Bwayphantomlove16

“Raelyn….Raelyn…..Raelyn….” “Who are you?” “The name is Home.” “Home? I don’t understand.” “You will….It’s nice to finally meet you Raelyn.” Opening her eyes Raelyn found herself in a open field of tall grass and flowers. The sky above was dark and cloudy. About to rain as the wind gentle blew in the breeze. Yet the sun was shining still clear as day. There standing before her was a tall figure. Slender with hair down at his lower waist and silky. Every time he spoke his tongue slithered like a snake. That alone was, however, the best way to describe his physical form she was seeing. But this was only a dream. A vision, really. Why? That was unclear. Most spirits whom she met in this dream state, were not so…chatty. Something told her this was someone….different. The energy she felt was not one of those who had passed on. Rather the soul….the entity was still attached to it’s physical form. “How do you know me?” “I have sensed your presence for quite some time now. As I’m sure

I don’t remember how fast I was running. Or exactly what direction I took. Everything comes to a blur. I guess it’s because I was crying. Angry. Confused. Betrayed. I wanted all the emotions to stop and there wasn’t even a spirit in sight I could blame that on. It was all me. So when I saw the lake, I took the chance to jump. Allowing the cold water wash over me. The freezing temperatures didn’t help me physically except to numb the pain. While I did teeter on the line of letting the waters fill my lungs, I wasn’t going to let that bitch excuse of a mom ruin my life anymore that she already did. Breaking through to the surface and gasping for air, I swam towards the shoreline as quick as I could. I wanted to go back home. To forget. To deny. To Joke. To process and finally accept. Sounds like the five stages of grief out of order. Above all I wanted to apologize to my grandmother.She didn’t fully deserve my lashed out frustrations entirely. Especially after all she sacrificed to help

It had been one month since Raelyn saved Lupa-Jinx Darling’s life from being run over and hers changed for something more…stable. Working at the Rainbow Factory had the highest of demands here. Her employer even more so. The countless paperwork, the hours spent rushing around the facility to do miscellaneous tasks and the many, many cups of coffee she had to make. At an average job like this, she would’ve hated it. Pushed away her pride and kept going for any scraps of money. Here? She adored it all. Firstly the pay rate was good and offered great benefits. Sure the environment and the treatment was harsh, but not without reason. Otherwise it was just a ‘you need to have thick skin’ vibe. Secondly Raelyn was learning a lot about how the colors were extracted and produced. Even though she might not understand it all, for now, it fascinated her to even witness. Thirdly, this place was crawling with spirits. Some understandably angry for being Grinder fodder. Others were just content

“Are you certain you can handle a place like this?” “Yes. “I did see one of your co-workers push a man into the grinder and not once looked away nor fainted.” “Impressive as it may be, it takes more than being able to stomach gore around here. I need someone who can keep up with the demands of this facility and myself.” “Try me” “Just so we’re clear, once you agree, there is no. Going. Back.” “Crystal, sir.” “Sign this and you will officially be my assistant. Take the rest of the day to get situated. Tomorrow, we’ll see if your enthusiasm lasts.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sounds of the Overture from Phantom Of The Opera blasted in her earbuds. Walking down the street, Raelyn, breathed in and out with a frustrated sigh. Another paycheck, but another rejection. At least the trailer park didn’t ask for much rent since she was using her car and not an RV. Cashing her check in the bank before they closed, headed out to find some dinner. By now the ending of

“Please….no! NO! Stay Away From ME!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Oh my precious daughter, it’s okay. Your mother is here now. She won’t let you get away.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “It’s Mavis….she’s been kidnapped…by ‘The Forsaken’.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The evening of Mavis’ triumphant return to the stage had arrived. With everything that had happened, she was grateful for a chance to get back into performing. Every single day, rehearsed, trained with Wally and rested her voice as much as she could. A few nights prior too she was such a bundle of nerves, refused to speak let alone sing. “Mavis, we had Frank, Poppy and a doctor on a house call visit check on your throat and voice. They all gave the green light. It’s okay to hold a conversation with me.” Wally teased a bit as Mavis opened her mouth to reply. Paused then looked away, touching her neck. “What is it?” Obviously something deeper was going on. Leaning forward he grabbed a pen and paper handing them over. Instantly she accepted

The sunshine peaking through the windows were just enough for Mavis to stir in her sleep. With a groan, fluttered her eyes open. Upon seeing a familiar face, gasped and quietly covered her mouth as too not make any (more) noise. Looking around exactly where she sat, felt an unusually high flustering emotions. Wally was, seemingly, in a deep sleep. His facial expressions portrayed peace and by the way he had looked before, he needed this sleep. Considering his work life, it was long over due. In fact the last time she remembered seeing him like this was years ago. The tiniest flicker of that memory flashed before her, a tiny smile appearing upon her face. He still had a ‘goofy’ expression when he nodded off like this. As quietly as possible, slipped out of his embrace. Rearranging the blanket so he wouldn’t get cold. Pulling the thick dressing gown around her as tight as she could in a small bow. Glancing downwards to catch his face once again. Without thought, leaned down, placing a

There was few things in life that would cause fear to strike Wally’s core. He instilled fear the horror the bloodshed in everybody around him who dared to double cross. His knife was like an extension of his physical self. Quite frankly he never cared that much outside of the family he had created here, his team. The scent of his favorite food tempted and lured him out of his office where the source laid. However as he took one step in the kitchen entryway, regret immediately followed the confusion of her expression. No he wasn’t scared of the daggers of her glares aimed directly at him. It was the look of hurt betrayal beneath the surface. Nobody spoke a word nor moved form where they were. The clock from the grandfather clock in the hallway was the only sound in this moment. With every tick, the tension grew more and more. Then everything sped up at once as Mavis began to walk out of the room. Everyone watched feeling a bit uncomfortable from it all. Yet they were rather intrigued

The Darling family held power. Scattered amongst government officials, businesses, etc. They held influence and nobody could touch them without a trace or evidence. Not even a witness. Yes they truly could control everything if they wanted. However they were content to only protect their territory. Wally wasn’t that much different. Except he was better, clever and fierce. The Phantom Puppeteer title given not without merit. Like a ghost in the night, haunting, feared by those who dare oppose him. He pulled the strings and did it well. Now one would think getting a couple phalanges shot off your appendage was punishment enough. They would be truly mistaken. Torture? Perhaps. Interrogation is what he carefully called it. Down beneath the mansion in a sub-level basement, three victims hung by their wrists chained against the wall. He slowly stepped to the outer rim of the harsh lighting. Still hidden amongst the shadows. You could make out a figure, if you had good vision…or not

After such an abrupt morning, Mavis needed to rest and process. That entailed just laying in bed doing nothing but think. Plus having an hour long stress relief cry session into a pillow. Not caring if Julie, whom was stationed outside (though would talk to Wally later to see if it was really necessary), could over hear her. Then the rain and thunderstorms came and it matched her mood quite well. However wanting to do more productive things than sob, asked Julie for that tour of the entire place. A tour she was given. For a bodyguard, she was very enthusiastic. It did help make her feel normal. Having a friend around was nice or at least a friendly person to talk too. They soon came across, for Mavis at least, a new face. Sally Starlight was her name, though was also called ‘Explosivo’. For obvious reasons. In short she was the weapons expert. Who had plans down in the basement to attend too. Then Julie dropped another bombshell (Mavis wasn’t sure how many she could take in a day)

Mavis woke the next morning with a throbbing headache. Though the pain was much less than before. With a groan, listed her hand up towards her head. Only to feel a soft cloth beneath her fingertips. Lowering her arm in confusion, the aches from her entire body came rushing back. Noticing another bandage around her upper right arm. Slowly sitting up from where she lay, pushing away the unusually soft sheets. Blinked a few times to adjust from the bright morning light shining through a window. It was only then she really perceived her surroundings. Basically not in her resident bedroom. Turning her head, glanced around the fancy aesthetically decorated room. Eventually the memories of the night prior came flooding back. Burrowing her brows from the unpleasant images that flashed in her mind. Placing her hand upon her torso where she felt another bandage beneath her nightgown. Which she wasn’t wearing prior too passing out. A small gasp escaped her lips as she covered her mouth. Her