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Six feet under || OPEN
Anthony was intrigued by this, what did he mean, what was he referring to? These are the kind of questions that ran through his mind. “Questionable acts such as?”
“Heaven forbid I spill my secrets to an unwilling participant.” Charles turned his back on Anthony just as fast as he had approached him, hands clasped behind his back as he stared in wonder at the jars that lined the bookcase.
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Anthony raised an eyebrow. Did he just step into the man’s comfort zone? Did he just make him uncomfortable? Anthony made a mental note of this and held up his hands. “All right then.” He shrugged and took a few steps back from the other mostly to show that he’s giving him his space… for now. “I didn’t mean to offend, neither did I mean to make you upset.”
Charles avoided leveling his eyes upon the other man this time around as he stepped back. His hands hovered over the white linen as he pulled it back over the corpse, covering the girl up. Only then he leveled those dark eyes upon Anthony. “Oh believe me, you do not want to see me upset. Unless... unless you enjoy... certain questionable acts.” Charles gave a step closer, right into the personal space of the other, a dark smile lingering on his lips.
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“No. I was just…looking for something.”
Charles turned upon the distraction with a dark growl in his throat, approaching the girl with hostility in his movements, his voice a dark echo as he addressed her. “So many distractions today. So so many. What on earth could be so important to bring you down here?”
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“I don’t believe so…,,” The brunette responded, looking around. “I have a feeling something is bringing me down here if I’m being completely honest.”
A dark chuckle left the lips of the older man. He kept his back towards the girl, carefully placing a scalpel onto the table beside him, hands covered in surgical gloves as he stared at the body that lay before him on the table. “Please do inform me what that might be?” He turned slowly to face the girl.
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The smallest pout appeared at the older man, her arms lingering across her chest as she took very few steps forward. “What… what are you doing down here?” Light emerald hues shifted from the man to whatever was in front, the metal making her curioser and curioser.
Charles turned slightly away from the girl, facing the metal slab of a table before him, the one that had a body on it with a perfectly white linen covering it. “Do come closer, do come and see dear child.” He slowly pulled the linen off from the body, revealing a creature that lay beneath, a monster made up off different parts, stitched together with perfect precision.
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Anthony was weary for a moment but his curiosity kicked in and he didn’t care at all to approach the table, what’s the worst that could happen to him? He could die? A voice deep inside Anthony’s mind laughed at the thought. “So you killed her and performed some kind of experiment on her… calling it science? I thought we had an agreement on not adding more ghosts to the list?”
Charles leveled his dark eyes on Anthony, almost as if staring into his soul, hands paused and held steady. He looked back down, finished the last stitch and cut the chord, straightening himself, speaking without looking at him. “Agreement? I will never have an agreement with the likes of you. As for adding to the ghost count, I dare say it offends me that you suggest it in the first place. No, this body came from outside the house.”
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Val shuffled further into the basement, silently wishing that she had a flashlight on her. She drifted off into one of the corners, eyeing a few boxes before picking one out. The ghostly teen tried to pick it up, but her skinny arms failed. Instead, she grabbed one of the sides and dragged it towards the center of the room. “… What exactly are you working on?” She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Yes, he was creepy and had even creepier tools beside him, but Val felt fairly confident that she could handle whatever it was - afterall, she watched her friends do some horrible things back when she was alive. “Some sort of weird science experiment?”
Charler watched as the girl started to search, head slightly tilting to the side, hands clasped behind his back. He doubted she would find what she was looking for. More likely she would find a collection of things she would have preferred to never lay her eyes on. He blinked at her question then for the smallest moment diverted his gaze to the metal slab of a table behind him, a body lay upon it with a white cloth covering it. The curves were obviously female. His dark gaze returned to the girl. “Science is an adequate description of my work indeed. I am a surgeon after all and it so happens that the human body fascinates me. I suppose that comes with the territory of failed reanimation. The best way to learn more about the inner workings of a body is to open it up after all.”
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Anthony tilted his head slightly to the side and watched Charles for a moment. “Probably, but then again finding everyone’s bones would probably be the biggest problem…” He moved a bit closer to see what he was working on. “What are you working on here?” He pointed in the direction of the corpse.
Charles suppressed a growl as the other man approached. He was holy over his work and generally disliked company or unwanted interest in his extra curricular activities. Anthony seemed to be genuinely curious and so Charles spoke as he worked, eyes focused profusely on the needle in his hands. “Science, friend, science. I’m sowing her up. Best way to learn more about the human body is to slice it open and look inside, but I am a gentleman after all and as such I fix them up before I’m done with them.”
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Anthony’s eyebrow arched upward, completely intrigued as to why the other seem so disinterested in more ghosts… Wasn’t he the one that started the whole murder house? Anthony was pretty sure that once a killer starts to get the taste for blood they wouldn’t stop until they are satisfied, and killing seems insatiable. “Someone understands, but isn’t there a way to get rid of them? Some shaman believes that if you burn the bones the spirit is set free.”
“Get rid of them?” Charles chuckled, a dark sound that seemed to echo through the room. He looked at Anthony as if he were a child, disdain in his expression. “Don’t you think it would have been done if it were possible?” Charles turned his back on Anthony, taking up a needle with surgical thread attached he started to stitch up an open cut on the corpse he had on the table.
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“I, um… a little bit, yes…”
Charles finished with the scalpel, placing it down onto the metal table with an audible metallic sound then slowly turned to face the small girl. “Might I point you in the right direction then? I doubt much will hold your attention down here.”
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While most things in the house failed to creep the petite ghost out, Val couldn’t stop the goosebumps that trailed up and down her spine as the man turned around. Brown eyes followed his hands for a mere second before looking back to him. “…. A couple of cassette tapes,” she replied, her free hand running along her buzzed scalp. “I think I left a few in here the mid-nineties. And, I kind of need them.” Technically, Val didn’t need them - and, simply talking to the man was giving her the ’heebie-jeebies’. But, since she was already in the basement, she thought it’d look stupid to leave just mere seconds after she went downstairs.
Charles was one to let no detail go without noticing, meticulous in his dealings with other beings just as he was when it come to surgery. He was a perfectionist in most aspects, which naturally meant that his dark eyes never left the gaze of the young girl for even a single moment. He nodded slowly as she revealed what it was she came for. “Well then, feel free to look around but do mind this corner behind me. I doubt you have much interest in seeing... my work.” He knew who she was. Naturally. He made it his business to know the names of the ghosts who inhabited his house. Oh yes indeed it was his house and they were his guests.
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Seeing the man smile was almost a camera moment. He doesn’t seem like the type to express his emotions so freely. Anthony pulled out a zippo lighter he swiped from one of the college chumps he found irritating at some point, flicked it open and back closed again. He opened it, lit it up and ran his hand through the flame a few times, it was almost a way for him to center himself. He flicked it shut when he heard Richard’s name. “What is it about the living that intrigues him that much? Do we really need more dead around here?”
A spark of jealousy flashed over Anthony’s face but he quickly suppressed it.
Charles eyes dropped to the metallic lighter in Anthony’s hands, lingering for a moment before returning to stare straight into his eyes, unflinching yet distant. The man seemed to be on edge, slightly hateful even. He almost seemed bitter. How curious. “More dead, heaven forbid. It has become near impossible to do my work any longer. Distractions. So many distractions.”
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Valerie froze at the sound of the sound of the voice, a quiet, “fuck,” escaping her lips. She had been under the impression that she was invisible… which meant the past ten minutes before she walked into the basement, her ‘sneaking’ around the kitchen to steal food, didn’t go as smoothly as she previously thought. B A bag of chips in her hand, she took a couple more steps down the stairs before replying. “Uh, no, not lost,” Val replied, glancing over to where the voice was coming from. “I was actually gonna try to find something.”
Charles turned to face the girl before him, slowly, almost methodically. Ghosts rarely visited the basement and as such any that made it down here served as a source of curiosity to his old and tattered soul. So many distractions these last few days. He replaced the scalpel in his hands to the small table beside him, hands coming together behind his back. “And what would that be?”
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Anthony leaned back against the wall when the other turned around to look at him. Something about this man makes him slightly uncomfortable but in the way that he wants to know more about him. Anthony raised an eyebrow when the man asked why he seeks out Richard when he was the one that killed him.
“Every ghost has their little secrets, don’t we..? It’s not always fun to share everything with the world… Gotta have a little mystery to this whole facade.” He gestured to himself.
A light chuckle left Charles’ lips, more a pleasantry than anything else. Outwardly he seemed to be barely interested in anything, but in truth this ghost in particular fascinated him. Why would you become friendly with the man who disemboweled you? Must be some form of Stockholm. He nodded curtly. “Very well, I can’t make you speak if you do not wish to. Richard hasn’t been down here too often. I think he’s made himself more at home upstairs. I believe the racket attracts him.”
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“So they say!”
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and shrugged. Anthony craned his neck to try to see what the man is doing over there. At the mention of Richard’s name a cold chill rippled down Anthony’s spine… Oh if he could just get the man to– shit he’s still waiting for an answer, answer him! “It would seem so.”
Charles took his time to slowly pull his gloves from his hands, placing them on the table as well. He rubbed his hands together, intense eyes fixed on the man before him, he approached, curiosity peaked. “You were one of his victims, no? Why do you actively seek the man out if he was the one to kill you?”
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“Lost? Me? Nah, I don’t think so… Seems like you brought the one man party down here. Would be a shame to trash it.” Anthony shrugged a shoulder, a slight smirk resting on his lips.
“Anthony Walker.” Charles turned to face the ghost, returning the scalpel in his hands to the table close by. Nonchalance seemed to be his ruling feature at the given moment considering the corpse that lay behind him on the metal slab of a table. “Looking for Richard?”
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“Welcome to the basement, are you lost?”
