[font="Garamond"]Diana watched as the spirits talked in hushed tones amongst themselves, then as Jacqueline Masey was brought back to life. She would never be the same. No one ever was. Always like something had been lost in the shocking transition between life and death and then back to life again. Masey sat still for a moment on the hard stone ground, staring up at the Baron and surrounding ghosts as she caught her breath. She look scared, then confusion washed over her face as she reached down to feel her stomach. The organs were shredded but were back in their right place. They were not perfect, and the wounds had closed to leave long and brutal scars down her torso, but it was workable. It took her many minutes before she could begin to form words.
"...Why..?" she stared up at the Baron, tears pooling in her lashline. She was shaking now.
"Hush now." He tried to comfort her but she cut him off, this time screaming.
"WHY?" She bellowed at him. Jacqueline Masey was alive again and she didn't seem pleased about it.
"Miss Jacqueline I have saved you, you are free to continue on in the gam-"
"Why would you bring me back to this awful place? So I could die in painful terror and agony all over again? Is that it, spirit? Because beyond that I cannot see a single reason why you should want to bring me back into this circus of horror and suffering." The Baron drew back, clearly in shock.
"But you have been given another chance, a chance to-" she cut him off yet again, enraged now.
"A chance to fight amongst other humans brought here for your game, a chance to either watch the rest of them die or to die again? You say we are all bad people, so mayhap it comes as a shock to you that I do not enjoy watching the torture of other people. Other people with families and people they love whom they will never see again..." tears spilled from her eyes, running down her cheeks steadily.
"You have it all wrong. I have given you a second chance because I think you deserve it; not just here but in life itself."
Jacqueline only continued to sob in response. Diana shook her head sadly as she watched the exchange. It seemed that no matter what the Baron told her, the sweet release of death had lured her away from her desire to live. It was clear that she wanted to go back to the painless, empty nothingness. In this case, the girl who had valiantly tried to fight on to survive had left behind this great struggle and in her place was a scared girl who had experienced the same things and simply wanted out, even if it meant death.
Jacqueline Masey finally tried to stand up several minutes later after her sobs had subsided, her mind was racing and she simply wanted to get away from these mad spirits and find somewhere safe to sit and think of her next move. She cringed suddenly, collapsing in pain as her hand shot to her stomach. She was alive but she certainly wasn't fully healed. Diana's heart went out to the girl and she ghosted behind Jacqueline to help her up without being seen. Once she had gotten on her feet, Masey made her way, stumbling, out of the circle of spirits and back into the house.
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She limped on, making her way past the kitchen, down the main hallway and into foyer. Charlotte was nowhere to be seen.
"I hope she's alright..." Masey thought to herself as she picked her way around the body of the opera singer and the fallen chandelier until she could get to the steps.
Ten agonizing minutes later, Jacqueline had reached the second floor of the Mansion. She sighed with relief before pressing on down the hallway. She had no clear plan in mind but felt a clear voice in her head telling her to keep going. The same voice suddenly called out as she passed a door that looked no different from the many others on either side of the hall.
Curiously but cautiously, Masey turned the handle of the door slowly and pushed it open to reveal what had once been a large and elegant bathroom. Double sinks and marble counters, dirty and small chandeliers with cobwebs hung from above, a large full length mirror lay tipped over and smashed at the far end of the bathroom. She stepped in, still compelled by the voice in her head. The mirrors at face level were all slightly raised from the wall and with a quick tug she found out they were actually cabinets. The first one was empty, same with the second. But the third -
"What do we have here?" a bottle on the middle shelf, the label was worn but legible.
'SLEEP AID' was scrawled across it. Her fingers closed around the bottle tightly, it's weight reassured her it was nearly full. There was still a chance to escape for Jacqueline Masey, before it could all begin again. Diana ghosted out of the girls body, her purpose fulfilled. Diana was not needlessly cruel and if Masey truly desired death, Diana saw no reason why she couldn't seek it in a peaceful, dignifying and pain-free way.
Soon after, Masey was found lying in the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Diana found her with a peaceful expression on her face, and lovingly brushed her fingers over the dead girl's eyes, closing her eye-lids. The real, intact soul Jacqueline Masey had left hours before at the talons of the harpy. Her soul could rest now, complete.
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Elsewhere in the Mansion, life flooded back to Wyatt Bishop.
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[b]ooc is this good? I don't know, I'm half asleep. But I was very eager to get it done, I apologize profusely for the delay, I will make changes if need be.[/b]