Hello Everyone, my name is Crazy but Happy, but you may all call me Callie. This is my fourth serious fanfiction; third that I've published here.
I've been really getting into the movie Thir13en Ghosts, and I have a moment of writing clarity, so I am going to enjoy this quite a lot!
Im just starting with a little background info, and the first chapter will be up really soon!
- Callie (Crazy but Happy)
-5 Months Ago-
It was late; already 10:30 if I remembered correctly. An owl hooted outside the window of my office, and I leaned back and sighed. Why did I have to assign an essay on the first week of my Latin history class? It was taking way too long to go over all of them.
As I took a swig out of my iced tea bottle, I heard a knock on my door.
'I could have sworn all of the administration went home by now.' I frowned, wondering how this anyone could get into the building without a key. I opened a drawer in my desk, and took out a small switchblade I had for protection and gripped it in my fist that was in my lap.
"Come in." I said, trying to hide the slight nervousness in that was rising in my throat.
The heavy oak door slowly opened, and I heard a cane click on the floor, followed by a man with graying black hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. An air of mystery and intimidation lingered around the man. I swallowed my fear and smiled pleasantly.
"Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Being in the line of work I was in, I was quite accustomed to speaking with older, sophisticated men, so I wasn't really nervous about that; but something about this man didn't sit right with me.
"Good evening Professor Elizabeth Cavrin, my name is Cyrus Kriticos, and I am in need of your service." I looked at him with a faintly questioning expression,
"Whatever would you need my help for, Mr. Kriticos?" The man reached into his black leather briefcase and pulled out a large hard-covered book. I recognized it instantly, and let out a small gasp.
"Is that…." He smiled and finished my sentence,
"The Arcanum by the astrologer Basileus? Why yes, it is." I looked up at him, and there was an evil glint in his eyes.
"Why...do you need me?" Cyrus stepped up to my desk and opened the book to a page that showed a diagram of an incredibly intricate machine.
"I've heard that you know about this machine, and how to create it." I clenched and unclenched my jaw in anxiety,
"I might have…dabbled in my years abroad…" He chuckled darkly,
"As far as I've heard, it's a bit more than 'just dabbling'." A scowl rose to my lips, and I spoke with a sharp tone,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kriticos, but I refuse to help you with such a project." With that comment, Cyrus' smile disappeared. He quickly marched around my desk, showing me that that cane was just for show, and slapped me across the face. I tried to scream, but he grabbed hold of my neck, blocking off my supply of air.
"Ms. Cavrin, I was hoping to get your help by free will, because I could have paid you quite the handsome fee. But conflict is one thing I am not going to allow." I tried to open my knife, but once he heard the click of the blade, he grabbed tightly onto my wrist, making me drop my only form of protection.
He growled and pulled my face close to his, and spoke with venom lacing his words,
"You will assist me in my project. If you behave and do everything I say," His voice lowered to a harsh whisper,
"I will let you keep your life."
My eyes widened in terror, and the grip around my neck told me that he was completely serious.
"Do I make myself clear?" He asked. I nodded, closing my eyes and staying silent. I knew what I was getting into, and I didn't like it.