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Soulkeeper
Legacy Name: Soulkeeper
The
Steamwork AeanoidOwner: Burton
Age: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: January 12th, 2013
Adopted: 6 years, 3 months, 1 day ago
Adopted: March 8th, 2020
Statistics
- Level: 36
- Strength: 36
- Defense: 27
- Speed: 27
- Health: 26
- HP: 26/26
- Intelligence: 36
- Books Read: 36
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Scrap Collector
Jenn reaches in her pocket and pulls her phone out, eyeing the battery percentage: 13%. Her heart beating erratically, hands shaking and teeth chattering, she attempts to unlock her phone. It vibrates and the screen says, "keep your finger on the home key a little longer," so she tries again. "No match."
Seriously?
She wipes her phone off on her shirt and tries a third time. It unlocks. 12%
Jenn takes a deep breath and taps the messenger icon. She has just enough service to send a message, so she chooses the conversation with Bre.
"It's real, Bre. I saw it. It's following me, I can't escape it. If you don't see me at our safe spot tomorrow, it got me. I'm so sorry. I love you."
Jenn hits send, feeling a pang in her heart and a warm twinge of pain behind her eyes, as they well up with tears. She knows she has put the woman she loves in danger. She blinks the tears out of her eyes and they roll down her face in hot streams as she looks up at the moon just peeking out through the overcast sky.
"I know I brought this upon myself, but please. Help me protect her."
Feeling a vibration coming from her phone startles her and she looks down immediately, hoping that it was Bre. Her heart sinks when she sees it's just a notification that her battery has dropped down to 10% and shoves her phone back in her pocket.
Jenn looks up. The street looks alien; the fog, thick and dense, has blanketed the ground, reflecting the moonlight peeking out from behind the thick overcast coverage. The way the light dances across the fog unsettles Jenn, her heart rate still not steady, she feels a sinking in her gut. "Almost there," she gets her sights on the corner just ahead. Her phone vibrates, and she checks again. It's Skye.
"Hey girl! Just wanted to check in on you. Haven't heard from you in a while. Bre just left to get her things. She left her phone at home and asked me to let you know. How about you come over tonight? Movies and tacos!"
Jenn smiled, "sounds great! But I'll have to get a raincheck. I don't feel so hot tonight."
She hits send and begins walking again, her phone in hand. Suddenly, to her left the fog stirs, sending off wisps in every direction, like steam over a stirred cauldron. Jenn picks up her pace, just one house before the corner. She looks over her shoulder, eyes darting left and right, up and down, examining the fog for motion. Seeing nothing, she rounds the corner and locks her eyes on her house, then she begins running. A dog barks in the distance and makes her jump, only causing her to run faster. She reaches her porch and unlocks her door, slamming it shut and locking it.
The dark, cool house feels welcoming and safe, embracing her like a long lost friend.
The calm is short lived, however. A floor board creaks in her bedroom. A chill overcomes her body, and she wraps her arms around herself, rubbing at the goosebumps. A sense of impending doom washes over her as the creak upstairs turning into light footsteps.
Who's here?
Her phone vibrates and she holds it up to her face to see the sender: it's Bre. Jenn's face warmed over and her heart skipped a beat. Unlocking the screen, she taps on the message icon and reads:
"Don't be silly, babe. It's not real. You're just letting that crazy imagination run wild. Come to Skye's house tonight and I'll rub your head and feed you tacos while we watch silly movies. I love you so much."Jenn feels a dull pain in her chest and looks down, only to see an arm leading to her heart. She looks up the arm to the body, the pale grey skin adorned with beautiful jewelry, a blood red silken fabric clinging to a thin frame, flowing behind her, black hair tipped with a deep red. Jenn looks up, blood filling her mouth, burning her throat, and sees the face of the creature before her.
Or lack thereof. The head is empty, nothing but a shell. She gurgles quietly as she stares into the empty face she had read about just days before, feeling the life drain from her body. She takes one final breath and closes her eyes, envisioning the face of the woman she loves, smiling at her. I love you, Bre.
Her phone drops to the floor. The impact cracks the screen, still displaying the message she typed out and never sent:
"Don't come looking for me."
The creature pulls her hand out of Jenn's chest and, taking a deep breath, inhales a bright, smoky essence. Her soul.
As her body hits the floor with a sickening thud, the once faceless creature looks down at her with the very same face, through her own lifeless eyes, steps over her body and out the front door.
Seriously?
She wipes her phone off on her shirt and tries a third time. It unlocks. 12%
Jenn takes a deep breath and taps the messenger icon. She has just enough service to send a message, so she chooses the conversation with Bre.
"It's real, Bre. I saw it. It's following me, I can't escape it. If you don't see me at our safe spot tomorrow, it got me. I'm so sorry. I love you."
Jenn hits send, feeling a pang in her heart and a warm twinge of pain behind her eyes, as they well up with tears. She knows she has put the woman she loves in danger. She blinks the tears out of her eyes and they roll down her face in hot streams as she looks up at the moon just peeking out through the overcast sky.
"I know I brought this upon myself, but please. Help me protect her."
Feeling a vibration coming from her phone startles her and she looks down immediately, hoping that it was Bre. Her heart sinks when she sees it's just a notification that her battery has dropped down to 10% and shoves her phone back in her pocket.
Jenn looks up. The street looks alien; the fog, thick and dense, has blanketed the ground, reflecting the moonlight peeking out from behind the thick overcast coverage. The way the light dances across the fog unsettles Jenn, her heart rate still not steady, she feels a sinking in her gut. "Almost there," she gets her sights on the corner just ahead. Her phone vibrates, and she checks again. It's Skye.
"Hey girl! Just wanted to check in on you. Haven't heard from you in a while. Bre just left to get her things. She left her phone at home and asked me to let you know. How about you come over tonight? Movies and tacos!"
Jenn smiled, "sounds great! But I'll have to get a raincheck. I don't feel so hot tonight."
She hits send and begins walking again, her phone in hand. Suddenly, to her left the fog stirs, sending off wisps in every direction, like steam over a stirred cauldron. Jenn picks up her pace, just one house before the corner. She looks over her shoulder, eyes darting left and right, up and down, examining the fog for motion. Seeing nothing, she rounds the corner and locks her eyes on her house, then she begins running. A dog barks in the distance and makes her jump, only causing her to run faster. She reaches her porch and unlocks her door, slamming it shut and locking it.
The dark, cool house feels welcoming and safe, embracing her like a long lost friend.
The calm is short lived, however. A floor board creaks in her bedroom. A chill overcomes her body, and she wraps her arms around herself, rubbing at the goosebumps. A sense of impending doom washes over her as the creak upstairs turning into light footsteps.
Who's here?
Her phone vibrates and she holds it up to her face to see the sender: it's Bre. Jenn's face warmed over and her heart skipped a beat. Unlocking the screen, she taps on the message icon and reads:
"Don't be silly, babe. It's not real. You're just letting that crazy imagination run wild. Come to Skye's house tonight and I'll rub your head and feed you tacos while we watch silly movies. I love you so much."Jenn feels a dull pain in her chest and looks down, only to see an arm leading to her heart. She looks up the arm to the body, the pale grey skin adorned with beautiful jewelry, a blood red silken fabric clinging to a thin frame, flowing behind her, black hair tipped with a deep red. Jenn looks up, blood filling her mouth, burning her throat, and sees the face of the creature before her.
Or lack thereof. The head is empty, nothing but a shell. She gurgles quietly as she stares into the empty face she had read about just days before, feeling the life drain from her body. She takes one final breath and closes her eyes, envisioning the face of the woman she loves, smiling at her. I love you, Bre.
Her phone drops to the floor. The impact cracks the screen, still displaying the message she typed out and never sent:
"Don't come looking for me."
The creature pulls her hand out of Jenn's chest and, taking a deep breath, inhales a bright, smoky essence. Her soul.
As her body hits the floor with a sickening thud, the once faceless creature looks down at her with the very same face, through her own lifeless eyes, steps over her body and out the front door.