughter?" It was clear by the way he had asked, the discomfort in his voice, that this question was merely from his own curiousity. Not a question from his superiors, or one of normal police nature.
The dreaded question. What was she to do now? Tell him about everything that had happened last April? How this man had appeared from the shadows and unleashed a chorus of ghost and goblins on them? And even if she left that out, how was she supposed to tell them that Amera was raped, but never contacted the authorities? She knew it wouldn't do any good to report the boogeyman to mortal police? And there it was again! If she mention any of it, they'd send Amera to the mental hospital for sure. And maybe Janette, too.
"Well...a couple of months ago..." The perfect start. Now she just needed to dice up the story to make it make sense. "When we were down in the city, something...happened. Some guy broke in while we were there, and he...well...raped her. And...well..some pretty weird junk was going on at hte time. Lights flickering, things moving around. Amera just got so frightened...and hte way the guy spoke..things he said...she just...believed him when he said who he was. And that it wouldn't do good to contact authorities." Score. That summed up the situiation perfectly. She could tell by the look on his face that it satisfied his curiosity. Now all that was left were the easy questions...
"So...did this guy have a name."
She paused. "Yes. Yes, he did. Hyde. Hyde Ripper."
From not too far off in the darkness, glowing golden eyes stared out upon the scene. Eyes that were confused, and at the very least angry. "How could....someone...took her? Someone...pretending to be me?" Leaning back, messy purple hair fell into golden eyes that narrowed as the owner thought hard. How could this happen? Who'd take his daughter? And more so...who'd take his daughter pretending to be him? Someone who knew he would have been coming tonight anyways...and there were only a very few options.
"Never the matter," He muttered as he stood up, shadows from the street lights racing up to envelop his body as his form simply melted away. He'd only have to push a few buttons, snap a few necks and he'd find her. Oh yes, he would find her. No matter where. He would find her. His daughter. Timmery Ripper. The Boogeyman's Daughter.
But the red flag went up after Amera started school. She was withdrawing herself from the other kids, only talking when necessary. Elsewise she only spoke to Hyde. She didn't pay attention to her lesson, she drew pictures of Hyde. Pictures that grew more disturbing. Twisted shadows reaching up from dark corners, lightning striking birds, gravestones. The worry of her mental stability grew more with passing years, as she pulled out of social events and contact entirley. Amera had no friends. None but Hyde, at least. As her mind seemed to revolve around him constantly, her parents went to extreme measure to push this imaginary friend who threatened their daughter's sanity away. They bought her toys, art supplies, jewlery, technology, anything they could get their hands on. But nothing pulled Amera from Hyde. She either ignored the presents, or shared them with him.
Her parents grew more desperate as the days went on, they were teetering on the edge of bankrupcy. But they couldn't give up. Not yet. Things were growing worse then ever. At night they heard their daughter giggling in her room while the lights were out. And her voice would come afterwards, sounding tired and flirty. It was all spiraling out of control now; their daughter seemed to have an intimate relationship with her own imginary friend!
It was the final straw for Mr. and Mrs. Tearisi. Pulling what few strings they could, and offering up what little money they had, they found a solution for their daughter's closeness to her imaginary friend. A boyfriend.
They had truly hit the mark this time. He was charming, well polished and refined in the arts, a perfect man for Amera. And truth be told, he was quite a bit handsome. Not that it would matter to a blind girl. His voice alone could have won her over, they were sure of that. And so it began, their attempt at steering Amera from her imaginary friend.
And it was hard. She completley refused to acknowledge the boy's entire presence at first, only speaking cruely to him if at all. Many a time, her parents were sure the boy would give up entirley. And then it happened..ever so slowly Amera opened up to him. And the more she opened up to him, the less she spoke about Hyde. Now, exactly what had happened to the two teens that had made them so close all of a sudden, Mr. and Mrs. Tearisi never did quite figure out. Nor did they really care too much. Finally, their daughter seemed normal. Warm and kind the way she was supposed to be. She had at last regained her social openess and awareness towards others. And most of all, finally she had gotten rid of that awful imaginary friend. Hyde Ripper.
The gentle creaking of a rocking chairagainst a wooden floor could be heard clearly in the silence of the old home. A gentle tune accompinied the sound of the creaking rocking chair, the woman who hummed smiling down at her young baby. The smile was warm and motherly, as one would expect from such a warm and elegant lady. But if anyone could have seen her eyes beneath those grey locks, they would have seent eh hurt and sadness hidden in them. And there was a good reason for this sadness. In her heart she felt remorse for this poor child. This child who would never know where she really came from. A child would have to live life under the rule of a father who was not her own. There in came the other issue that tested the woman's heart and mind. Her husband, was not her daughter's father. No no, she hadn't cheated on the mans he loved. Far from it. But it was a subject she did not wish to dwell upon. Not in the least bit.
A sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand across the babe's pale cheek. Her long fingers slowly brushed along the child's face, reaching out and twirling a tiny strand of her daughter's hair around her finger. The tiny girl's hair was an odd color, seeming to be a shade of pink. Gazing upon it only made the woman's smile twist into a grin as she lifted the baby up above her head. The baby stirred, opening purple eyes that gazed into her mother's own pupiless red-brown eyes. "Ah, my sweet sweet Timmery." The woman's voice was gentle, caressing and young. The sound of Amera's voice made the child smile and giggle softly.
"What a beautiful baby," A voice mocked from the shadows. The words were followed by a snicker, a malicious sound accompinied by glowing eyes of gold.
Amera felt her body freeze up at the mocking tone of the voice that came from behind, her eyes still locked onto those of her baby's. The child glanced down at her mother, young eyes confused at the sudden look of horror on her face. Those tiny eyes pulled away from the pupiless ones that stared up at her, disregarding the pleading in her mother's eyes. Little Timmery's purple eyes scanned the room, merging with the eyes of golden fire that met her own eyes flooded with innocence. But the eyes, oh those eyes that looked into hers were not the eyes of an innocent being like her. Oh no, they were the eyes of a sinner. A killer. A monster.
The babe began to cry, loud and earpiercing shrieks of terror that were almost unearthly escaping her tiny body. Pulling her child close, Amera began to silence the baby. "Hush, hush my darling. Please, do not cry."
"Yes yes, do not cry. Daddy's here now," the being's voice was closer, much too close for comfort. The obviously male creature was right behind Amera, reaching a long clawed hand over her shoulder to stroke the crying child's cheek. Jumping away, Amera spun towards the shadowed being, her whole being shaking with terror. "Who are you?!" Her shaking voice was laced with anger and determination. There was no way in heaven or hell she'd allow this supernatural, and she did know for a fact and with certainty this was no mortal creature, to come anywhere near her child. Even if he claimed to be who he was. Timmery's true father...
Her brisk thoughts came to a standstill as a light rapping sounded at the door, followed by a man entering the room. His brown hair was disheveled, and his suit wrinkled. It would have seemed that he had fallen asleep at his working desk. Running his hand thru his hair, the man opened his mouth to speak. "Amera, my dear why is-"
A scream escaped Amera as she watched her husband be catapulted against the wall by the shadowed being. And her scream only made baby Timmery cry more. The fiend's veil of shadow never melted as long clawed hands wrapped around the other man's throat, constricting his windpipe and crushing it all at the same time while he was pinned up against the wall, feet left to dangle a few good feet from the floor. As this was going on, the door slammed closed adn locked itself up tightly, to be sure no one would leave the room.
"You stole her from me," The entity hissed, golden eyes narrowing at the mortal man, who's obvious terror only made a slim, fanged grin slither it's way across the being's face. "You stole her, and now I'm taking her and my daughter back."
"Y-....Y..." The mortal's eyes widened in immense horror, unable to choke out his words. His eyes scanned the room, looking pleadingly to his wife. Amera was now down on her knees, sobbing as her baby lay beside her, bawling her own eyes out in a rather earshattering protest to the events. Amera gazed up at her husband, two terrified and tear-filled pairs of eyes meeting each other in a mannner of disbelief.
"That's right," the being hissed again, voice dripping with mockery and laughter. "That darling little child who's lying beside your wife, crying her eyes out, isn't yours."
"Stop it!" Amera cried out, seemingly in pain. With a body that refused the movements she was making, she stood up regardless of her shuddering legs and their screaming protests. Staggering foreward only a few steps her legs made the decision to give out from beneath her and she fell by the creature's feet, curling into the fetal position as sobs shook her body.
The grin on the monster's face only widened. Everything was going according to plan. Now, to finish up here. In a carless manner he tossed the man to one side, spinning on his heel to go after the nearly lifeless body as it hit the far wall adn slammed to the floor. But something prevented him from doing so. Amera, clung to his leg, did not allow him to move. With a disgusted scoff he simplpy kicked her off, treding over to the mortal who shrunk away in fear.
The end of his life must have come swiftly, but still it left no rest in Amera's tortured mind. Her stomach churnec uncontrolably, making her feel s if she were about to retch at the images flodding into her mind. Terribly, morbid and gore filled scenes they were, adn the thought of them made her unable to bare looking up at her husband's body.
The supernatural being tred back across the floor, over to the screaming baby. Ever so elegantly he bent, picking up the child in his arms. "Hush now," he said, voice changing as his shadowed guise melted away. Gently he ran his finger tips across the baby's face, and she fell into a hushed sleep. With a light and wicked chuckle, he turned his abck on Amera as she weakly pushed herself up.
"No...please...no.." Her tears hit the floor to gather in a puddle with the rest she had shed. "Not my baby...plese...don't..."
"Don't worry, she'll just love her new home." The being seemed about to say more, but was unable to do so as the door was broken down. Police and neighbors alike flooded into the room, but most stopped upon sight of Amera's husband. There was an instant silence in the room, not even Amera made a sound. Not a sob, not a sound. Other than a slight, tiny whimper. She was gone. Her baby, and the man who had taken her.
"Amera..." A soft voice sounded and a shaking hand rested on her shoulder. Amera gazed up into the face of Jannette Carlson, her best friend and next-door neighbor. "What...what happened here? Where's Timmery?"
"He took her..." The words seemed dark and forbodding, unatural and cruel sounding. And just plain out of place coming from Amera Tearisi's mouth.
Janette felt herself recoil, hand lifting from Amera's shoulder. She didn't want to press on, could sense that nothign good would come from it. But at the same time, she needed to know. Besides, it would be better for her to ask than it would be for an officer to do so. "Who, Amera? Who took her?"
"The boogeyman..."
"I beg your pardon?" One of the officer's stepped foreward, raising an eyebrow. he couldn't have heard right. She'd spoken too softly...what he had thought she said...it couldn't be right.
"The boogeyman took her.." The words were whispered thru clenched teeth, fists balling agaisnt the rug as whispers fromt he small crowd faded in and out of her mind.
"Did she really say..."
"The boogeyman?"
"Impossible!"
"She's lost her mind!"
Amera sat up, tears streaming down reddened streaks as her rage filled eyes narrowed. "I haven't lost anything! He took her! The boogeyman, her stole my daughter! He stole her from me!"
Janette now found this a place to stop her friend as the gossip started up amongst the crowd. "Amera. Please, stop." Her eyes searched about as she saw an officer now speaking into his radio. "Amera, they'll think you're crazy."
Pulling away from her friend, Amera turned on her. Her voice was a mere vengeful hiss. "You know, you know I'm not crazy! Janette! You were there, there when I got pregnant with Timmery. You know it was him! He stole her, Janette! Don't you care?!"
Biting her lip, Janette looked to the floor. It was true, she knew. Knew Amera wasn't crazy. Knew what had really happened. Believed every word that came from her friend's lips. But...at the same time..didn't. It couldn't be. She had always held some doubt that the man who had appeared almost nine months ago to seize Amera wasn't really the booeyman. Though, there was no way of explaining what she saw that night. The moving shadows, ghosts, him shifting forms. She knew all too well there had been something inhuman working that night. Janette even had the scar to prove it.
Amera seemed to become hushed, long elegant fingers brushing across a scar that ran from Janette's right temple to her cheek. "Janey....please...you have...have to believe..."
"Ms. Carlson?" Janette looked up at the officer who had placed a hand on her shoulder. "We need to ask you a few questions...."
"Yes, of course," her answer came stiffly, just the same as she stood. She froze as Amera's hand clasped around her arm, in a desperate manner. "Please..you have to tell them.." Janette nodded almost robotically as two doctors clad in white entered and gently pried Amera from her arm. Their eyes met mommentarily, and Janette felt a churning wave of sickness wash over her. Afterall, the eyes which stared back at her did not belong to those of her dear friend. These eyes were desperate, angry; almost insanley so. It was all just so odd...how could she explain this to the officer? 'Yes, my best friend was raped by the boogeyman, and he came back and took her. You have to follow him into the depths of hell and get her back.' Her mind raced as she was led out of the house, and pulled over to one of the police cruisers. The house had already been taped off, and neighbors from all over clad in robes and hair curls and things of the sort stood in large clumps, leaning this way and that. Trying to get a glimpse of what lay inside the house. Whispers wove thru the crowd like dark shadows.
No one knew who said it first, but somehow word that Amera had thought the boogeyman had stolen her daughter had been leaked to the crowd. And now it was spreading thru them like wildfire.
Janette leaned against the cruiser, her face pale and her own body shaking with fear and rage as she hugged her coat tightly around her. Red-brown hair fell into her blue-green eyes, having become disheveled from it's usual place in a messy bun at the back of her head. The sound of gossip about her best friend caused her to bubble up with rage. Shoulder's raising, she looked up as a diffrent officer approached her.
"So, do you...know why she thinks that the..."boogeyman" kidnapped her daughter?" It was clear by the way he had asked, the discomfort in his voice, that this question was merely from his own curiousity. Not a question from his superiors, or one of normal police nature.
The dreaded question. What was she to do now? Tell him about everything that had happened last April? How this man had appeared from the shadows and unleashed a chorus of ghost and goblins on them? And even if she left that out, how was she supposed to tell them that Amera was raped, but never contacted the authorities? She knew it wouldn't do any good to report the boogeyman to mortal police? And there it was again! If she mention any of it, they'd send Amera to the mental hospital for sure. And maybe Janette, too.
"Well...a couple of months ago..." The perfect start. Now she just needed to dice up the story to make it make sense. "When we were down in the city, something...happened. Some guy broke in while we were there, and he...well...raped her. And...well..some pretty weird junk was going on at hte time. Lights flickering, things moving around. Amera just got so frightened...and hte way the guy spoke..things he said...she just...believed him when he said who he was. And that it wouldn't do good to contact authorities." Score. That summed up the situiation perfectly. She could tell by the look on his face that it satisfied his curiosity. Now all that was left were the easy questions...
"So...did this guy have a name."
She paused. "Yes. Yes, he did. Hyde. Hyde Ripper."
From not too far off in the darkness, glowing golden eyes stared out upon the scene. Eyes that were confused, and at the very least angry. "How could....someone...took her? Someone...pretending to be me?" Leaning back, messy purple hair fell into golden eyes that narrowed as the owner thought hard. How could this happen? Who'd take his daughter? And more so...who'd take his daughter pretending to be him? Someone who knew he would have been coming tonight anyways...and there were only a very few options.
"Never the matter," He muttered as he stood up, shadows from the street lights racing up to envelop his body as his form simply melted away. He'd only have to push a few buttons, snap a few necks and he'd find her. Oh yes, he would find her. No matter where. He would find her. His daughter. Timmery Ripper. The Boogeyman's Daughter.