Hello Fascination (Arraya!)

[Anonymous]

Being alive is exciting, thrilling, exuberating. The adrenaline rushes, the emotions, the crazy thoughts. You can find it all. You can feel love, heart break, anger, happiness, sadness, pain...any sort of emotion. You can think silly, crazy, sick and twisted, depressing or happy thoughts. When you are alive, the possibilities seem endless and one often doesn't think that their ideas are impossible. When you are alive, you dream big and rarely underestimate yourself.

At least that's how Halott saw things.

Being dead on the other hand, offered very little. Granted, he wasn't dead, but being undead was just as bad. People often didn't like associating themselves with zombies and that meant very few opportunities came his way. He was always searching for things to keep himself entertained and food supply that would keep him out of trouble. That's basically what his days consisted of since he died.

It was funny really, the way he 'died'. He had always been a big dreamer and never thought twice about hurting himself, which, coincidentally, led to him getting injured. But injuries never stopped him. So when his friends dared him to wander off into the wilderness alone, he didn't think twice about it. Little did he know, a family of zombies were out that night. He just happened to be a tasty snack for them. But he was lucky. He had gotten away from them with only a bite on the arm. Little did he know, though, that bite would spread across his entire body, changing his life forever.

But those details were unimportant to him right now.

He walked through the forest everyday now, hoping to happen upon some small animal to eat or, if he was lucky, a child who was dumb enough to wander off into the wilderness by themselves. A rare delicacy, one that he didn't expect to find anytime soon. He had only come across one child. It was fun really. He loved teasing his food. The poor child didn't even notice Halott come up behind him, at least not until it was too late.

Halott ate well that night.
 
It's not like he is a bad man, but a guy's gotta eat right?

He heard a stick snap a little ways away from him, and he automatically turned to look what it was. He didn't see anything, so he decided to walk in the direction of the noise. Snapping twigs meant movement, and movement often meant a meal was nearby. And he wasn't exactly in the mood to go full zombie right now. The sooner he could eat, the better.

[Anonymous]

Jinx wandered through the forest, lost and alone. He had been alone for a long time now, since he lost his memories, his thoughts, who he was... Alone was the safest place for him to be. If he was alone there was no-one he could hurt, no-one he could frighten, no-one he would have to kill for seeing too much...

Oh yes, Jinx had killed. A dozen times over. The schoolchild who walked in on him. The woman who looked at him funny. The man who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. All in the hope that maybe, just maybe, this time he would get it right. Maybe he would be able to bring them back and give them another chance. Another chance... with him.

But each time he had failed. Each time he had brutally killed someone, and not been able to raise them to begin life as an undead by his side. Every single one of those deaths plagued his mind, his victims crys for mercy playing over and over and over again in his memories, haunting his every waking moment... And yet he could not stop. The curse that had ended his good memories and changed who he was all those years ago had destroyed everything good and decent about him. He now only knew one thing: lust.

So it was that he found himself wandering through the forest on this cool evening. The birds had settled to roost, and the various animals were going about their night-time routines. Jinx wandered in a daze, barely conscious of the world around him. He was thin, even for him. Food was hard to come by in a forest for someone with absolutely zero survival instinct. Then he noticed a berry bush, it's succulent red fruits glowing in the days closing rays. He approached the bush, and began greedily stuffing his mouth with the berries, their scarlet juice trickling down his chin in small rivers. Moving around the bush, he disturbs a pile of twigs, a branch fallen from the nearby pine tree. Uncaring, he continues wolfing down the juicy fruits, uncaring who, or what, is watching...

[Anonymous]

He was fairly new to this whole 'zombie' thing. And no one gave him a manual on how everything worked when you were a zombie. So the first time he went a little too long without eat...well let's just say it didn't end well for most in the surrounding area. He had killed twelve people that day...twelve. Each death haunted him, but it didn't stop him from hunting. He needed to hunt, and he knew that he did or else there would be a possibility that he would end up hurting more people. So he only killed those who happened across his path.

That is unless they were smart enough to out smart him.

He continued along the rugged path of the forest, stumbling over rocks and roots, doing little to stop the excess noise from alarming whatever he was going after. He found it silly to attempt to be quiet in a forest full of twigs and bushes; no matter what, noise would be made. If whatever he was going after heard it and ran, there was no way he'd catch it. The thought bothered him slightly, but he was far enough from civilization where his zombie mode wouldn't cause too much destruction. So there was truly no reason to worry.

But as he got closer to where the smell came from, he paused. He straightened himself out and sniffed the air. Salty, warm, a hint of BO. That smell didn't come from an animal. No it was a different creature that made that smell. He sniffed the air once more to make sure he wasn't mistaken. Could it be?

Had he happened upon a human?

His mouth automatically started to water. How rare to find a human this late in the day. And so far from the city. Hah. Poor soul didn't know what was about to hit them. He continued forward, mouth watering. He held on to every human instinct he could. He was getting quite hungry, but he didn't want to kill the human right away. Playing with food was fun also. And he needed a little of that in his life.

As the smell grew stronger, he felt himself growing less and less human. The smell seemed to have mixed with berries. That made his nose crinkle. Perhaps the berries would save this person. Two things he couldn't stand: Plants of any kind (including the fruits they have) and pretty women. There was no particular reason for either of those, but he just couldn't stand them. To be honest he never really could. But that was a different matter entirely.

Ack! He had to learn how to keep his thoughts on track.

The smell eventually got so strong that both his mouth and his eyes were watering. He didn't know if he should continue forward and..well hunt for a meal, or turn around and look for something new to eat. The choice for him wasn't that hard. This was food, and he needed to eat. He pushed through the branches and stared at the skinniest man he had ever seen in his life. He suddenly lost his appetite. This is what he was following? This scrawny piece of meat? What a let down. But hey, at least it was some sort of meal. He shrugged and moved out of his hiding spot behind a tree, licking his lips as he did so. He had lost bodily fluids such as saliva or blood when he died, but licking his lips still seemed...appropriate. A small smile came to his lips as he lurched forward, now attempting to be quiet even though he was sure his presence was already known.

"Hello there?" he spoke formally, a slight accent emphasizing each word. It was the kind of voice that woman swooned over and men were envious of. He often used it to lure in hikers, but in this case, it just happened to be the way he spoke. He figured it wouldn't exactly work on a man, so he wasn't overdoing it.

Unless the man rolled that way. He wasn't one to judge.

[Anonymous]

Jinx was so busy gorging himself on the berries he did not hear the approaching figure. He revelled in the sweet, succulent taste of the fruit, allowing their juice, warm from the days sun, to dribble down his chin.

Then he heard the voice behind him, and lept around the face the owner of it. What he saw made his knees melt and his heart beat a violent rhythm, like it was trying to break free from the confines of his chest. A light sweat instantly sprung up on his forhead, and every fibre of his being ached. A splitting pain cracked through his head, and it was all he could do not to fall over.

Then, as quickly as it came, the pain and ache left him, replaced instead by a sudden urge to do something... but what? He had no idea why, but his entire body felt like it should be doing something, and for a moment Jinx stands still, his body and mind caught between chaos and confusion.

He slowly lifts his arm and uses the tatty grey sleeve to wipe his mouth. The juice from the berries stains the fabric a violent shade of crimson, and he is left with red streaks across his far too thin face.

He is staring at the figure before him. For some reason he cannot explain, he cannot bear to look away...

Wh... Who... Who are you?

[Anonymous]

Heh. This was already fun. He had scared the poor guy. He just stood there, his eyes looking the man over. There really wasn't much meat on him, but he would at least keep the zombie mode away. Halott took a step forward but was stopped instantly by the putrid smell of the berries. It took much of his strength to keep himself there and not run away from the stench.

Gah! How could people eat those things?! The smell...it's disgusting!  He scrunched his nose slightly, and took another step forward, the smile spreading into a kind, though slightly menacing smile. He guessed about how long he had before he would no longer be 'human'. It wasn't long, an hour or so maybe, but it was still enough time to play with his meal. He took another step, placing his foot down as gracefully as a zombie could. The smell was starting to make his vision shake. His eyes were watering slightly, but the fact that he had food in front of him kept him where he was. No use finding something that he would have to chase.

But then things started to feel weird.

First off, the guy wasn't moving. It was as if someone had paused him where he was, other than the fact that he was breathing funny and beginning to sweat a bit. Halott took it for fear, as that seemed to be the only thing that made sense. And he didn't blame the man. In fact, if he wasn't fearful of a hungry zombie, there was clearly something wrong with him. Oh this was going to be fun. The man moved slightly, a slow motion to wipe the juice off his mouth. As he did so, the smell wafted towards Halott, who, in turn, winced away from it. Yuck. There was no way he would be eating this guy while he had that nasty smell covering him.

Maybe wait a few days so he decays a bit.

The man spoke, stuttering a bit. Yes, this would be fun indeed. Halott tilted his head to the side and looked at the man with a charming smile. "Me? Why I am Halott Lélek." He looked the man over once more. "And what may I call you?" His accent was stronger now. Perhaps it was a natural thing for him, or maybe it was because he could almost tell that this man was interested in him in one way or another.

Or maybe he didn't care about either and just wanted to get this over with.

[Anonymous]

Jinx could not will himself to react. The sane part of his brain yelled at him to run. Run as far and as fast as his legs could carry him. But the sane part was trapped, locked away by the curse that plagued his mind. Once upon a time he would have fled screaming from the creature before him, begging for mercy. Yet now he feels rooted to the spot, like there is a physical force holding him in place. Is he suicidal? He had always thought of himself as a survivor. Whatever it was that had happened all those years ago that had caused his amnesia and destroyed his sanity, he had survived that, and all the chaos it had brought into his world. So, why is his survival instinct not telling him to run?...

Because he knew, deep down inside. This... creature before him is exactly what he had been trying to create all those times. All those people he had killed. All those innocent lives he had brutally ended. All those attempts at a 'rebirth' he had tried to give them. All those failures... He had been trying to create an intelligent companion. Someone he could talk to, share things with. Someone who helped calm the insanity in his mind. Someone... like the figure infront of him...

And his voice, each word makes his knees want to buckle. And those blue eyes that look at him with such... hunger. No, he cannot run away...

My name is Thantos. Jinx Thantos. I...

His mind goes blank. The screaming in his mind stops. He cannot speak. He cannot move. All he can do is stare, and want...

[Anonymous]

(If this sounds too much like there is no hope for Jinx, don't worry. I promise i won't have Halott kill him ^^'')

He couldn't remember what point it was exactly that the smell became too overbearing for him, but he crinkled his nose in absolute disgust. He turned his head, hoping to maybe find something else to hunt because right now...ugh that smell was just too much. But nothing made a noise. There were no twigs snapping, no leaves rustling, nothing. It was like the entire forest decided to die at that exact moment. He looked back at the scrawny, fruit-juice covered man and tried his best to smile. He felt slightly dizzy, probably both from hunger and the smell. He would most definitely need to eat soon.

Better speed things up a bit.

He stopped breathing, making the scent of the berries disappear. As a zombie, he had no use for breathing. It just felt strange to not breathe, so he continued with it. Besides, his prey could sometimes pick up on the fact that he wasn't human faster if he wasn't breathing. That wasn't a good way to catch food. But in this case, it didn't seem to matter; his prey seemed frozen where it was. He took another step forward, now only a short running distance away from the man. Even if the man tried to run, he wouldn't be able to get away. Halott may be a zombie, but he was still fast. He began to walk slowly up to the man with no pauses. Just a casual stroll towards him.

He didn't know what his eyes were portraying, but he was sure that at this point they probably hinted at the fact that he was hungry. Damn eyes. There seemed to be no way he could control what others say in them. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now. The man before him, Jinx he said his name was, he seemed so intrigued by Halott. That made Halott break into a teeth bearing smile. His teeth...well they weren't exactly human. They were more like those of a vampire or a canine. They scared, er, terrified most of his victims. It was funny really to see their reaction to the weapon that would soon rip them apart.

Wow he sounded particularly devious today.

His body didn't seem to portray his thoughts though. A good thing too. He was slowly but surely approaching the man, his body shivering involuntarily as he held back the instinct to run full on at Jinx. Ack...stupid instincts. He was a few feet from the man, nearly within reaching distance. "Well Jinx, it's a fine occasion for us to have met here and now. You see I was just looking for a light snack and I was wondering if you wanted to join me." His smile was no longer friendly. Now it held solely onto a menacing factor.

He stopped walking. Now he just stared, his striking blue eyes on the man along with his eerie smile. Poor fool should have run when he had the chance. Now he would have to have some smooth talking to get himself out of this situation.