Origin of Evil

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Faber

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Scifi, Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Magical, Slice of Life, Pretty much anything
"What are you making now, Ashton?" Mrs. Stonehouse yawned while scratching at her unruly bedhead. The boy smiled as his middle aged housemate before flipping the omelette before him. It plopped back into the pan with a satisfying sizzle welcoming its landing.

"Omelette with last night's left overs. It'll be ready soon." he quietly answered while watching the ingredients. He slid the omelette onto a floral platter before placing it atop the quaint kitchen table. He quietly took his seat across from the auburn haired woman whose thinning locks barely held onto her curlers.

They cut into the meal and quietly ate. Mrs. Stonehouse laced her fingers under chin, hovering over her empty plate. "Hey? Did you hear about what happened at the Wilkinson's lately?"

Ash internally groaned but kept a pleasant expression while nodding. He frankly didn't care for rumors or gossip but in this house, he didn't have much choice but to listen to the secretary's drivel.

A smile crossed her bare lips as she readied herself to tell her tale. "Well, I heard from Linda who heard from Courtney who heard it from Samantha that the Wilkinson's girl has gotten into something strange. They say that the kid hasn't left the house in days and you've seen how rambunctious that little girl is. You know which one I'm talking about right?" Ash shook his head and she sighed. "Well, its that little curly haired girl, the one who dresses in a lot of black. I don't think she's past middle school yet. Anyways, I'm getting side tracked here. I really think that kid has gotten herself into some real trouble this time, Sam says that she bought something off that house with the weird son. You know, the goth boy? I truly don't understand that appeal...."

The woman's words blur out through Ash's thoughts as he contemplated his upcoming schedule.

Work.

Work.

Coffee with Rich.

Home.

Dinner.

Who knows... maybe some porn?

The clock on the far wall caught his attention, noticing the hands indicating 8:30AM

He collected the plates and central platter before removing his striped apron. "Sorry ma'am, I have to go." he murmurs as she finishes her last segment of neighborhood drama. Again, no appeal whatsoever. She said her farewells before trudging up the stairs to start her all too lengthy beauty routine.

Ash snatches his board from the porch and quickly slams it into the pavement, making his way to a nearby book shop.
 
A young girl who was starting fresh in high school named Isabella was walking down the sidewalk, dressed in all black "goth-like" clothing. She did match the description of Ashton's roommate somewhat, minus the fact she was rather developed for a freshman. If anything, Isabella could have been mistaken for a senior at a high school since she was already showing some development. Her appearance showed that underneath the Gothic clothing there was a bit of a shapely figure, with a rounded bottom, nice curvature to her legs, and a noticeable bust size.

Isabella wore a single black dress, with red on the shoulders along with it also outlining the bottom half. She had black boots that did clank against the ground as she walked, too. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, but its color was a mixture of black with red highlights. Her purple eyes did seem to compliment the outfit she had on quite well.


She rounded the corner, then noticed a sign that had advertised a "Garage Sale". She made note of the address and headed in the direction her phone GPS told her about. It wasn't hard to spot the house, especially considering there was just one old looking home with a bunch of things out on its yard. Some of it looked really old but looked very much like a classic kind of style.

"Neat," she said to herself.

The garage sale itself caused a bit of a backup on the street, as it was near the bookshop that Ashton worked at.
 
The worn down wheels skid across the battered sidewalks as impatient adults honk away. A traffic jam grew as he neared the intersection. With a sigh, he slowed down, being weary of the pushy vehicles. Across the street, a black figure caught his eye. It was his housemate, Isabella Stonehouse. He glimpsed at her usual getup, acknowledging her path towards the Wilkinson's house before continuing towards the shop.

Please don't get into any weird shit. Please don't get involved with that girl or that boy or whatever those kids got themselves into.. He pseudo prayed to himself while crossing the busy street. Flashes of three occult obsessed youths crossed his mind as he settled his board in the break room. He truly never had a good feeling about any of them but he lived with one of those children of darkness so he dismissed their ventures as morbid curiosity. Had they truly wandered into something dark?

Countless meaningless floated in his head as he changed into the shop's uniform polo. The name tag nestled into place as his coworker entered the break room with two cups of black tea steamed in his hands.

"Well if it isn't Ash, the local runaway." he jokingly drawled, setting the cups down onto the cheap, fold up table. Ash turned around with a slight smile.

"Well if it isn't Paul, the local asshole" Ashton responded in his usual smooth tone. The red head cracked a smile, pushing the drink to his co worker. Two months in, and they were already best friends. To say they clicked, would be an understatement for sure. "Oh yeah, hey Paul, I've been meaning to ask you something." He inquired, sliding into the seat across from the teen.

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you heard of anything weird going on lately?"

"Weird?" he scoffed, taking a sip of his drink, "Like you playing detective again? What is it now? A lost cat? No, something is funny with the street lights, right?"

Ashton cocked an eyebrow, attempting to conceal his contempt. Frankly, he did have a habit of solving mystery novels 100 pages before the conclusion, but did that give anyone the go ahead to deem him the neighborhood Sherlock Holmes? The jokes were a normal occurrence around the shop. The boss even challenged him to read excerpts from novels and solve the mystery with free lunch on the line. The challenges were nice but the jokes were tiresome. Paul had the most fun with it, saying he was a dimwitted Watson following the genius around. Ashton found it ironic how someone who barely graduated high school could be considered a genius, but he appreciated the minor boost to his diminishing self esteem.

"Nah, I just heard some weird stuff from Mrs. Stonehouse and you know how Bella can get."

Paul laughed, nearly knocking over the piping hot tea. Tears welled in his eyes as he slapped his thigh. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not" he pouts, taking a large gulp from the mug.

"Would you two princesses stop powdering your noses and get to work?" shouted Ms. Biddleworth with a large stack of novels balancing in her thin arms.

The two young men concede, finishing their drinks. Quickly they run onto the main floor for a not so busy day of helping the occasional customer and brewing them (and themselves) a few espressos and tea bags.
 
Isabella walked into the garage sale, looking around curiously. She was hoping to find something to compliment her love for the Gothic style. She hummed to herself, finding some video games, some interesting clothing and a cool looking bicycle that seemed to be custom made to appear in a Tim Burton film.

A young adult male who was helping run the garage sale greeted her warmly, asking if she needed any help.

"Um, do you guys have anything that's a little bit more... my style? Black, maybe red?"

"Perhaps over where the other clothing is," the male responded.

Out of the corner of Isabella's eye, she saw something strange that had been stuffed into a trash can. It looked like a board game of some kind, though the male had moved to block her view and then practically escorted her over to the other area of the garage sale, making her pout. There was clearly something over there that either he didn't want her to see or she was just looking too much into it.

The commotion of the yard sale was easily heard in the coffee shop, especially when several patrons from viewing or purchasing from the sale decided to stop by the bookshop. A small group of teenagers that dressed similarly to Isabella did usually come in to read books and were ultimately harmless. Though the same group had just "accepted" Isabella, too, as she was the youngest member.
 
Ash eyed a group of shadows perusing the dark literature section with a sigh and resurgence of worry. The high school rejects whispered together, skimming the Edgar Allen Poe and latest angst novels as he served a college freshman their third espresso.

A lot of them have been popping up around here. I wonder if they'll take over and we'll have a city of outcasts. Wow, that just went into deep Green Day territory. He thought to himself before retreating into the break room.

Paul stood just outside the door with his lunchtime cigarette. "Damn, the Wilkinsons are having one hell of a day, aren't they?" he commented with a cloud circling his auburn hair.

"What?"

"They've got a line all the way to the intersection, maybe some of those deal seekers will wander into here" he joked, taking another breath of cancerous chemicals.

Yes, because people not willing to spend two bucks on a t shirt are totally going to come in here for our four dollar medium chai latte.

"You never know" he joked, "I mean we have those goth girls in here again. Probably not going ot buy anything though"

The smoker agreed before stomping on the cig.

(Sorry for short post. Got a bit busy with school :P)
 
Isabella gave off an adorable pout as she was escorted away from the strange board game poking out of the trash. However, her attention span had been noted for being that of a squirrel as she was immediately dazzled by the clothing she saw that did fit her style. Despite that, however, she did keep looking back on occasion. Something was making her want to grab the board game and run off to show her friends or her housemate.

"Maybe Ashy will take a liking to it and stop avoiding me," she said to herself, looking around. "Hmm. Need to be all discrete about it. Would be lovely to play Mission Impossible's theme at some point." She hummed as she rummaged through some clothing, picking out what she wanted to buy rather easily.

The commotion did seem to also bring business into the bookstore, with a well known customer that was also one of Isabella's friends stepping inside. Their name was Garth and it was ever so obvious that he was always trying to cop a feel for Isabella and get her into bed. After all, Ash had heard plenty of people talk about her "juicy ass", "sweet legs" and the most common phrase - "Sweet Jesus, I'd motorboat those melons". With supposed beauty does come it's downfall, namely assholes.


(Tis okay. I just moved and all and stuffs.)
 
Ash walked back onto the floor only to see his least favorite fuck boy. It was his most hated kind: ones with too long fringes, snake bites, beanies, studded belts, everything from Hot Topic, and the phony ' I'm a depressed, oppressed boy who can still kick your ass. Admittedly, his emo style had begun to evolve into the macabre shadows that the girls in the foyer embodied. Whenever he was over doing god knows what with Bella and her friends, his earbuds were out and TV was low. The way he spoke twisted his stomach, reminding him of his birth family's backwards thinking.

Paul emerged from the break room with wide eyes as he mentally counted off the steady line of new faces. More and more people flowed in from the congested street, from a small trickle to a steady stream. "You'd think that the circus was in town." he commented, leaning on the door frame.

Ms. Biddleworth peered through her thick spectacles with absolute glee as more youths and bargain searching grannies wandered into the shop. She silently ordered the boys into their nonexistent 'positions' or battle stations or whatever else she decided to call their usual spots that month.

Paul sighed before meandering over to the espresso machine to address the growing line while Ash reorganized books into creaking shelves. The runaway's silver eyes constantly track the perverted emo-goth hybrid through the gaps between novels and novelties.
 
Isabella paid for a few outfits, though quickly stuffed them into the backpack she had also bought. She darted her eyes around suspiciously as the salesperson of the garage sale went to help another customer. She then hurried to the trash can and pulled out the box that resembled a board game before quickly darting into the direction of the bookstore.

"Gotta hurry," she said through puffs of breath before darting in and then nearly running into Ash. "Oops! Oh, hi, Ashy! I got us a board game from the garage sale!" She smiled and then looked around. "Whoa, this place is busy today."
 
Ash balanced a box of hardcovers in his arms as more and more customers milled about the shop. His eyes constantly following the horny dog of a teenager as he lurked the aisles. What the hell was he even doing there? Did he even read anything other than dirty magazines and Poe?

A form crashed into his side, throwing the box onto the floor. The tomes hit the hardwood with a pronounced Thump. A large sigh escaped the boy as he turned around with his practiced 'customer service' service. His toothy grin quickly vanished as he recognized his occult housemate. A dusty board rested in the girls arms. It sent chills down his spine and a pit into his gut.

Whenever she brought something new home, it was never good. One time she brought back a taxidermy kit and said they should try it out on the possum that died about two blocks down. Another time, she brought back a book of hexes that she said should be used on his family. Frankly, he never told the teen about his old life but she always had her theories. They were always outlandish, from secret spies to fugitives to aliens. The stories made him laugh and feel a slight bit of importance but those books and games always gave him a bad feeling.

"Bella" he breathed, "What the hell is that?"
 
"It's a board game I found!" Isabella smiled widely. "It looks like it'd be pretty fun to play at some point, Ashy! I know you like board games and I like video games,." She smiled more, perhaps being the happiest "Goth" around the town.

Not many others were paying attention to them. And even if they were, they were more or less ogling Isabella because of her womanly appearance. It was still quite common for Ash to be asked about her, and if she was single or not.
 
He bit his bottom lip, the pit grew in his stomach. The gears in the back of his head spun and spun as he tried to piece together what kind of game the girl managed to grab. Scuffs, burns, and many mysterious stains splattered the box, creating an unsettling mosaic. "Look, Bella." he whispered, leaning in towards the teen. Totally not helping any rumors. "Let's talk about this when I get home. I'm at work, plus..." he trailed, quickly glancing over to the douchebag. He was perusing the secluded stacks of playboys in the back shelves. Pervert. His eyes returned to the girl before the transitioning goth could notice his stare or housemate. "Nevermind." He stood back up and began to collect the fallen novels back into their box.

He glances back to Bella. "Please Bella, I'll look at it with you when I get home, ok?" he said with a bit more confidence and parental air.
 
"Okay, fine," Isabella pouted cutely, still seemingly oblivious to the douchebag or all of the commotion about her. It wasn't hard to figure out that one of the main reasons she even was in her Goth Friends group was due to her curvy body and rather large bust. In fact, perhaps her housemate knew that was exactly why.

She looked down at the board game box, then thought for a moment. She then turned around and headed outside, back toward her home. As she walked, she shivered, swearing she heard someone whisper in her ear. Her urge to open the box and look at the contents inside increased and she sped up her walking, not knowing what she was getting into.

"Little harsh there, don't you think?" A younger male customer said to Ash as he held a book. Despite the fact he looked like one of Isabella's goth friends, Ash hadn't seen him before. The book he held was an informative book on the science of astrology, an unusual choice for someone from that clique of people. He was tall, a bit slim, and had a strange look to his eye as they seemed to cut through Ash as he looked at him.
 
Ash quirked his eyebrows at the budding goth, eyeing the tome in his hand. He admired the break from the stereotype but something about the kid got under his skin. Maybe it was the unnecessary amount of chains and black eyeliner (or the resin encased scorpion swinging on his necklace). Something about the boy's ghostly, grey irises intrigued the youth. His eyes somehow drew him in, not in the sexual way but more like a trance like admiration. Ash quickly shook his head and decided he hadn't seen enough women his age lately before continuing his work with the boy still in proximity.

His irritation came to a peak as he hefted the box onto a nearby cart. "Look, I'm working. I'm sorry if she's your friend and all but I can't pay rent by playing board games, ok?" he huffed. He turned towards the boy, realizing his rude tone. His eyes flicked over to his boss before traveling back to the adolescent. "I'm going to see her later anyways. It's not like I'm never going to check out that board with her." he affirmed with a forced smile.
 
"I see," the boy said. "Well, if that's the case, then you'll eventually spend time with her like she clearly wanted." He shrugged and then looked at his book before walking back to a shelf. "Too bad that you seem disinterested in the subjects she may be interested in though. I'm sure the paranormal is fascinating to almost anyone and that looked like, to me, a fun paranormal board game she had picked up. Oh well." He shrugged began to walk off now. "Have fun, stranger."


Isabella soon arrived at her home, hurrying inside since it seemed like no one was home currently. She headed up to her room and then closed the door behind her, locking it like usual to get her privacy. She then cleared off her desk and decided to set the board game down. She quickly opened the box after sitting herself down, humming to herself as she kept hearing more and more whispers - increasing her urges to just set up the game.

Once the set up was complete, Isabella noticed that it was a Ouija Board. She tilted her head when the object on the board suddenly moved slightly on its own.
 
Ash rolled his shoulders as the strange kid left the shop, with the novel in hand. He paid for that right? Ash continued with his work, organizing books and making cappuccinos. Who was that kid anyways, with his tough books and strange looks. The afternoon trudged along lazily and the crowds gradually thinned out to the usual trickle.

The clock read six o' clock as Ash was signing out. His coworker smoked outside as he waited for the runaway.

"Are you really going to check out that board with her?" he commented between puffs. Ash nodded while taking out his board. "I'm surprised, usually you say clear away from that magic presto crap."

"Yeah, well this one gives me a bad feeling." Ash murmured. Paul quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know how to explain it. A chill maybe?" The smoker shrugged his shoulders before puffing out a sizable cloud of harmful smoke. "Anyways, I'm just going to make sure she's not getting into any trouble. See you around."

Ash slammed the skateboard against the concrete, zipping down the sidewalk towards the unassuming neighborhood.
 
Isabella did watch the device move slowly on its own on the board, raising an eyebrow curiously when it spelled out the word "Hi".

"Hello?" Isabella asked, feeling a tad strange suddenly as she was more and more compelled to talk to whatever was trying to talk to her. "M-My name is Isabella. Um.... Are you a spirit?"

She began to breathe heavier as it felt like a presence was suddenly in the room with her. She tried to look around, but she found that she couldn't move very freely because of this strange feeling. Her large breasts were visibly bouncing with her heavy breathing as now it felt like someone or something was touching her shoulder.
 
Ash quietly entered the home, careful to not disturb the parents watching night time TV. He slides into his bedroom, resting his board against the bed frame. His bag lands beside him as he flops onto the old mattress with closed eyes and outstretched arms.

Quiet muttering passed by his cracked open door, pulling the boy out of his late afternoon daze.

"What the hell?" he muttered to himself. His form heaved off the mattress and he rubbed his eyes. He focused on the minute words, searching for its source. It was small, feminine, and unsure. His mind flashed back to the douche from the book shop and the way he eyed Isabella. A pit wrenched his stomach and he burst out the room to Isabella's domain down the hall. He listened for another moment. Not hearing anything, he gave three, slow raps against the door.
 
Isabella shivered and gasped as her mouth opened a bit widely as a black object pushed into it. It was like an arm as a dark entity stood behind her as she stood still and kept twitching in the middle of her room. It slowly pushed into her mouth, causing her to make more mumbled noises. When it finally seemed to disappear entirely inside of her mouth, it stayed stuck open abnormally wide for a few minutes before closing normally. She then shivered violently and stumbled before blinking nd hearing the knocking on the door.

"I'm fine!" she called out, though her expression was blank despite having a tone in her voice. "Just trying to put on another dress! Stupid tight dresses..." She just stood there, as if the dark entity held her still as it seemed to be trying to come up with excuses to get this curious mortal away from Isabella's room.
 
Ash heard none of the girl's struggling through the locked door. Her words failed to alleviate him of the pit in his gut. That transitioning goth's smug grin crossed his eyes again.

"Are you sure?" He inquired. He stood behind the door with clenched fists as he waited the troubled girl's response.

The entity settled into the inner crevices of the girl's psyche with unbridled glee. His sharp claws made quick work of her soul as he impaled it with long, gnarly fingers. "Oh hello little Belle" he hissed with a smile. "Aren't you a good little girl and oh so ripe for harvest." He commented while exploring her innards. His presence passed through her like a disgusting wave of nauseating negativity. The knocks surprised him and he opened and closed the girls mouth to manipulate the words into the lie. "Now that's a good girl." He soothes, freeing her body of his invisible embrace.
 
"I'm sure," Isabella replied, once again with a blank expression not matching her tone.

Isabella's soul took the form of Isabella herself, though without clothing, and clearly lighting up like a bulb. She coughed and stood there as she couldn't move in the entity's presence due to its immense power she felt. It didn't seem like it'd take much at all to let it call Isabella its new home, it would seem.
 
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