"Shit..."
That's all those full lips could utter as her dark eyes slowly crawl up the now present green ghoul. Fingers grasp and grope for the now absent crowbar. Oak snaps her neck over her left should...her right...she is alone with the Grinch. Against her will, he speaks to her. His voice is soothing--a lullaby. The small thin woman can not help but be drawn to it. Slowly, her fear melts like snow on a spring day. He licks his lips and smiles a crooked smile. His mouth seems too big for his ugly pointy head. His teeth almost the same shade of yellow as his eyes. Oakheart cringes inwardly at their sight. Suddenly, she sees herself in third person being charmed like a cobra to a master playing his snake charming flute. The Grinch is the Pied Piper and Oak is the rat...
THIS image shatters the spell. It falls away like broken pieces of a cracked mirror. The antlers are thrust in her face and she catches her hand hovering towards with a mind of it's own. Oakheart finds herself in control once again curls her fingers into a fist and -cracks- it against the knotted and dirty fur. His fur is matted like a rabid raccoon's, thick with mud and sweat.
The small woman takes the time while the Grinch is caught off guard to push passed the slug and bolt down stairs and outside the ruined front door. She trips and falls into the powder snow in her pajamas and bare feet. The cold shocks her and Oak finds her feet pretty fucking quickly but only to meet eye to eye with like red, white, and green dressed elves. "Whoa!" Shock then relief then assertion take place like lenses over a camera. "Help-help me stop them!" Oak looks over her should briefly then back to the more friendly looking elves and thank the heavens their little heads nod in an in synced jingle. Off they go through the snow to Oakheart's neighbor's home.
Dashing through the snow...
The neighbor's home is a one story rancher nestles deep in the blanket of snow. Oak feels herself shiver as her buzz from earlier finally wears off. Silently, she wished for her flask for the warmth and the courage. "Focus, dammit!" She growls to herself under her breath as she approaches the home, opting to go around the back in case there were nasty little demon fucks inside and she could get the drop on them. Ha! When Oakheart tries the door, it's locked tight. The little elves crowding as she tries to force it. "Fuck fuck fuck!" The small woman is exacerbated when a elf puts a hand on her arm and stops her and with a snap of his little fingers, the door opens...
It's dark inside but it's at least quiet except...except for something...
In the glow of the kitchen nightlight, the shadow of fur and teeth leaps outward and the shriek of an elf is high and thin. The neighbor's mutt Bruno has a fucking elf in his mouth! "Bruno! Bruno!" Oak yells as friggen hushed as possible when she grabs the dog's collar. He's given the little guy one hell of a shake when Oak decides the kick the out of control dog straight in the fucking balls...
Bruno lets go.
Oak moves to inspect the poor elf. He's bloody and bruised but alive. A death look is cast over her should at the dog (who now is nursing a pair of swollen testicles) before looking back at the little guy. "Stay here, guys." Vocals are murmured as Oakheart rises to inspect the home. She sweeps the place in a hasty few minutes and determines there is no one in the home but them, the dog, and the older couple whole Oak assumes managed to sleep through the noise because of their lack in belief of hearing aids but this is good. The Christmas tree and presents are still nestled neatly in a picturesque fashion. The woman moves back to the group of little people , who are now petting the damn dog. If the elves can open doors then Oak naturally assumes they can befriend crazy guard dogs."A one of you stay here...he can't walk." Thumb is hitched at the little bloody elf. "Keep the dog with you and use him as a guard. He can help. The rest of the seven of you...let's go."
Into the snow they go again, their shadows laying out of the fresh powder under the full moon's gaze.
This walk is longer till they near the other neighbor's home but something is wrong. Tiny black prints with melt snow lead to this porch. Oak feels her breath catch as the little elves help push her along. She is cold, cold, cold and just wants to sleep but little hands help get that ass moving towards the home.
A soon as Oakheart enter's the home, the smell inside is dank and acidic. It's feels like a tomb. She wrinkles her nose instinctively as the elves pour around her in pitter-patter of booted feet. Where she stops, they continue on, scattering. The woman moves quietly to inspect the living room. It's tree still standing and it's presents still where they were lovingly placed mere hours ago but she doesn't get far before a shrill scream deafens her ears and she slams her hands over her ears. Through watering eyes, she peers up to see a ratchet ass little demon reindeer positively shrieking at the top of it's lungs! Oak starts to feel faint, woozy. The rooms slides too and fro like a ship of choppy seas. She feels sick...sleepy...
But wait! In a dash, one little elf is on top of the little demon bastard and the screaming ends! "Oh thank God!" Oak's proclamation is short lived as more reindeer emerge from the shadows. Slithering and slinking towards her and the tree. The elves and she are surrounded. Oak sucks in her breath sharply as the elves begin to move, conjuring something as the demons near closer...they would not give up without a fight.
"Bring it." A smirk flickers smoothly over her lips when she realizes things were not as they appear. There was magic in this land. Good always trumps evil right? RIGHT?
oakheart
manhattan x october