Reaper's Word

Clair had woken to Isaiah telling Alpha and Beta to leave the man who'd had the bomb. She inched her way to the door near her, not making any sudden movements. His back was to her and she used her mind. Taxing as it was to do. Seeing he was holding the door closed, and she very carefully put pressure on the handle with her mind watching him for any tell that he noticed. He was focused on the scene, not her. Intently focused and that was her luck.

She got out and moved quickly. Once she was far enough away she ran and ran fast. She went to a bathroom on the third floor to deal with her wounds. Her arm had bruising and teeth marks in it. Her right side was horribly sore and starting to bruise. She had a few cuts here and there. It was hard to breathe and she sat down on the toilet cleaning her wounds and soot from her. She still had some of the art supplies on her. The bag lopsided and had banged against her side as she ran.

Clair set her head back against the wall and passed out for a few minutes. She jerked awake looking around. Putting a hand to her chest she stood and realized that she didn't really hurt so much anymore. It was odd because just a couple minutes ago she'd been incredibly sore, and bleeding. She lifted her shirt to look at the wounds again.

She looked at her arm, the wound was almost gone. The bruising yellow looking days old. She could breathe easier too. She knew what this was from, she didn't know how but she knew.

"Thank you." She said feeling that she should never look a gift horse in the mouth, and touched the walls of the bathroom. This house was alive in ways that she couldn't understand but was glad it helped her at times. She jerked her hand back when she felt a kind of electric jolt go through her. She gave a startled laugh.

"That was unexpected." Perhaps a few weeks ago she'd have passed it off. Thought herself crazy for just believing the house was alive with magic and dark things. But not now, kind of hard when the evidence was right in your face. Clair went back out into the hall and went to the nearest vent. She wasn't far from her home now. She only moved a little ways and felt rather tired. She lay in the vent for a bit not moving looking at the room in her view.

There were several cabinets in the room and it had a kind of red and white appearance. She noted that at least four statue heads were in the room. She wondered what they were for. It looked odd to set up like that at one side of the room.

She was just about to start moving when she heard someone come into the room. She looked to see Isaiah was there. He moved to one of the cabinets she couldn't quite make out and got something from it. She watched him toss the small silver blades. He threw them hard and straight. Anger clear in every line of his body. She stared in awe when he hovered the one blade and it shot across the room. She'd love to have that kind of control, but more practice she guessed.

Then he'd moved saying, "I need this." He smashed the window in the room, then moved on. Clair had scooted out of the vent and followed. Curious as he went down the hall. Doors slamming open with untold force and cracking, anything with glass seemed to shatter. She saw him go into one room and then she heard what sounded like a thousand vases smashing on the floor.

the room. He was standing there looking out the door and she was worried

for the first person he

always charged it while she was down in the studio. Humming to the tune playing she fell asleep like that. It was nice to have the sound of music in her ears because it drowned out the

for the next few days. She wasn't going to go around the house with the scent of blood on her. She wasn't suicidal and she knew that the hell hounds had

supplies she had and over the next three days she stayed where she was eating and

home now. It was all a game. A game of how long could she live? She wondered if she could make it a year, that would be a feat. She had barely made it two months. It was really just a month and a half. She

anywhere. On day four she thought it okay to leave because she wasn't really bleeding anymore and she wanted to look at her drawings in proper light. She rolled them up and tied the plastic tube she had to a rope

reached back in and grabbed the tube. Closing the grate she

the drawings and stared at them. She'd drawn Isaiah with the glass floating around him eyes closed. Then she'd

darkness, hard to draw. What do you think?" She asked the house. Feeling like she had a companion. Maybe she was going crazy but at least she didn't

reached back into the canister and pulled out a third drawing. It was of the

you." She held it out to the room that was empty. Again

of putting some color into it. Do you think that would be

I'd pin it up but I'm not sure where it could go that it wouldn't be destroyed. There was no response. "Well, perhaps I'll find somewhere to leave it out and you can do with it as you wish." A warm feeling, she was getting

She said sadly. There was a very cold