Lab attack (closed)

It was dark, around 12:00 am. It was cool in the swamp near new orleans. in that swamp is a 2 story building. It has a road from the city to the building but it looks like the road has been long forgotten and covered in organic matter (plants) . The building itself looks run down with paint chips flaked off, bits of brick missing from the building, the door rotting. This building though is a lab.  The enterance has a rotten wooden desk with a decaying chair behind it. There lies a rusty metal door  to the left of the desk. Behind these doors is part of the lab itself. The usual lab things suck as test tubes, microscopes , ect. There are two more rooms like that on the bottom floor. On the second floor is piles of files and papers in random rooms. The last part of the building is a office area. In that area is a open rusty container. In this container is a suit that just turned on. It steps out without a sound and looks around.

The headlights died with one last turn of the engine. A light connected to the flashlight in Bliss' hand continued to shine off the pistons, but no imminent plan  came to her. "Well, suck." Stepping away from the car in a red and black sleeveless dress falling down just above her knees, Bliss began to shine a line across a downtrodden road. A small gala in New Orleans invited her fiance for an appreciation in her work with non-profits. Ashley came in the day before to take in the city, but Bliss needed to stay behind on a personal errand dealing with a cult she determined herself to pursue. Now, Bliss was walking down a dirt path in heels.

A roaming signal continued to dominate the screen of her phone. Not given to patience, Bliss pushed a blast of energy at a tree to relieve stress. Something other than bark sounded in the dark. Light from the flashlight shined into the shrubbery, hitting something metal off in the distance. It did not give her much to work with, but a building could hold a signal better, especially with a second floor. No lights and no one looked to be home. Fine by Bliss for all accounts.

Rotten wood painted a picture of the last time anyone used it in vivid, decrepit manner. Instead of touching it, Bliss merely knocked the door in with a telekinetic blast. Still roaming. Fine. Bliss kept her flashlight in front of her while she peaked into the other rooms, looking for a stairwell to take her to the second floor. She found the stairs, but her quick examination brushed over the suit of armor. Halfway up the stairs and still roaming. Nothing in the vicinity pulled Bliss to pull her face away from her phone.

Now at the top of the stairs she could finally hear the ever so beneficial signal of her phone announcing its intent to work again. "Okay." Bliss pulled up her messaging and pulled up her message tree from Ashley. Guess what?

Ghost rapidly turned to the sound as he rushed into a shadow with just a small sound like a mice walking on rotten wood. He jumped into a corner the only thing showing his white eyes. as he waited until some one entered. When they entered he stayed still and just watched. His hands going slowly to his mac-10's. He thought as he reached for his guns.

Shes not with them...then why is she here? Does she know about the file? Nonsense, that went missing ....how long? Where am I, what is this place. Gah! It hurts, how long was I trapped? I don't remember this place...dosn't matter, need to find the file and plans. The world must never know! He stopped thinking after he got his guns and just concentrated on his goal. To get the file.

No response. Odd. It should not take too much time to send back a simple reply. Maybe something more substantial message should have come from her phone. Especially if she only got one message out as her old nemesis the roaming signal returned. Wait. Her signalling did not tell of roaming, but jamming. Now the message she sent out mattered very little, but the only reason jamming technology would exist in a vacant building would mean no one wanted Bliss roaming around this building.

Stepping back to the stairs, Bliss pressed her heel to the stairwell. Her motion towards the bottom found itself cut short on the third step. Rot and worm tunnels warped the step beyond repair, sending Bliss through the stairs. The loud crash shook the hallway, but merely left Bliss with a few scrapes. Seeing blood pool up around her shin, Bliss pulled out a bandage her half sister made and tied it around her lower leg. In a matter of minutes it would heal thoroughly enough, but between then and now, Bliss needed to figure out who used this building as a hideout.

A number of test tubes and beakers lined the walls. Most fell into complete disrepair over the course of years of neglect, as did the door barely hanging onto its hinges. Anyone in the building would know of Bliss' whereabouts, so Bliss decided to move somewhere else. The door almost fell off its hinges by a mere touch. Bliss moved through opening she created and stepped into an office. Her light canvassed the room, looking for anything to shed a new form of light on her current predicament.

In the corner Ghost watched and used the shadows from the light to move around. He then says in a robotic metallical voice "Who. Are. You. he keeps stepping from shadow to shadow. His mac-10's are out pointed at her as he contiues his dance to avoid the light.

Can't be with them...unless shes a spy. I could information out of here, maybe she does know about the file and they sent her to get it for them. All of thoughs possibilities but one still remains. Perhaps shes is simply lost. No matter, I will find out in a minute

A couple of files lined the desk, given to dust and forgotten experiments. Bliss barely looked over the files before a voice shouted out a challenge to her. She shot up, directing her flashlight towards the voice. With three different attempts she failed to illuminate the entity sharing the room with her. His degree of vocals shook her as to the nature of his quickness. "Are you a drone?" Bliss could not find the point of his guns to push telekinetically against the firing mechanism, leaving her at a great disadvantage. "You're quick for a drone."

While Bliss continued to search for Ghost in the darkness, she pushed the files into the chair, hoping to hide them. "I want you to come out of the shadows. If I have to move all the furniture in this room against the wall you are hiding against to do that, then so be it." Fighting a force she could barely see did not come across to her as a wise choice, but it could be the only choice open to her. "I'll count to three. One." The cabinets in the room began to tremble. "Two." Slowly they lifted off the ground. "Three." If Ghost did not come out, Bliss would send the filing cabinets towards the back wall to try and flush him out of the dark.

Ghost quickly said "I. Am. No. Drone. Just. Simplely. Ghost." he appeared right beside her useing his powers "Ghost. Wants. To. Know. Why. Someone. Wants. File." he said again as he puts his guns up and reached his arm out (if he touchs her it will feel ice cold and she will began to get tired. And the entire time she would catch glimpses of white orbs that quickly disappear. His step is scary quite unless he bumped into something.)

This women is strange. Was she also part of the project? Dosn't matter, No one can fight something they can't see.

Once she hit three, she launched the attack. A complete offensive against a creature she stood no chance of bringing down with office furniture. The light from her flashlight continued to search the room, offering her no leads as to who shared the room with her. Nothing other than a hauntingly monotone voice. "Does the ghost of an answering machine haunt this place?" Her phone buzzed a ring a revelation. A frantic movement brought the phone up to Bliss' head. "Ashley. I'm in trouble. Get to marker 17 just outside town. I'm in a lab-"

She felt a sudden coldness overcome her. Her head shot back to come face to face with a gun. Bliss pressed her telekinesis against the firing mechanism to keep it locked and docile, but she felt fatigue come over her. A voice continued to speak from the phone in an unrecognizable manner as the phone dropped to the ground. The close quarters, complicated by her attack, strangled Bliss into an awkward escape. As she tried breaking from the grasp of Ghost, she felt her arms feel as though they weer frozen. White orbs raced around her head, blocking out her vision as to what in the room remained.

Bliss fell back into the chair, knocking the file to the ground and felt her body growing limp. "I- wanted-" Her eyes began to pull the rest of her head down. No longer did she only see the darkness of the room, but instead the white orbs blinked in and out of her spectrum. "To-" With one final pull of telekinesis, Bliss would push the desk in front of her towards the back wall, hoping to knock Ghost's hand off of her. Without any of her intention delivered, Bliss could feel herself drifting into slumber.

It worked as ghost did a flip over the desk as he noticed the knocked over chair. He turned his head to the almost sleeping women and slowly went to grab her flash light and turn it off "Shhhhhh. Sleep. Ghost. Will. Look. After. You. He would of walked over again and started to lay her down gently. If she did go to sleep he would walk over silently to the chair and look over the files. If she still remained awake he would try to touch her with both hands.

He thought. Hmmm, shes weak. Oh well, I will get questions out o her after this. Though that power will be a problem.

Finding Marker 17 took some time sifting through the numerous occurrences of the mile marker ranging from east to west and north to south. The on board navigation and PA helped Ashley navigate through the possible routes Bliss would possibly take on her way to the elusive Marker 17. Blinking caused her to miss the first turn off. A quick turn around shed a better light on the road she needed to turn onto. Only a mile or so down the road, Ashley would find the broken down car, hood still put in the up position. A creepy place by no mistake, but also empty. Possibly more creepy.

Ashley stepped out of the car with a red dress hugging her hips and torso. Leaving the gala so abruptly came off as inconsiderate, but awards for non-profits were self defeating in the first place. Bliss needed her help, and help Ashley would deliver.

Bliss started coming back to her senses. Her first thoughts brought back memories of glowing white orbs and cold extremities. At least she could move those extremities to her head. Everything in the room blurred into one shadow. Both of her hands separated to push herself up. No one tied her hands, so she had that working for her. Now, she just needed to find her phone- and those folders. Where were the folders? And more importantly, where did her attacker go?

Ghost after grabbing the files he quickly went down stairs useing his shadow powers and began to look through them and then he turned his head to the light. He went closer to a window and peeked out. He then went silently as possible to the back of the room (on the first floor) and went through the files faster.
He thought Should of destroyed the phone. Dang, oh well. I have the files now. Just need to find mine then I can get out of here and find my body...or maybe they already have my body and there just searching for me...Faster, must hurry.

A few foot prints led up the beaten pathway heading up to the derelict building. With the amount of precipitation waiting to befall this place at any moment, Ashley went ahead and assumed the best for herself and continued on with enough will to brave the dirt path, but not enough to touch the door. Entering in the same manner Bliss did, Ashley kept her flashlight beaming through the halls. "Hello!" She echoed her voice through the building. "Bliss?" A few noises sounded around her, echoing through the halls.

Slowly Bliss began to feel warmth come back to her limbs. With her handiwork blocking her in, Bliss threw the debris she created to the side and exited the room she trapped herself in. Lights shined in the distance up the road. A lone voice rang out in the halls. At least her message got through; without that she would face down majors problems. Major problems she forgot to account for. "Ashley! Careful! It's not safe." Bliss grabbed her flashlight and headed towards the voice.

Bliss made her way through the office until a light flashed into her eyes. "Light down home girl." Both lights began to survey the room as they joined up.

"I think I hear something." The light from Ashley shot over towards Ghost, catching light against the folder in the corner.

"Watch out!" Bliss would push Ashley towards the door, placing herself at the entrance of the office door. Bliss move towards the folder to try and secure the file, oblivious to Ghost's presence.

For a split second you can see Ghost. There is two eye sockets that glow white. You see only black off the rest of him as he jumps into a shadow leaving just one folder left. On the folder it says "Project ghost." it looks worn and old. After he jumps in his voice rings out "Ghost. Only. Want. File." He says this while avoiding the flashlight by jumping from shadow to shadow.

He thinks They saw me...I really should of destroyed the phone and whats this? NO! My file, I don' t want to hurt them...but that file must never reach the light of day and if I have to...I will destroy it even if it risks two dead bodies on this very floor.

"What is that?" Bliss put a telekinetic pull to grab the folder from Ghost.

"He just wants the file, Bliss." Ashley stepped forward to grab the folder. "What's in here? What is so important."

"Important enough to knock me out. Did I tell you he knocked me out."

"That isn't really important." Ashley still held the folder in her hand. She did not want a confrontation with Ghost, but did not know if she could trust this- entity.

"It was important when he didn't want me to be conscious anymore." Standing against the call for peace, Bliss stood ready to defend the folder.

"Ghost. Need. Folder. Please. Give. Ghost. Folder" white eyes stare from the darkness at them. His hands slowly going toward his mac-10's "Folder. Must. Never. Reach. Public." he says again. It seems the eyes are getting closer and you can barely hear his foot steps on the ground.

You hear a two clicks like two guns just got loaded "Give. Ghost. Folder. Or. Ghost. Will. Use. More. Violent. Means." Strangly enough the eyes never blink as they get closer, ever so closer.