The Reaper's Word

The Dance

Clair moved climbing down the chute to her left and then over to the right. She half crawled along this until she came to where she wanted. The bathroom she used every so often, she tried to keep her visits to certain rooms sporadic so it couldn't be tracked.

It was hard to maneuver out of it, as the angle was ninety degrees and the opening just big enough for her to fit through. She'd searched the bathroom the first time that she had used it, and was shocked to find very ordinary objects in it.

There was several unopened toothbrushes, toothpaste and mouth wash. Towels were folded and stacked in a rack. In the cabinet below the sink were medical supplies and aspirin, along with different toiletries.

This was seriously a messed up place, who would worry about things like that when they were being hunted down? However Clair looked at the shower and she did long for one. Just to feel human and alive. Sitting on a shelf inside the ornate clawed bath tub was shampoo and conditioner, along with soap. Clair smelled herself and touched her hair, ew, and now she wondered if she had strong body odor. Could the hell hounds smell that better? Shouldn't she kill her scent so she didn't smell as much? 

Clair moved to the door, and cracked it open no one was in the hall. All was silent. She didn't know how such an old house had pluming or these basic needs, she didn't ask what did it matter? However she was feeling a bit more alive today, some strength returning to her that she had lost over the past week. With her heart beating faster, and her deciding her next moves might be worth the risk, she left the bathroom.

Clair darted across the hall on bare feet making very little noise and went into the room there. In here was a bedroom, and she went to the dresser looking to see what was in there. She found a pair of cotton pants, a bit big but they would do for now. Her clothes were grimy, her hair greasy and she figured that having a cleaner scent would blend her more into the house. She figured that was a better bet to go undetected, she didn't want to smell like sweat and grime. It would stand out more.

"If I die, I'm not dying laying in my own filth." She said battling with if this was smart or not. If she was about to become that horror movie victim for doing something stupid.

The house was beautiful, everything in it was ornate and set up like a museum in a way. It was always spotless, even the rooms that had damage done to them. You could leave and come back an hour later and everything would be back in place. Magic, go figure right?

Doors that where cracked or smashed, seemed to replace themselves. Blood stains just seemed to disappear. Clair pushed the memories away and opened another drawer, she grabbed the yellow shirt there. It was button up but that was okay and it looked like it belonged to a man. One that was just a bit bigger than her.

Either way the clothes smelled like the house and that was good. She grabbed a chair in the room and moved to the door. She glanced out and used her sixth sense to feel around her, she practiced constantly to get stronger. Now she could feel large areas around her, move larger objects with her mind. She felt this was going to keep her alive. She did make sure she kept her signature small, or at least she hoped she was. If Clair was good at anything, it had been fading into the background.

Clair moved into the bathroom and closed the door quietly and put the chair up against the handle. Then she stripped quickly, she tossed her shirt, pants and underwear down the chute. They could go. She kept her bra though, and set it with the other clothes, no longer than a few minutes she was going to do this.

Clair took the shampoo bottle and opened it, she squished a good amount in her hand and then rubbed it in her hair. It was dry but that was okay, she didn't want to draw attention, she wasn't going to turn the water on until she was ready and even then she wasn't sure she should.