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The sound of its voice quickly pulled her out of the trance, her fighting instincts quickly surfacing. Strings tried to push away but as soon as she realized she couldn't, she slid out the knife hidden under her sleeve, repeatedly sinking the knife to the "little boy"'s body as she attempted to slip from its grasp. The pull on her hair was painful but the alarm from hearing the sound of its voice and the sight of sinister face she'd caught at the corner of her eyes was enough to mute out the screams of her own nerves.

Only when she was able to break free did she roll away, making distance to gaze at the boy. Gone was its childish face, replaced with a manic smile, and eyes so dark she could barely see anything. A maddened cackle blubbled up from her, gazing back into an almost familiar smile that could split a face. She loved that face, she wouldn't lie there was no way in hell would she let it kill her. "Another island freak. Lucky me," she scoffed, calming for a moment to turn her face skyward. "The irony is killing me right now," she screamed to the sky.

She turned her face back to the creature, a lopsided smile left on her face as she pulled herself to her feet. "What are you supposed to be, little freak? You're awfully far from the Forbidden Forest."

Strings could only watch the black mist leaking from the cuts left by her knife, closing on its own as the creature stepped closer to her. More than fear or curiosity, it was anger that was biolding in her. What kind of freak was this island throwing at her?! What did she even do to deserve these things when all she wanted was to fill up the void she felt? Was it so wrong of her to want that?

The creature came closer disappearing from her sight, reappearing behind her. The appearance of the woman halted her, almost freezing in her spot, eyes wide, as the creature reached for her but the image of the beautiful woman vanished into smoke before she could gather herself. She didn't have much time to fully catch the sight of the small girl before the creature again vanished into the shadows.

Her breathing was quiet but they were deep, just by the way her shoulders rose and fell, so she could listen to the movements aorund her but only the sounds of the forest came to her, and the voice of the creature that was hounding her and another strange noise she couldn't quite put as.

Strings' eyes were narrowed as she scanned the darkness of the woods, searching for the creatures. She didn't seem fazed that it seemed to know more than she'd like. The smile on her lips was as good as gone, replaced by a frown as her stried to pinpoint the source of the accursed voice. "Now why would a thing like you care how I do things around here, huh?" she barked, "Playing with your food?"

Strings never really wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end when she harrased random hikers in the forest but somehow she was getting the answer without having asked the question in the first place. She was sure as hell it wasn't fear that was making her frantic; head turning round and about trying to find the creature only for her vision to be obstructed by the thickening mist in the surrounding. Her breathing had become shallow seeing the leaves die before her--at the back of her mind she wondered if this were to be her end?

The spikes of ice showered down from above her, just narrowly missing her enough not to be stabbed by them but just when she though she was fine, the frozen spears had turned into tentrils of dark matter, whipping about and reaching for her. "Motherfuck-" She'd mouthed a curse under her breath but not having the time to even finish it as she tried to escape the grasp of the dark tentacles. It didn't do her too well; everytime she broke free from one, another came to capture her. She looked up to see the woman taking form before her. Her beauty was mesmerizing to her, but the sweet smile, matched with those empty eye sockes only raised more red flags in her head.

"You know, I've been there; I don't really like you random peddlers," she spat, somehow managing to keep her voice steady despite her raspy breathing. "Now if you'll excuse me," she gripped her knife, swinging it down the tentacles that had a hold of her, "I'd like to not be some petty meal!" Strings wouldn't do as told--not that she ever did do anything that she was told. She kept her struggle, still eager to break free from this monstrosity that she had somehow attracted on her return for her hiding place. As soon as she broke free, she was going to run back into the city and blend into the crowd.

The more Strings struggled, the more she realized she wasn't getting out that way. More tentacles tried to grab ahold of her, swatting her knife out of her grasp before she was completely immobilized. and brought to her knees. Her eyes moved about restlessly before settling once more on the figure, its features a little more filled up than before as it drew closer to her. For a moment, she seemed hypnotized by the woman as it held her by the chin to her her gaze on her, dark matter dancing on her skin, lulling her sense and reason into nothing but a haze at the back of her mind.

Is there something you want in life? Is there nothing in the world that you could ask for? it spoke. There was... a lot, really. A number of things. She wanted her old life back, she wanted her powers back, she wanted to hear the bloodcurdling screams that dulled the static that flooded her mind every moment. It can give it you. It can grant your heart's desire. It tempted her, seduced her thoughts before a flicker of recognition flashed in her eyes, wrenching her face away from the hand that held her.

Strings started to struggle again, pointedly averting her gaze from the figure. "I said... I don't want it!" she forced herself to say, insistently reminding her how she'd already made a mistake, believing in powers she couldn't dare understand. She paid that price and she wasn't going to repeat it. "Take whatever your offering and fuck off!"

Strings wouldn't pay attention to the chill that seemed to run up her spine as the creature moved closer. Her gaze was fixed on it, trying not to mind every twitch and prick of the tendrils that help her in place while she still fought to break their hold on her.

She met the creature's eyes with a steady, unfeeling gaze, refusing to let it taunt her despite herself. Her struggle died donw, though only slightly as she kept her cold stare fixated o the creature before her. She was in no place to fight it, but she would never allow anything to see past her all to simply. It spoke again, although a whisper -- to this Strings made no reply but the dark look on her face.

Her breath hitched when it closed the distance between them. Her jaw clenched at the contact but she wasn't one to break; she wasn't one to let people have their way with her. She wouldn't let anyone dictate her.

"That day," Strings began to speak, her voice and body rigid, "Would be a day after I die. Don't expect it to go your way--don't ever think you can sway me."