Jamie widened his eyes as he saw a hand go through the creature. It dissipated into nothing, how did she do that? Looking ahead of him, he saw the girl that the hand belonged to. She was trying to comfort him. "Y-yes, the voices. They never leave. Yes, I can do that. Blink twice before I judge what's real and what's not." He said in a low voice, taking in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and when he opened him, the girl was being pulled to whatever place they all went.
"No, wait! Shit!" He yelled, lurching forward. He reached out, trying to grab for her. But she was already gone. Now he was utterly alone, well except for the female and male nearby. But soon, the female left and it was only Jamie and the other male.
Jamie hit his head against the bars continuously, "Keep calm. Think of peace." Peace was him painting. Jamie was trembling now. Peace was-
Jamie stopped trembling. He stopped moving, period. Everything was blank. That is, until a even darker light came to his eyes. He wasn't Jamie no more, he was Rodney.
"Beatrice? Tris? So, I also assume your divergent too? Here to break the syste? Corupt order of things? " the brunette laughed. "So, Stiff, what's your real name? Just because I may be a necromancer, doesn't mean I don't read. If you'd like, you could call me 'Four' or even 'Peter'. I actually like Peter." He said, standing up once again. He laid his staff down on the couch and walked into the dining room, 'Tris' would still be able to see and hear him, somewhat. "I hope you know why your here," he continued on. "I'm going to use you as a specimen to experiment on. You see, I'm quite the mad scientist." He waved a hand to the dead body on his dining room table. Next to the table there was a box full of animal corpses, he had specifically brought them here for this moment. He had plans to use them, see how she would react to them.
Taking in a deep breath of the wonderful smell of rotting flesh, he moved into a corner. There he had set up various things he could use in a potion or spell, for example, a vampire fang, a tuft of lycan fur, a human eyeball or two, and the list could go on. Bending down, he pulled out a syringe that was filled with something that he, himself had created. Nothing lethal, it wouldn't kill 'Tris' but it would make her.. weak. Her movement's would become lethargic, her body heavy, nothing much. It'd only make it harder for her to escape. With a simple spell, he had made it.
Walking back into the living room, he held the syringe up. "I think you may know what this is. After all, you must have read that book. Now, if you'll ever so kindly extend your hand out of the cage so I could stick it into your vein, I would be a happy necromancer." Devin said in a cheerful tone. His sister behind him chuckled.
"As if she'd do that. You'll have to make her."
The Kuhmio smiled nd rushed inside, leaving the door open for Elijah. "Mr. Manager! I would love to have blood sent up to my room. For whenever I'm not munching on any of the male humans. I can pay upfront if need be." Sapphire said, lifting her purse. She unzipped it quickly and pulled out her wallet. Opening that up, she pulled around two hundred out. "I'd say two hundred would be enough for a month or two?" She asked, her golden eyes practically glowing.
She loved making visits to the Manager, he was always so kind and sweet to her. "Plus, Mr. Manager, I heard there were new humans? It'd be a shame not to ask, is there any boy's left? If so, please do send him up to my suite. I haven't had a playtoy in quite sometime."
Walking in afted the nine-tailed fox, Elijah looked straight ahead. Nodding towards his boss when he said to remind him of a job that he needed Elijah to do. Excitement ran through the vampire, oh how he enjoyed the jobs his boss gave him. Torturing was the best one, seeing humans and supernaturals alike scream in pain, it was exhilarating.
His hazel eyes looked over to Sapphire, all her nonsense was becoming quite annoying. She enjoyed flirting with any man, young or old. But, that was known with Kuhmio's and even Succubus. They were the whore's of the supernatural race.
Whenever she was done, Elijah took a step closer. "Yes, boss. I had came to see if you had a job for me to do." For some reason, he had forgotten what he had also came for. But, he merely left it forgotten.