[Jacob]

*Setting: Fog shrouded the woodland, the tree's leafless branches seemed to extend their reach and attempt to grasp any passer by. The female did not care. Her naked body merely slipped past the branches, allowing the sharp thorns on them to cut her. Her sleek, shiny black hair rolled down her back. Her breasts firm and supple showed scarring on them. She was slim, her nails were black and she was of Orkhid origin. She outstretched her hands and stroked the sharp shards that potruded from the branches. They stuck into her skin and as her hands continued forward etched their markings, releasing black blood from their tracks. Her parched lips opened and allowed a high note to escape from them. It cut through the forests silence like a bullet through a corpse. It was shrill and peaceful. Not a scream, more like a song note...*

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*Setting: The Orkhid camp was designated in the middle of the wood. It was a kind of Scout camp. Three dark-green tents were set up around a large fire. The fire was roaring and spitting out its sparks quite happily. Ignoring the wind that attempted to blow it out on numerous occassions. Two out of the nine Orkhids were on lookout, their rifles cocked and laser-sight switched on, they were at opposite end of the camps. They wore night-vision goggles and walked around the small campsite, looking for any signs of movement. Upto now they had only seen wildlife, nothing of great importance. But then one of the troops heard something, a snapping of a twig. His head turned in that direction and he readily pointed his gun outwards, infront of him. His breathing began to speed up, he couldn't see anything of any importance. A slight rustle from his left forced him to turn, his gun swung to that direction. Smoke began to escape from his open mouth, however, the night was warm. He began walking backwards, he knew something was out there, waiting for them...
*Snap*
How he longed for the sound to be of that of a twig, however, as blackness decended upon him he realised it was his neck that had made this sound...*

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*Setting: The other soldier turned, the sound of somebody hitting a high note disturbed him. Stepping through the forest he was graced by a thick array of mist. His body tensed, HQ had said the night was to be clear and that was illustrated by the moon that hung in the sky, beaming its light down upon the land below. He didn't proceed towards the sound, but reached for his radio which was hooked onto the back of his belt. He grappled with it, pulling it out he held it to his mouth and spoke. Asking for backup from his dead team mate. There was a static reply. Nothing useful. His eyes looked around the nighted forest, the sight being nothing more than green and black. He was holding his rifle with one hand and his radio with the other, the frequency was tuned in to one troop and needed to be tuned in to the sleeping troops. To do that he would need two hands. Would he risk placing his gun down? It didn't matter. He had noticed the female in all her splendor. Her body seemingly excreting the mass of mist, her steps so careful that it gave the illusion of floating, she stopped. Staring at him. His gun shook and his radio dropped to the ground, nestling in a mat of dead leaves. He adjusted his goggles, zooming in on her face...her beautiful face. Her cheek bones high and well placed, giving the impression of perfection. She outstretched an arm, her bleeding hands reaching out. Her finger beckoned him. He couldn't resist, he was seemingly hypnotised. Stepping forwards his muscles relaxed, his eyes widened. To him, she was divinities creature. Her arms outstretched, silently asking for a hug. Her voice sung out, beckoning him closer...the winds picked up, the mist closed in...he was gone...he was in love...he was...*

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*Setting: A frightful scream rang out throughout the wood. The troops woke up in unison. One sat up, he was in a sleeping-bag. Behind him was a small wooden table, on it a Socom and flashlight. He reached for the gun, handing it to his friend. He then grasped the flashlight, his hand trembling with cold as he turned it on. The beam lit up the inside of the tent, sillouetting their figures. The two soldiers in the other tent noticed this, they held their guns and slowly poked their heads out, looking around. The mist was gracing the entirity of the camp now, the fire was down to a quivering flame. They mouthed words to each other, asking questions...none of them had any answers. One soldier climbed out of his tent, his gun held out, in two hands, infront of him. His eyes scanned the area, he wasn't wearing the goggles, thus his view was impaired. He quickly moved to the other tent, the empty tent. The tent were both occupiers were dead. Then the high note sang out once more. This time all of them heard it, he turned back, seeing the sillouettes of two Orkhids in his tent. One was sat behind the other. He watched the shadows as a murderous scene seemed to take place, the being at the back reached out, grabbing the Orkhid infront of it by the hair...He pulled it back...a bladed object could be seen...it was pushed into the Orkhids chest once, twice, three times. The watcher held up his gun, he took aim...but his trigger finger seized working. The lonesome song played in his head, his view was slowly taken away from the act of murder, and his body was seemingly pulled to the right. He turned his head, seeing the silent being in the forest. Her mouth opened, her voice rang out, singing in an operatic way. She was beautiful. His mouth opened gently, his eyes twitched.*

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*Setting: They, too, watched in awe. She slowly came from the woods, their comrade watched her, not moving or attempting to move for that matter. She swooned slowly towards him, they knew she was dangerous. The mist thickened around him, she reached out a lone hand, stroking his cheek she stained it black. To them she was a gorgeous being, sent from heaven above, but in reality she was a creature in league with death. She leant forwards, kissing the soldier on the lips. His eyes wept. Tears flowing down them as he took aim at one of the troops in the tent. He fired, the gunshot was silent, no particular reason...it just...was. The bullet cut through the mist, and then through the skull. Piercing the forehead it pushed its way through bone and brain, exiting the other side. The body dropped, lifeless. The other troop just stared. He slowly began to climb out of his tent, slowly pushing his hands through the rotting leaves as he pushed himself to his feet. He stared at her, her head turning to him. The whites of her eyes were not so white...they were red, dark, ruby red. He tilted his head in puzzlement. Wondering what or who she was, why she was here. A slight pressure across his throat made him gasp, blood seeped from the newly opened wound. He dropped to his knee'. Gasping, his hands wrapped around his throat, he tried to push the blood back, hold it in but failed. Her Siren-like voice rung out through the forest, echoeing all around...the mist wrapped around his body as he slumped to the ground and as his eyes blurred he saw a foot step out from behind him, it was bare and white. And as the figure stepped closer to the female and Orkhid soldier, he realised it was another Orkhid. He wore a black, knee-length, leather jacket, his hands were gloved with black, fingerless gloves. He stepped upto the female and caressed her face, kissing her lips softly. She stroked his sleek black hair and looked into his bluey-purple eyes.*

Female: "Alexie..."

He placed his index finger on her lips and shook his head. He was taller than her and kissed her forehead gently.

Alexie: "Shh-hh. Tell him..."

She moved Alexie out of the way with her right hand and stared at the soldier. She whispered gently in his ear, he nodded and bowed his head. Slowly he sat down, folding his knee' so they were under his chin. He then began to rock. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Alexie: "Midian...look at me."

His voice was a gentle whisper. Her body slowly turned, her face meeting his. Her eyes seemed to shine in the moonlight, her left hand gently grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to her lips. They kissed. Time seemed to stand still. His arms wrapped around her waist, she was cold and scarred. She was his, her voice seemed to ring out without the use of her mouth and tongue. The mist grappled around them, climbing up their legs like a vine on a tree. Their love was real and true...

Useful links;
Inevitable...
'Frankenstein's Monster'

(OOC: I was listening to 'Her Ghost in the Fog' by Cradle of Filth when listening to this by the by. I suggest you listen to it, its a good song and has some high pitched singing in it. Very eerie, quite like what i imagine Midian to sing like.)