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Niala had all but disappeared for a over a week. The reason? Life just sucked sometimes. She had come to terms with a lot over such a short period of time. She knew better what she was, had got her hands on some memories that strongly pertained to her, and had even had a chance to not only meet her mother but to get the hug she had so long wanted. It was enough to send an adults head spinning, let alone a young kid.

So, she had simply locked herself up in the suite Alec had given her for over a week, and had spent much of that week either sleeping, or sifting through the hundreds of memories the few things of her mother's she had gotten her hands on held.

But, finally, the headaches she had been suffering from from pushing herself too hard disappeared. The headaches for handling such an extreme amount of stress, were gone. The night previous she had spent a good portion of the night giving herself a new look. She wanted nothing to be left behind that linked her to her father: the man was undeserving of the title. So, she got herself a new hair cut, removed the red streaks from her hair, and had even got herself a new and more comfortable outfit.

Afterwards she had spent the rest of the evening shopping and drinking a ton of hot chocolate: her favorite drink of choice. She had even bought herself a nifty new, high tech, drawing tablet, for a new ability that had recently surfaced during that week or more of self imposed isolation.

So, as she finally woke up she was smiling, yawning, and stretching. She made herself some hot chocolate, that being one of the other things she had bought herself, and sat herself down at the desk in her room, more than prepared to spend the day drawing and creating new /monsters/ unless she was needed elsewhere....

As she sat in front of her desk she leaned back in her chair, rocking it forward and backward as the little pivot would allow. Hot chocolate already in hand she stuck her tongue out, licking a glob of the whipped cream off of the edge that had begun to melt its way down the side, all before placing her lips to the straw and taking a long draw from the hot liquid in the cup. Her gaze rested on the drawing tablet in front of her as she began to poke around her brain for what exactly she wanted to draw.

The process was going to be a simple one as soon as she figured out what it was she wanted to draw. She'd use the regular tablet to put the rough sketched version down, and then from there move to her computerized tablet, where it would be more solid, and far more detailed, and colored, than its original version. But what to draw?

After a moment she got up and wandered her way over to the small stereo and pressed the ON button. She figured the music would help. She kept the volume decently low, she herself had sensitive hearing, and knew there were probably others wandering around with sensitive hearing like herself. Besides, she didn't want to be a bother by having overly loud music that would end up disturbing someone.

So, as the music began to play softly she sat herself back down in her chair and just went back to staring at the tablet before she closed her eyes, sipping again at her hot chocolate drink with them closed, beginning to pick through her brain as she let the music completely sooth her and put her in a place of pure concentration and bliss.

"Can you feel that? Ah shit. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing. Broken your servant I kneel (Will you give in to me?). It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me?). Looking at my own reflection when suddenly it changes. Violently it changes (oh no). There is no turning back now. You've woken up the demon in me."

Niala opened her eyes, an image in mind of what she wished to draw and create. She picked up her #2 pencil and got to work on the sketch notepad. Her pencil's soft scratching was almost completely drowned out by the music as it continued to play, a form beginning to come together on the page.

"Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Open up your hate, and let it flow into me. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. You mother get up come on get down with the sickness. You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness. Madness is the gift, that has been given to me."

Her lips began to move as she began to whisper-sing along with the music. Her pencil never stopped moving, as more and more of a large beast like figure began to emerge from the lines and circles she had drawn previously. Every so often she'd flip the pencil around, erasing a line that was no longer needed to complete her masterpiece.

"I can see inside you, the sickness is rising. Don't try to deny what you feel (Will you give in to me?). It seems that all that was good has died and is decaying in me (Will you give in to me?). It seems you're having some trouble in dealing with these changes. Living with these changes (Oh no). The world is a scary place now that you've woken up the demon in me."

The pencil continued to move, more features beginning to come to life. Teeth. A very large mouth. Elongated and yet muscular limbs. Slitted evil looking eyes. An overall werewolf like appearance taking on the drawing, but she wasn't done yet as she began to draw on sharp deadly looking claws. After a moment she paused, placing down her pencil before reaching across the desk to her hot chocolate and picking it up, taking a quick sip from the straw as she stared down at her drawing, beginning to mentally plot the color scheme.

"Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. Open up your hate, and let it flow into me. Get up, come on get down with the sickness. You mother get up come on get down with the sickness. You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness. Madness is the gift, that has been given to me."

With her color scheme in mind she placed her half empty cup of hot chocolate down upon the desk again, off to the side so she wouldn't have to worry about knocking it over and spilling it everywhere. She leaned forward again and picked up her pencil, putting it to the notebook as she began to shade the werewolf looking creature in. Once more another song began to place, drowning out the constantly scratching of her pencil as it moved across the page.

"Devin won't go to Heaven. She's just another lost soul, about to be mine again. Leave her, we will receive her. It is beyond your control will you ever meet again. Devin, one of eleven. Who had been rendered unwhole as a little child. She was taken, and then forsaken. You will remember it all, let it fill your mind again. Devin lies beyond this portal, take the word of one immortal. Give your soul to me. For eternity, release your life to begin another time with her. End your grief with me, there's another way. Release your life take your place inside inside the fire with her."

With the coloring completed it was now time to move to the next step: drawing it again, in much better quality, onto her computerized tablet. She picked up her tablets pen and got to work, pausing every so often between lines and claws and teeth to take sip after sip of her hot chocolate. She figured, when she was done with this and giving her hand time to rest from the constant drawing, that she'd get herself another cup, and possibly grab a bite to eat as well.

"Sever now and forever. You're just another lost soul about to be mine again. See her, you'll never free her. You must surrender it all if you'd like to meet again. Fire, for your desire. As she begins to turn cold for the final time. You will shiver, till you deliver. You will remember it all, let it fill your mind again. Take it away. Devin lies beyond this portal, take the word of one immortal. Give your soul to me. For eternity, release your life to begin another time with her. End your grief with me, there's another way. Release your life take your place inside inside the fire with her."

She kept going, pushing herself through the hand cramping pain, wanting to finish her creation before she took another break. She knew, if she happened to stop for too long of a time, that she might get thrown off of her task, and end up never completing it. Or, she would end up just starting the whole thing over, and possibly repeating the process of having to stop again. She was just too close to being finished to quit now. Once more her mouth began to form the words of the song as she whispered the lyrics along with the music.

"Give your soul to me for eternity. Release your life to begin another time with her. End your grief with me, there's another way. Release your life, take your place inside the fire with her. Devin, no longer living. Who had been rendered unwhole as a little child. She was taken, and then forsaken. You will remember it all, let it fill your mind again."

With her drawing completed and saved onto the laptop in front of her she stared at it, a small and yet proud smile forming across her face. She couldn't see a thing wrong with it at all, and figured that now all that was left to do was think up what sort of powers and abilities she was going to give the wolfenstien creation for when she needed it to come to life....

Drawing:

With more than enough ideas in her head of what her drawing would be capable of if and when she brought the Wolfenstein to life she yawned and stretched. As she leaned back, arms and fingertips pointed towards the ceiling she leaned her chair back and groaned. A quick glance at the lock revealed how long she'd been at this drawing and thinking process: it was more than time for a bit of a break, and some fresh air.

After she flipped her sketchbook closed she shut her tablet and computer off after double checking that everything had saved. With the clean-up finished she wandered over to the microwave and made herself a fresh cup of hot chocolate, with extra chocolate melted inside. When it was finished beeping and removed she covered the whole top with whipped cream after she dropped a good bit of marshmallows in it. After popping the lid back on she shoved a straw in and took a quick glance around.

She had no idea what the temperature was outside, but figured she was dressed warmly enough. She grabbed her keys, double checked she still had her pendant hanging from around her neck, and walked out of the suite she called home, a quick trip down the elevator and she walked outside, taking a deep breath of the city air... and the first bit of /fresh/ air she had got in over a week.

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