((OOC WARNING: This RP contains horror elements that may be considered morally messed up by some. Please take caution before reading, and I promise that we are not deranged lunatics.)) The voices tore at her from every angle. They bounced off the walls and slithered across the floor, but all seemingly coming from the same direction. The girl shut her eyes and covered her ears with her hands. She wished for the voices to stop; to leave her alone. She had no where to run and nothing to hide behind, for she was shrouded by cold darkness and knew that whoever the voices belonged to could see her, even if she could not see them. She whimpered softly and desperately tried to shut the voices out, the ones that grew louder and denser as the minutes went by. They were cold, unhappy voices that possessed daggers, which stabbed at the girl's fast beating heart. She could feel them prying at her from every which way as they also clawed at her thinning nerves. They told her meaningless things; words that came in harsh, splintering gasps. As the prying became persistent, the voices grew razor-like teeth and fork-shaped tongues. The girl dared to take a look and nearly screamed, as before her demon-like snakes appeared. As she was still in darkness, it was as if a spot light shined on these creatures, their tongues flicking all at different times, creating a musical hiss. The snakes themselves were all of different sizes and colors. Together, they seemed to create a rainbow, one of which was hazed with evil. Their deep red eyes made sure to tell of their unsavory souls, all of which targeted the same child. Why they wanted her, they did not entirely know, but it was a wish from their master, and as it was, they served to please their master. And so they gained momentum, and slithered towards the frightened girl, who was bound by shock. The hissing intensified, as did the voices that clouded the girl's mind. The spot light on the snakes began to dim, and soon the snakes became emerged in darkness. The girl curled into a ball, hugging herself as closely as she could, terrified as to where the snakes might be. She sobbed into her knees, knowing that this would be the end, that They finally found her again, and this time were planning to do away with her for good. All at once, the voices and the hissing intensified to a degree of near despair, and the girl felt it in her bones. The evil the girl felt before was clearer now, and it reigned closer. She could feel the velvet-like bodies of the snakes begin to touch her, their tongues flicking across her skin. She whimpered small cries of help, though knowing no one was near to lend any. Through the hissing of the snakes, a faint, "Come with us, darling," rang out, and it slithered into the girl's ears and brain; into her nerves and bones and skin. Her nails and toenails vibrated with it and it also seemed to coil within her hair. It made her eyes leak and caused her mouth to quiver. Her being as a whole shook, and she felt her heart trying to keep up with her terror. Within minutes, the snakes made a cocoon around the girl, their bodies entwined with one another and making an impossible escape. Some skated across the girl, moving from arm to leg and back again. One coiled around her shoulders, its tongue flicking at her jawbone. The girl sobbed endlessly, and found herself drifting away. She found her body trying to shut down; to retreat from the terror. Her mind endlessly wandered, and hazed clouds shrouded any clear thinking. The voices were there and thick like tar, obscuring all ways for her to calm herself. Suddenly, through the thickness of the tar in her mind, a clearer voice rang through. It was a calmer, gentle voice that spoke above all others. It encouraged her to let herself drift away; to not worry. It promised of a good awakening, and that warmth and light would soon come. The girl could sense the goodness in the voice, and trusted it. She let herself go, to drift into a sleep, the voices in her head slowly dying away, as the other one soothed her. She left consciousness. --- The girl awoke to find herself in a bright place. The sun shined thoughtfully overhead, and sand was the bed that she layed on. She looked around and was surprised to find that it was the beach near her house. Then it came again, the same gentle voice. It was still in her head, but it seemed more than that, as well. It spoke: "This place, one of which you are familiar with, is the place that you will wish to visit in the morning when you awaken. You will find here something that you have been looking for, although unawaringly. It will help you achieve your heart's desires. Remember this and you will not regret it." The girl could feel a smile from the voice, and as she went to question it, a blurred haze whipped through the atmosphere. It picked up the sand and circled around her, the gold of the sand obscuring her vision. And then she awoke... --- Claudia sat up in bed, sweat dripping from her face. She hastily looked about her room and found nothing to be unordinary. It was all just a dream... She thought. She maneuvered herself from under the covers and made her way to a dresser on the other end of the room. She quickly changed clothes. That voice...it seemed so real. Claudia looked out the window, which faced the direction of the beach. She could be there in under an hour. The beach looked how it did in her dream, except there was something off about the sand. It was noticable upon arrival, as if a sand storm had come through. Claudia walked along the beach, examining the difference. As she neared the end of the beach, she noticed an odd placement of seashells that trailed along the surf and disappeared into the grown up, nearly wooded area that declared the end of the beach. She followed it and ventured into the wooded-like area. What she was looking for, she didn't know, but she was positive that the voice in her dream was truly trying to tell her something; to show her something. "...It will help you achieve your heart's desires," it had said. Revenge she thought.