1313 Cemetery Way 20 The Doll House Downfall?
1313 Cemetery Way 20
The Doll House…
Downfall?
The walls
continued to crumble. John's idea had
broken down the dimensional barriers.
The whole place was crumbling now.
The six of them approached the door cautiously. The whole house had been one death trap after
another. They all stared wondering what
danger awaited them on the other side of the door. John decided to be the one to open it; his
heart was racing as sweat began to bead and drip from his brow. Even with his ability he knew his timing had
to be perfect. Before his hand grasped
the handle Claire stopped him “let me my love” he stopped and looked at
her. “Remember John I am immortal your
new power makes you extraordinary but you are not invincible.” Before he could argue she had placed both
hands on his chest as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips the door burst open
all of them jumped back ready for a fight.
None of them were ready for what came next. “Claire Graveless and John Ravenwood help me!”
The voice cried through the door
like the wail of a long forgotten banshee.
Only it was a man. As the door
swung open a man stood before them or what was left of a man. Most of him was made up of the same material
as the manikin like dolls that had attacked them. “Please end my sad existence I can bare it no
more, my life is not my own.” Claire
looked at his face, one of the few original parts left. “I know you or I think I do? You were one of four brothers but you were
all heroes..” The man doll stood looking
as if he would cry but the tears could not flow from his artificial façade. “You do remember me, the oldest of us died
from a disease or we thought it was a disease he had been the strongest and
most heroic but to die like that. It
left us vulnerable. We were no longer
untouchable that is when we met him. He
called himself the Doll Maker. He
himself was mostly a doll and always carried a crystal ball similar to the one
we once witnessed you use. John’s
incarnation of our time had just died weeks before our brother, John had saved
all of our lives. It was not until after
he had transformed us that I learned the truth.
The Doll Maker was the one who killed John and my oldest brother all to
get his hands on the rest of us. Our
immortality is a false one we need to capture souls to sustain ourselves. It was not like this before but once magic as
a power source began to fade away so did our lives.”
“Claire looked around “for this
place to work you must have a fragment of Excalibur.” The Doll man spoke up quickly we have more
than a fragment we have the hilt and four slivers of the blade. They are inside us. The Doll maker used us to gather them after
he convinced us to take on the immortal doll bodies. The only original parts are our faces, hearts
and brains. The doll bodies act as an armor
that no blade can cut, no blade but one made for Death to wield. John I am asking you to end us we have killed
so many our crimes are so great in number.
It is time for judgement to come.
The two of you the scythe and that man’s spirit cat will bring Death
himself here.” Everyone was confused by
his statement.
Suddenly a raspy harmonic voice
shook the air “my father is busy with other things but I have come in his
place.” The air went cold and the walls
crumble to the echo of her voice. Gustav
shook with fear. Calyst and Raven were
surprised they had never seen him tremble like that. Just who was she they wondered. Before all of them stood a tall and slender
woman with elongated features, there was something haunting, scary yet
beautiful about her. Claire broke the
silence “nice to see you Kate how have you been?” The slender creature turned to Claire with
what looked like a smile but just looked at her silently. She knew what the Dark version of John had
done and knew she was not allowed to tell Claire or the other John. Her voice boomed again “Draw your sword
fallen hero you must make your demise look convincing, look as if you fought
for your life against them, your brothers and the Doll Maker are coming and
they don’t share your remorse.” As the
grinding resonance of her voice faded the three arrived just in time to see him
draw his sword and charge John. The
sword just bounced off of John’s shield soon his brothers had joined the
battle. Jack came falling into the fray
from above trying to smash one of them with the force of his wind and
claws. All he managed was to knock them
to the ground and tear their cloaks revealing the extent of their doll
bodies. “Dirty beast” one of the
brothers screamed. Jack soon turned to
attacking their swords which shattered like glass against his claws. The three brothers stood in shock before John
and Jack who then screamed to Raven “My love pin them in place, forget that
woman she is not here for us. Since the
fight had started Raven and Calyst were covering the being Claire had called
Kate. Gustav was frozen in fear locked
in her gaze.
Calyst joined her sister, “John we
need to move” Jack yelled. The two of
them jumped away as the sisters began their rite. “Beauty like the clearest crystal, frozen,
timeless, locked in place. Demon Bind!” This was not ice that crawled up their bodies,
the brothers could struggle but it was too late. Their bodies were incased in Quartz crystal. But where was the Doll maker and where had Claire
gone. The slender shade of a woman was
missing too!
Down a twisted hallway Claire and
Kate had cornered the Doll maker. Claire
had already broken his crystal ball “You vile insignificant cockroach” Claire
yelled “you are not even fit to be compared to them in fact that is an insult
to the little bugs. Your Doll body may
protect you from normal attacks and rites but as you saw there are some you can’t
guard against.” The Doll Maker looked at
Claire “you can’t be real true immortals don’t exist I saw you die with that
man.” The air trembled as Kate spoke “you
silly little fool this woman defied Death and stole from him so he punished her
by removing himself from her forever trapping her in her own flesh.”
“I am Claire Graveless, Graveless
because I can never die. I remember the
day we saved the brothers from a Death trap.
John lost his life that version of it at least, I was fatally injured
but due to what I am I recovered before the brothers found us. The youngest of them knew about us and had
been helping us. He is even helping us
now!” Claire smirked and then laughed.
The Doll Maker was confused “What
did you mean that version of it?” Claire
smiled as Kate answered, her voice further crumbling what was left of the
walls. “John also defied Death my father
and set in motion a set of endless incarnations so Claire would never be
alone. Their love is as timeless as I
am. Claire use their hearts to make the
fragments you need, I will see they get to the Necropolis. The Dark version of John is cunning he has
set in motion a set of events forcing me and my father to help you all succeed.”
The Doll Maker was huddled in a
corner whimpering. “Stay away from me,
you can’t exist I refuse to believe it.”
Kate reached for him touching his breast plate as it crumbled away Clair
saw the hilt and a shard of the sword.
The circuitry looked familiar Jack the Ripper had used Excalibur in a
similar way. The sword was being used as
a medium to absorb the energy from souls.
The building trapped them and then the hilt and four other shards
transmitted them to the hearts and minds of the four. His heart was no longer flesh it had long
sense dried up and turned to a crystalline substance. Claire viciously ripped it out of him before
he could scream. It all fell silent, as
Kate trapped his soul. The two of them
returned to the others. Where Kate spoke
to John “Use the scythe to cleave them Collect what is left of their hearts and
hand them to me John.” Her voice was
surprisingly gentle this time.
Within seconds John had cut the
brothers to pieces. His ferocity
surprised Claire; this version of him was radically different from the previous
versions. But after all, this version
had been divided amongst three lives.
John quietly handed the Hearts over to Kate. “You are doing well this time three villains
and one hero. So far you have five heroes and four villains. The Dark John had collected about six villains
and zero heroes. He is trying to find
another way as well. I will see you all
soon!” With that she was gone. Claire had been busy collecting the shards of
Excalibur. “We have another mission you
guys we need to find all of the pieces of Excalibur they have proven to be too
dangerous to leave alone.”
Before she finished her sentence
the light had surrounded them as they vanished so too did the Doll House,
crumbling away into nothingness. With a
crash and a noise like thunder they were in the next world and could hear
voices closing on them. “Kurt you ready?”
Locked and loaded Wendy.” “Aura be a dear and kick open the Door.” A woman with eyes like that of the setting
sun drew a revolver and kicked the door as it buckled John threw up his shield
ready to protect everyone…
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