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Ridi & Kaliko {PRP} Revenge...
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Present time . . . With the rise of technology, distraught souls of those passed on have been left to fester with feelings of despair and thoughts of r e v e n g e . . . Normally the Presences of the recently dead need only one person with the gift to help them pass on. But after so many years of neglect, souls ravaged by unfulfilled last wishes have begun to reek havoc across the Earth . . . |
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..........K a l i k o ' s . . M a i n . . C h a r a c t e r s
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..........K a l i k o ' s . . P r e s e n c e s
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Aisley squinted under the fluorescent light and stared down at the pale elderly face below her.
Poor Mrs. Gibson. She sighed quietly, combing the strands of the gray wig so it framed her face just like it did in her picture. She spent to next 2 minutes fiddling over the fringe. There was one strand that just didn't belong on the left, and it didn't belong on the right. It just didn't belong, but it's not like she could just cut it off... maybe trim it and keep it down with hairspray? No, that would look to shiny on this type of wig. Maybe mousse? God, did she even have any? She could go pick some up at the store after work, she supposed. Mrs. Gibson's funeral wasn't for another couple of days or so, so she had plenty of time. She focused her attention to the complexion. Grabbing some toner she quietly painted it on the woman's face, eyes and face focused in a look of calm concentration. She sat there on her metal stool, going over the eyebrows and cheekbones and chin in fluid strokes when she felt a presence shift behind her. She turned, glancing over her shoulder to see if her boss has come in. He hadn't. She went back to what she was doing. She finished evening out the toner, brushing it over multiple times. It had to be flawless, even if it took hours to finish. Her boss never complained about her perfectionist nature, he said the customers appreciated it, and it's not like she had anything better to do. Moving to the next colour, she bean to blot it on with a makeup sponge. She felt a presence move behind her again, but heard no door or footsteps. She continued what she was doing, but whispered out to the empty room, "Can I help you with something?" She felt the presence behind her altercate between the emotions of anger and curiosity as it deliberated an answer. She waited patiently for some kind of response, while still blotting on the colour. She heard the door creak open and close and the spirit left her. Hm, well that was odd. Oh well, people would be arriving for the next funeral in a couple hours. She better go prepare the service. |
William fiddled with his tie as he drove down the freeway. What a horrible time for a funeral. Couldn't his uncle have waited to die until midterms were over? It's not like he had known that guy that well; no one in the family really did. His father's oldest brother had always been a loner. And unlike his loner uncle, he had a life that he needed to get back to.
He cussed a little as he rolled down the window. He hope the funeral was going to be outside, or he was going to burn up in this tux. Only a few more miles until he arrived at the funeral home. |
Aisley had carefully arranged the flowers around the casket, they had to be just right. Lilies and white roses adorned the pedestals; Aisely swore she smelled heavily of white lilies, she handled them so often the pollen coated her skin and clothes.
But that was okay, because she loved the smell; they smelled so sweet. The deep red mahogany of the coffin glowed in the soft yellow lights and the funeral home sat quiet, peaceful. When the flowers had been set up, a couple pedestals either side and a colourful casket spray; orchids and daisies and forget-me-not's. Aisley smiled at the restful presentation honouring Mr. Prince. She set to work dusting the pews; the windows filtering in daylight which highlighted the dust that was released. 20 minutes later the still silence was broken by some deliberate footsteps. The double oak doors of the small chapel opened and a lanky old man stepped in. He looked around, a pleased smile on his face. "The place looks wonderful Aisley, you always do such a great job." Aisle blushed and mumbled, "Oh, uh, thanks Mr. Iwanski," She kept her eyes focused on her dusting. "But it was nothing." She shot him a small smile awkwardly to show her gratitude. He chuckled. "Oh Aisley, always more at home with the dead than the living, hm?" She squirmed a little but agreed with a chuckle. "Yeah." He smiled and scurried off to the lobby as she finished the dusting and put away the cloth. A few minutes later the priest arrived, and a few minutes after that the funeral party slowly started filtering into the chapel. Aisley excused herself from the pew she was in to stand to the side of the chapel in the far corner. She laced her fingers in front of her, smiling politely and nodding at anyone who looked her way. |
A mile out from the funeral home, William pulled over to a desolate gas station, filled up his car, and then got back in. He sat there for a few moments, staring at nothing in particular. Then he opened the glove compartment and dug around for a little while before pulling out a small pill bottle. He shook it a little; there weren't many left.
William sighed a little as he read his name on the prescription label. He opened the top and glanced inside. That should be enough to get through this weekend and midterms. Yeah, he just needed to focus on one day at a time. So he took a pill before putting the bottle away and driving on toward the funeral home. -- The funeral party wasn't very large. Only some of the closer family seemed to arrive along with a handful of friends. They were solemn, but there weren't any tears yet as they filtered inside for the service. Most of them were fashionably early. -- William took a moment to straighten his tie, check his hair, and silence his phone before making his way to the chapel. He was right on time. |
Aisley watched the funeral party slowly filter in until it was time for the ceremony. It was quite a small group of people, all together they barely took up two pews.
The Priest was just finishing up a conversation with Mr. Iwanski, getting ready to start the ceremony, when the chapel doors opened once again. In walked a young man in a tux with an impeccable sense of timing. He was cutting it a little close to the start time, probably a minute later and he would've interrupted the ceremony. She watched him, idly wondering why Mr. Prince's funeral party was so small. |
William quickly made his way to a seat next to his little brother Jasper who gave him a nod as he walked over since a fist bump was probably inappropriate for a funeral. William nodded back and took his seat.
William's father glanced at his sons disapprovingly before turning back to the front. He wasn't upset at them for long though. About a minute after the service started, the doors opened and another guest snuck in. Uncle Steele had a knack for being disruptive and late. Everyone seemed to be annoyed with his tardiness except for Jasper and William. But William didn't really care as he took up a pew all for himself. At least he's wearing a tux and took out his piercings, William thought. It was nice of him to try and be a little respectful at his brother's funeral. So the funeral continued without any other major interruptions. William tuned it all out after about five minutes, staring at the person's head in front of him. |
The priest began the service, reciting the proper funeral rites and prayers. A minute in and another guest entered the chapel, black hair in dreadlocks, but otherwise dressed in typical funeral attire. Some of his family looked annoyed at the tardy attendant but Aisley didn't have the heart. She had been hoping for late arrivals, she couldn't believe that the funeral party was complete.
She studied the heads in the crowd as the priest read the Bible. Different priests selected different passages to comfort families, but generally many of them were repeated. Aisley had heard these passages before, and she smiled at the familiarity. She was comfortable with death because she was surrounded by it, but many people weren't. Mr. Iwanski always exaggerated this; one of his main motives was to help the families of the deceased accept the death of their loved one. He liked to be there to comfort them. The priest finished his passages and asked if anyone wanted to come and say a few words about Mr. Prince. |
A few people went up to talk about William's uncle that had passed away. But no one stayed up there for too long or had anything too substantial to say. William's father went up and gave the driest speech of them all. After that was Uncle Steele, who put a little more heart into it. At the end, he finally alluded to something about his actual life. "... I hope now he and Esme can finally be happy together..." And with that, the Uncle took a seat.
One of the last people to go up was Jasper, despite a look from his father. He was quiet for a moment before suddenly jumping into a story about one of the days he had visited his uncle in the mental hospital before he died. Almost everyone shifted uncomfortably as he told the story. His father looked almost ready to stand up and go get him. But he didn't. William rubbed his head a little. Dinner with the family tonight was going to be grand. But overall, the story was rather touching and well thought through. It gave the uncle a little color and personality despite the background it painted for him. Jasper never said it, but if the pieces from the story were put together it sounded like he had died of heartache from the death of his Esme. Surprisingly, the story didn't end on a dreary note. But from the look his father was giving him as Jasper went to sit down, it looked like Jasper was going to have a dreary night. |
Ailey's favourite part had finally come. She loved to watch people as they talked about their beloved deceased, it was touching and curious all at once.
One by one family went up, and Mr. Prince was honoured. A younger looking boy stood up and gave a speech about his uncle's heartbreak, which was a beautiful finish. Aisley smiled, this small little service ended up being just as touching as all the rest. She moved from the chapel quietly, exiting through one of the side-corridors and into the service room. The caterers had already come and gone, and the food was set up nicely. Aisley noticed a nice platter of shiny red strawberries and pinched one off the plate discretely, chewing on it while she checked everything was in proper order. |
So once the service was over, everyone started making their way to grab something to eat. They mingled and talked quietly, mostly about other matters. It looked like the only one who wanted to talk to Uncle Steele was Jasper, which worked out fine since Jasper's father was subtly ignoring them.
William did the minimum socializing that was required before snacking on some of the food that was available and texting on his phone. This worked out well for awhile before Uncle Steele and Jasper started talking to him. "You're what-?" William asked. "I'm coming to dinner!" Steele repeated happily. Yep. This was going to be a long night indeed... So William tried to stay in his own world, not noticing a lot of what was going on around him. |
Aisley watched the family gather together, making small talk. She would occasionally visit the catering table and pinch another strawberry away, but otherwise she kept to herself.
She watched the priest comfort some family members, and Mr. Iwanski speak to others. But her favourite person to watch was the man with dreadlocks. The family seemed to dislike his company and avoid him, but the gentle boy from earlier would talk to him. He seemed like a very colourful character, very strange. These were the type of people Aisley was most attracted to, she found herself oddly enamored with the abnormal, the awkward. She could best relate to those who never fit in. She found herself smiling as she watched the man declare happily he was coming to dinner, his exuberance contagious. The family around him seemed less than pleased, except the younger boy, who smiled along with him. |
Steele and Jasper didn't leave William alone. Uncle Steele began asking the boys about college and life in general. Eventually he got William to contribute to the conversation.
When it was time to leave, everyone slowly started filling out. Jasper went with his parents. Steel and William went to their own cars. But William's phone had dropped out of his pocket when Steele had given him a big goodbye hug. Now it was laying quietly on the ground next to the strawberries. |
As the guest started leaving, Aisley nodded pleasant farewells before starting to clean up the service room. She began clearing away the used paper plates by the flower tables, when she saw a cellphone on the ground by the catering table.
She inched towards it, aware that it should be returned to its owner but disliking the human interaction that would require. She looked around the room and saw a few people still lingered, and hoped they noticed it before she reached it. No one did, so Aisley sighed and picked it up. Now she had to ask people about it. Maybe if she could find Mr. Iwanski he would do the questioning for her. She looked around for him, but he was chatting with some guests at the front. |
William didn't notice and soon he was driving away. He wouldn't notice that he had lost his cell phone until later that night when he was having dinner with the family. He couldn't find it in his car, so he called the funeral home.
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Aisley had turned the phone into Mr. Iwanski and promptly forgotten about it. She knew he would take care of it.
She had finished cleaning up the catering from Mr. Prince's service, and even though it wasn't good conduct she put all of the leftover strawberries in a bag to take home. There was quite a few, when Mr. Iwanski saw her with the bag he chuckled but otherwise said nothing about her sweet-tooth. He allowed her to take home food that was leftover from services sometimes because he personally hated wasting food, but his wife would grumble if he ever brought leftovers home. Aisley spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the service hall and chapel and helping Mr. Iwanski go through all the paperwork. He had quite a few burials to attend to this week. At around six the phone rang. Mr. Iwanski always attended to the phone calls, he was well aware of Asiley's dislike for human interaction. He passed Aisley some forms to be labeled and mailed off as he picked up the phone with his free hand. "Oak Hill funeral home, Mr. Iwanski speaking, how may I help you?" |
So William introduced himself, explained the situation, and described his phone.
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Mr. Iwanski nodded as Asiley continued to file. "Oh yes, your the owner of this phone then? Would you prefer to come retrieve it sometime later this week, or would you like me to have my assistant drop it off at your house?"
At the mention of assistant Aisley looked over to the older man, worry evident on her face. |
"That's alright," William replied. "What hours are you open tomorrow?"
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"From 9 to 6pm." Mr Iwanski said, and Aisley breathed out a sigh of relief.
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William told Mr. Iwanski he'd drop by in the morning to pick up his phone, thanked him, and hung up.
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Mr. Iwanksi hung up and turned to Aisley. "The young man who left his phone will pick it up tomorrow morning. I might have an appointment with a client then, if so can you make sure he gets it back?"
Aisley nodded and began sticking stamps to the envelopes. Mr. Iwanski smiled and yawned, stretching out his skinny pale arms into the air. "It's getting late, you can head home soon if you would like. We can finish this off tomorrow." Aisley smiled gently. "Okay, I'll just finish these last envelopes and drop them off at the post box on the way home." |
The next morning, drove back to the funeral home and arrived at about nine thirty. He was still a little frazzled from the night before, but it had been a nice drive and the funeral home was quiet unlike his house.
Instead of a tux, he wore simple jeans and his college sweatshirt since everything else was still waiting to be washed. The college he attended wasn't too far away; maybe thirty minutes. So he walked over to the main office and invited himself inside. |
Aisley got in to work early the next morning and finished the paperwork. She had dropped off most of the envelopes last night but there were still a couple that needed to be filed and taken care of.
A young man walked into the main office with jeans and a sweatshirt from the local college. Aisley recognized him from last night and glanced over, but otherwise busied herself with the paperwork. Mr. Iwanski was in a meeting, but maybe he would pop out and take care of the guy for her, she was never that great with customer service. Hopefully he'd pop out of the meeting any minute. |
William didn't notice Aisley at first. He paused at the doorway, assuming he'd find Mr. Iwanski. But when he didn't see him, he took a step toward the desk. And at that first step, something started to happen. William didn't notice, but Aisley could sense something vile.
It wasn't a presence... not quite yet. But a dark energy began to flow in the room in anticipation of something's arrival. With each echoing step toward Aisley, the energy got thicker and more suffocating. Whatever it was... it was coming. And there was no way to stop it. |
Aisley busied herself, still hoping for Mr. Iwanski to appear even as the young man began to walk towards the front desk.
But then- she felt it. It suffocated her, a heavy layer of darkness covered the room. Something was coming. Something evil. Aisley looked up at the young man, pale eyes frightened. It was coming from him. It was coming for him. |
Soon William was at the front of the desk. And it was at the door that separated this place from the other. But then, it waited.
"... Hello?" William asked Aisley quietly as he looked at her. "Do y-... Are you alright?" The energy shuttered like it was full of anticipation. Or getting impatient. |
Aisley looked at him, eyes wide with something akin to terror. It was coming, it was getting closer. The boy said hello to her in a cautious manner, perhaps he sensed it too?
She swallowed heavily, throat dry. She met the young man's eyes, searching them. What was happening? Why was this young man bringing this terror here? He was at the service last night, yes, he must be the one who dropped his phone... but she had not sensed this evil then. The young man, however, seemed to be fully unaware of the dread filling the room, worried only about the strange girl in front of him, so she tried to croak out a couple words. "Ah..." She started, voice a little hoarse and quiet. "Are you... you're here to...um..." She stopped trying to talk and instead moved to the other side of the desk to grab his cellphone, and only when she handed it to him did she notice her hands were trembling. |
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