Once again – getting a little Nasty tonight. I’ve got time to kill for writing because i’m waiting for my Beta to get back to me about a chapter I wrote for my one story. To those reading this from fanfiction.net, it’s for the Healer’s Touch and I’ll tell you ALL about it later. 😉
For now, here’s the next instalment of our NastyPixie tale. Another one joins the ranks. J
Nasty Pixie Tale Part 6
The Nasties watched as Mud lurched to the door and opened the door with her precise zombie movements. There was a wail from the inside of the cottage and the rest of the group could hear cupboards being opened and shut.
“Awaaay!” The ghost started wailing again. “Staay! Awaaay!” There was a terrible noise from inside the house as things started moving around and furniture was slammed against the walls. The poltergeist acting ghost tried to slam the door in Mud’s face but the zombie effectively put her foot in the door.
“None of that now!” she said sharply. “You’ll break something.”
“I think that’s the idea,” Alyss muttered under her breath. “Kylie!”
Antonio quickly grabbed the ninja as she stood up again and this time kept her pinned to the ground. “Give them space,” he growled. Kylie sighed defeated and rolled her eyes.
The temperature in the area dropped considerably, causing the Nasties to draw closer together unconsciously. Mud however, remained standing, her face locked with determination.
“You don’t scare me,” she said patiently. “So I suggest you calm down and show yourself.”
The windows rattled as the voice shrilled menacingly. “Stay away from this house!”
Mud snorted. “If you can hear me you can be reasoned with,” she said. “Now, show yourself. Quietly. You might break a window. I think breaking my neck’s enough for one day.”
There was a definitive pause in the activity as the ghost seemed to consider this statement. “I cannot let anyone in,” the ghost said – her voice a little bit more reasonable. “This is my house to protect. Mine.”
“Possessive spectre isn’t she?” Marsha whispered under her breath. Kylie, who was still being pinned by Antonio, glanced at her and nodded.
“If she haunts this place she probably feels compelled to protect it. It’s completely instinctive. She sees this house as hers.”
“Ah well,” Mud said, smiling her half smile. “Then this is my house because something in here belongs to me.”
Everybody looked at the zombie surprised and for the first time, a faint outline appeared in the doorway. “Yours?” the ghost said surprised.
“Yes,” Mud said calmly and pushed what was left of her hair away from her head. “My ear.”
There was a communal feeling of shock as the group stared at Mud’s head to the spot where her ear was supposed to be. “And,” Mud continued, oblivious to their horror. “If something of mine is in this house, it means this house is mine by rights and I’m allowed to come in. Unless of course you can dispute that you were here before me. Which I don’t think you were because my ear’s been in here for as long as you.”
“Ah…” Without warning the ghost became corporal, her pale face scrunched up in worry. She wasn’t quite as tall as Mud, but looked up at the undead with a look of bewilderment. “What are you?”
Mud smiled and let her hair drop back. “I am Mud,” she said. “And you are?”
The ghost sniffed and pushed a strand of purple hair behind her ear. “Confused,” she said. “Completely.”
Mud smiled and tried to pat the ghost on the soldier. She didn’t flinch or show any reaction when her arm passed right through the spectre and rather lurched into the house, straight through the young woman. “You can join the club my dear,” she said and moved to a jar that was standing on the bookcase. “The Nasty Club. Do you have a name?”
Kylie managed to squirm out of Antonio’s grip and jumped towards the ghost. “Great tattoo!”
For a moment, Tiffany’s face contorted with anger and her appearance became less corporal. “You tried to break into my house!” Kylie chuckled and shrugged.
“You really do this ghost thing well!”
Tiffany blinked and became more corporal, the heart on her cheek becoming more visible. “Oh sorry!” She said. “I don’t know why that happens. I just become so angry when I feel that people are touching my property. Are you with…” She motioned to the zombie who was struggling to open a jar. “Mud?”
Kylie grinned and nodded. “We’re all with Mud,” she said and motioned to the others. “Come on everybody, I think she’s… tame.”
Tiffany looked at the others with a frown on her pitched face, the tiny heart on her cheek almost glowing. “I still don’t know who you all are,” she confessed. “And what… the hell are those?!” She disappeared quite suddenly, only to reappear behind Marsha, Antonio and Alyssa. The three turned around surprised and looked at the ghost who was looking at them with equal fascination.
“Nasties,” Phil offered as he stepped forward with a small smile from where he had been hiding. “We’re the Nasty Nine Tiffany. Or… The Nasty Seven at this stage but I’m sure the others will pop up at some point. Do you remember Kylie’s drawings?”
The ghost thought for a moment then blinked as it dawned on her. She became less corporal, but smiled suddenly and stepped closer. “Of course!” she said. “Oh, that does make a lot of sense. Wow,” she laughed suddenly. “Hello guys! I’m so sorry for acting the way I did, I don’t know what comes over me.”
Antonio relaxed, though his feline tail remained twitching as he stepped forward and offered his hand to Tiffany. “Totally acceptable behaviour for a ghost.” He said with a smile. “Hello Tiffany, it’s great to see you.”
Tiffany smiled and reached out to take his paw like hand but hers went right through his. “Antonio right?” she queried then looked at her hand. “Oh dear – that doesn’t happen every day.”
Antonio chuckled, if a bit uncomfortably, and shrugged. “It’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened today. Let me introduce you to the gang. This is Phil,” he pointed to the green haired young man who waved good naturedly. “Marsha and…” Tiffany disappeared without warning and seconds later, another ghostly wail shook the cottage.
“Leeaave thaaat aloooone!”
Antonio and Marsha quickly rushed into the house to see what was going on, but Phil remained where he was, his expression sceptical as he heard a crash from inside the room. He looked at Alyssa who was looking out towards the forest where they had come from. The light was changing slowly to the soft colours of dusk, touching the cottage with a warm glow.
Alyssa sighed and looked at the not so naked anymore Nasty.
“Think she’s got an off switch?” she queried without mentioning names.
Phil smiled at her and shook his head as he walked closer to the door. From inside the house, the two could hear Kylie wail. “But it’s a human-zombie ear! I just want to see…”
“It just wouldn’t be the same,” Phil said wistfully and motioned inside the cottage where Tiffany was hovering over Kylie who was holding the jar with Mud’s ear in it. The zombie was leaning against a book case, looking placid as Kylie shook the jar at Tiffany. The ghost was clearly furious, though barely corporal as all the doors in the house rattled. Marsha and Antonio were looking around for something to distract either Kylie or Tiffany with, though neither was having any luck as the two were completely focused on each other. “Now, tell me you’re not impressed with this sight.”
Alyss smiled slightly and stepped closer, looking through the window at her strange friends. “The zombie, the ninja, the ghost, the tiger and the dog,” she started. “It’s like a bad bar joke.” She sighed again and smiled at Phil, motioning to him to step aside so that she could get into the house. “One, I have to confess, I’m happy to be a part of.”
Phil grinned at her as she walked past then hollered over her shoulder.
“Kylie! Put that down!”
TO BE CONTINUED…