Changeling: Spirella and Mirella
Changeling woke up with no idea where she was. It was a few minutes before she remembered everything. She got up and stretched. Time for more saving the library. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” She said. The old man opened the door.
“I’ve got some old clothes of my sister’s if you want them.” He said, bringing over a box. “I don’t think you want to wear the same clothes every day, supposed to be bad for your health.” Changeling went over and looked in the box.
“Wow,” She said, pulling out a soft purple sweater. “These are amazing! And there’s pants!” She said with excitement. “I’m sick of wearing dresses! Thank you!” She hugged the old man. He chuckled and patted her head.
“I’ll leave you to change.” He said, moving towards the door. Changeling let go and said another thanks. He smiled broadly and closed the door as he left.
As soon as he closed the door, Changeling ripped off her old clothes and put on the sweater and a pair of black shorts. At the bottom of the box, there were black slippers, which she put on enthusiastically.
There was a sudden clicking noise in the bathroom. Changeling was immediately on high alert. She looked around for a weapon and upon finding none, settled for her old jacket.
She walked over and pulled open the bathroom door. There was nothing there. The clicking sound had stopped too.
She walked slowly inside, looking around for the source. There was a click behind her and the door closed. Changeling whirled around and saw a spider-like girl on the ceiling. She had six arms, short black hair and wore a scary bug-like grinning mask with strange tusks protruding from the mouth. Changeling jumped back opening her mouth to scream but something gently put a cloth in front of her mouth and the world turned black as she fell back against the thing behind her.
Spirella crept down from the ceiling. She laughed. The laugh echoed around the chamber as a series of clicks. She stopped and took off the mask, tossing it up to the dark purple web she’d made on the ceiling. For a soul-stealer, the girl had been too easy to take down.
“Must still be a child” she commented, looking at the black haired girl curled up on the ground. “Mirella, carry the girl.” She ordered, turning away as the doll made a pitiful sighing sound and tossed the green cloth into the sink. It then picked up the girl bridal style. Spirella spit onto her hands, rubbed them together and separated them, the sticky substance stretching apart and hardening to form a web. A spider crept out of Spirella’s sleeve and used it’s own webbing material to complete the symbols. The web started to glow and the spider scurried back into the sleeve. “Mission complete, request transportation.” Spirella said into the web before tearing it apart and tossing it’s remains to the ground.
A swirling black hole appeared on the wall and Spirella walked through, the doll dutifully walking though after her.
“Walk beside me.” Spirella ordered. The doll obeyed. “Grandmother’s not here anymore, remember? We no longer have to act so formal.” Spirella’s words provoked no response from the doll. The doll had been made by Spirella’s grandmother from human flesh, web, and tortured souls. It had been meant for Spirella to use as a servant, but in recent years, she’d been experimenting, trying to get it to do more than just follow orders. Still no response. Spirella thought.
Spirella and the doll emerged from the blackness to a lighter place, though it was still dark. She could sense the thousands of eyes trained upon her.
“Mirella.” Spirella said. “It seems a little extermination is in order.” Mirella sprang into action, dropping the girl and jumping up to the cavern ceiling. Spirella caught the girl and gently lowered her to the ground. Chaos erupted from above. The thousands of scorpion bats which had been watching from the ceiling emerged from their hiding places and swarmed the doll.
It was fascinating, watching Mirella fight. The doll never showed any sign of pain when stabbed by the long stingers, nor reacted to the deafening screeches of the bats as she grabbed them by the necks and with a simple squeeze, ended their lives.
Within a few minutes the size of the swarm was greatly reduced, and seeing that the bats were no match for the puppet, the leaders called off the attacks and fled from the cave through a small opening in the roof.
Spirella clapped politely as the doll walked silently over. Mirella was covered in stab wounds. Spirella inspected them and decided that the best choice of action was to do a little sewing.
“Sit.” Spirella commanded the doll. “And show me your wounds.” The doll ignored the second order, and it only took Spirella a second to figure out why. She laughed. “Of course! These gouges aren’t even wounds in your opinion!” She grinned widely, showing her fangs. She was making wonderful progress. “To the living.” Spirella said to Mirella, holding up the doll’s arm and fingering the gouges. “These are considered wounds.”
“Ow.” The doll whispered.
“You speak! Well I’ll have to work extra hard now won’t I?!” Spirella said excitedly producing a needle from her sleeve and putting it’s pointy end in her mouth. She took it out and a silver thread trailed behind. She started to sew up the doll’s wounds, silently grinning the entire time.
Charles entered the room he had given to Changeling. It was empty. He prayed that his hunch had been wrong.
He walked into the bathroom and looked around. There was a dark purple web with a demon mask in the center of it, and black slime coating one wall. There was also a dark green piece of cloth in the sink. He touched it and his fingers came away green. He rinsed off his hands with a grave expression on his face. That kind of sleeping drug was expensive but extremely potent. It was commonly used to capture soul-stealers. There was also the glowing remains of a web on the ground. He walked slowly back to his study and once inside, he sat in his chair.
If he’d still been young, Charles would have gone after Changeling without hesitation. But Charles was no longer young, and the ones who’d taken her were professionals.
There was nothing he could do, just as there had been nothing he could do the day his sister had died.
Charles put his head in his hands, but after a moment, he forced himself to get up and walk out into the workshop to finish his masterpiece. But as he fiddled with the wires, and worked on the delicate circuitry, Charles found that his heart wasn’t in the work.
There was nothing he could have done for Emilia, but as he thought about it, there was still one thing he could do for Changeling. Charles looked towards the orb on the pedestal. Still one thing...If it wasn’t too late.
Yay!!! I finished it!! I feel so proud of myself!!!! Also, since you may all be very confused and because I feel like it, so I'm going to explain some things!
A Soul-Stealer is a person who can capture souls and use them. For example, Spirella's grandmother, who was a Soul-Stealer, used her powers to create a servant for Spirella. The powers aren't genetic.
Spirella is a species of spider called a Blessed Spider, which is a spider capable of taking human form. They aren't actually blessed, that's just what they're called. They have venom similar to a Brown Recluse's but it's stronger and faster acting. Instead of producing web like a normal spider, they simply use their spit to create webs. Web is normally grey in color, but with lots of practice, some spiders are capable of changing their web color.
Scorpion Bats are bats with long scorpion stingers that find other animal's caves to roost in and ambush the animal when it enters. Horrible pests in most people's opinions. Are very aggressive and are known to attack whole villages. A bit cowardly though.
That's pretty much all I can think of right now but feel free to ask questions.