Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Her eyes had closed, the conversation drowning out in this ridiculous place. Billy's hands on the clock continued to move at an unimaginable rate, but Mixie tried her best to drown everything out around her. Even the demon girl in front of her whose arms and hands flung up, head back with barring sharp teeth, as the thing danced. Inhaling, Mixie tried to start counting in her head. Ling was talking, speaking about something she may have heard a thousand times before from Ling's lips. Oh how she hated this cunt of a girl, but now her words were filling out, making a pleasing white noise. Mixie was trying her best to continue to breath, to calm herself like she had been taught so many times before. When she finally found herself mediating, ignoring the world around her, being still, everything was quiet. Except for the hammering of her heart in her chest. Her mind started forming images, memories of things Mixie had probably forgotten over the years. Mixie must have been five, way before she had ever started to question her parents relationship. She could remember the warm summer day, playing outside in the subdivision with her friends, her mother's friends watching over her with the other kids. Mixie could remember the feeling, the impulse, the knowing when the door had rung one hundred feet away. She had been at a birthday party for one of her mother's friends, her father being out of town. Her mother was inside the house, conversing with the other parents, but Mixie had felt it. The presence of someone near, that Mixie knew was coming for her, looking for her. Mixie had ran inside when she had felt the presence at the door. That was when she had seen the seen. Her mother was at the door, a woman with a few men stood in the door frame. Mixie could remember running over, the angered look on her mother's pale face. Her strawberry blond hair dancing in the wind, the ping blouse she wore with the white shorts. The closer the girl had gotten to the door, the more she had known her mother was upset. No one talks about it, but Mixie had been playing the scene in her head forever. She could remember every word, every sound, every sight. Mixie's mother had picked her up in her arms, in a defense mode. Her mother's grip kept Mixie inside the house, but her mother's body faced the woman and the few people outside the door that were looking in. This..had given Mixie a good look at them, and a good chance to hear them. She isn't yours Hilda. She belongs with us... Mixie could remember the male's voice, the dark hair, the olive colored skin, the gold eyes. It was the woman next to him that had drawn Mixie's intention long blackish brown hair, olive skin, golden hues, pretty face. Her father will come for her, so give her up now before things get ugly.. Mixie had never much cared to remember what her mother had said, but she could remember that woman. No doubt the man and woman were related somehow. It was the way the woman looked at her, the anger fading from her face, love flowing into it. She could remember how the woman shoved her foot inside, and her mother pushed the woman out. Hello little one..I'm your Aunt Yasmine... The woman had smiled, reaching to grab for Mixie and.. Mixie broke from her trance when the screams hit her ears. Of all the nightmares she had been given over the years, she at least had some good memories. At least this had been one of them. What the fuck is going on? Mixie was tensing, she felt like she was dying in a way, and the screaming wasn't help. Ling? Mixie had a hand on the cage, the other grabbing her turning stomach. I'm here...I don't know. Ling replied after a few seconds, Mixie could hear Ling standing. Mixie herself stood, grunting in pain as she walked slowly over to the door. There she aw the madness. Nurses, both male and female, ran down the hallway past them. Security officers, guns in hands moved down the hallway as well. Then..more screams came. Mixie stumbled backwards, further into her room. She could smell it..the blood, the carnage, the fear...something bad was happening. Tick..Tock.. Billy sounded in the background. Oh my god! Mixie! We are going to die in here! Ling was pounding at her door, grasping the handle and trying to open it as she screamed in fear. Mixie..was frozen in fear as she turned around to see the two demons. Billy had not moved at all, just the hands of his clock. The other demon in her room had pounced onto her bed, head back as she opened her mouth and laughed. Death comes for everyone! The girl stood up on Mixie's bed, rubbing her hands over her body as she danced madly. It was Ling's voice, Ling's cries that really brought Mixie to her knees. Her hands covered her lips as she listened to the gurgling pleas through the vents. Humans were running in the opposite direction, running away from the madness and then.. Mixie jumped, scampering back and pressing her back against the wall as her door was torn off it's hinges. Easily, a new form of man-beast stood in front of her and had taken her door off. Then..two other wolves attacked him and the beats fought back...Mixie was frightened. She must have been having another terrible nightmare. Please say I'm just dreaming..please say I'm just dreaming... She closed her eyes, hands on her head, rocking back and forth. Hahaha... The girl on her bed laughed madly, and moved in front of the doorway that the beast stood in. Mixie jumped and screamed when she heard the cracking of bones, and how easily the beast tore open the other two wolves. Tick..Tock..Tick! Billy had finally stopped, his madness on the last ticking noise. The hands of his clock stopped moving. Mixie raised her head, eyes twitching as she looked at Billy, and the demon girl blocking the wolf monster from entering her room. There was something else too..Mixie was frightened but, there was this understanding, this knowing that something else was here. Mixie! Mixie! The voice came around the hall, a woman's voice as a few wolves bounded the corner down the hallway. Four wolves had turned the corner before the woman, giant ones. There was another woman behind this one, stalking about behind her quickly. The two women stopped at the end of the hallway, looking down as the four beast protected their front. Four more came behind them, but they were men in biker clothing. Who the fuck are you? The older woman stepped froward, a grandmother. Her long blackish brown hair that was wavy. A single line of silver wrapped through the woman's bangs, and her arm was in front of the other woman next to her. Her olive colored skin tensed, her golden hues looking at the man in front of her. You are in our territory boy! You have no business being here! Mama, please! We have to get Mixie! The elder woman was in red jacked, black leather pants and boots, but the younger female that was clinging to her Mother's arm was in a black leather jacket, black tank top, ripped blue jeans, black steel toed boots. I can feel her fear! The woman pleaded, the same golden hues looking at the older woman. Her hair was long, the same blackish brown color, but straight and ended a little past her shoulders. You're right.. The grandmother of the pack was pissed, but it didn't matter. They had come here to get Mixie not form a blood bath. Step off out territory and get out of my way boy! The four wolves in front of the two women snarled their fangs. Let us shift! One of the male's behind them called. Yasmine! Another voice came down the hallway, turning the corner, another male. The straight haired woman turned to look at the male as he called her name. Who the fuck is he? The male pointed, he had the same olive skin, blackish brown hair, golden hues as the other two. No doubt the three of them were family. Yasmine stepped forward, pushing her mother backwards as she stepped between two of the wolves. They weren't native american at all. No, there was no doubt they were of Egyptian descent. Mixie! Yasmine cried. If you can hear me please just say something! I know you don't know what is going on, I know you may not remember my voice. Please! Just let us know you are okay.. Yasmine's hands were up, her jaw tightening as she looked at no doubt the Alpha that had come to claim something. There's another young wolf in that one. Mama pointed to the door that hadn't been opened to the giant wolf's other side. That has to be what you came for, isn't it? Mama please! Yasmine snapped. Her head jerked back forwards as she looked at Vince. Mixie! Yasmine cried again, heart hammering as she grunted, beginning to take off her jacket. I-I'm here... Mixie's voice hitched as she spoke, the two demons in her room going silent. This presence..she knew it. However the creature in front of her was making the girl frighten in the corner. Why the hell was anyone coming for her? Her parents hadn't wanted her...and now this madness. Oh thank God, my grand baby's okay... Mama put her hands to her mouth crying. Calm down boys. She raised her hands, as the five males behind Yasmine and Mama tensed. I don't know who you are, but I know you are the Alpha.. Right? Yasmine threw her jacket off, moving to undo the belt of her pants. I don't want to fight you, this doesn't need to happen. You want that girl in there? She's your family, right? Yasmine yanked off her belt, flinging it on the ground. At least Mixie had responded, but she wasn't sure how she was exactly going to explain any of this to her. All we want is Mixie..That door you are blocking with that demon in front of it? That's my niece! Yasmine's brows narrowed, the wolves snapped as she quickly took off her shirt before moving to undo her pants. She was ready for this, to fight if she needed too, but his wasn't what she wanted. Just let us have my grandbaby! Mama shouted, eyes glowing as she growled. What?.. Mixie's face twisted in confusion. She had only been mediating a bit ago, dreaming of something she tried not to remember. Her mother never liked talking about it, even sometimes when she had written. Her father had never so much as tried to write to her, but every time Mixie asked her mother who Yasmine was..her mother had always played it off like Mixie was crazy and getting worse. You can kill anyone else in here you want to cover your tracks. Hell, my pack will even help you. All you have to do is step away from the door so we can get her out of here. Yasmine was in her white and blue polka dot bra, her panties matched as she pulled off her shoes and pants. Yasmine.. Mama stepped forward but Yasmine held up a hand. Mama stopped moving as Yasmine looked at Vince, angry that he was on their territory, but he held something valuable. What do you say? We can forget your pack ever came onto our territory in the first place. Yamsine spoke carefully.