The Death Wish

This is battle strictly between Aztek The Lost and myself, so please do not post if you were not asked to (which you weren't if you're not either one of us). :P

Location: Cemetery
Time: Around midnight.

The battle shall begin soon.

A cold, chilling wind blew fallen leaves across the ground of the St. Martins cemetery, their rustling breaking the silence that surrounded the entire graveyard. Thick clouds covered the pitch black sky, moving slightly to reveal a nearly-full moon. Pale rays of lunar light were the only source of luminosity in the area, giving the numerous tombstones an eerie glow. Due to the slight light, a dark silhouette could be seen moving through the graveyard, dressed entirely in black.

~You're almost there. My grave is close by, I feel it.~

Katelyn Torres sighed and shivered in the cold night, rubbing her hands together in the vain hope of warming herself up. She was dressed entirely in black, a color that matched that of her hair and eyes, and so she looked more like a shadow than a human as she walked past more tombstones. For the past few days, she had been hearing the voice of a young boy's ghost, who wanted her help. The poor boy had been misidentified and buried under someone else's name, his family still didn't know he was dead. Desperate, he had contacted Kate, asking her for help in shedding light onto this whole situation.

Gloom shook her head, trying to ignore her migraine and to tune out the Voice of the Dead. The Voice, which was basically a mental bond to the infinity of spirits who had crossed over, manifested itself as constant whispers within her mind, which, after a while and much patience, she had grown used to. In this case, however, Kate was trying to focus on the little ghost's voice, which seemed drowned out by some stronger spirits'. Touched by his sad story, the young woman tried her best to ignore the words of the other phantoms and focus on his.

~It's not much further in front of you. In fact, it's-- Wait. Someone's coming!~

Katelyn felt a rush of adrenaline when she heard it. Someone was coming towards her? What sort of person would come to a cemetery at this time of night, especially with this cold? She felt very thankful that the boy had been able to warn her, which was an advantage of hearing the Voice of the Dead. Phantoms could bring her insight that she would never gain otherwise. Mind racing, Kate kept on wondering about the identity of the newcomer. Did this person have to do with the boy's murder? Or was it just some random visitor? Had the person seen her? Unsure what to do, Gloom crouched behind a cold, gray tombstone and decided to wait to see what would happen.

Whoever was coming was better not cause her trouble.

Katelyn Torres had seen some very weird things in her life. At a very young age, she realized she could see ghosts. She had discovered that she had the ability to manipulate shadows and use them to form shapes and constructs. She learned to read minds and catch glimpses of the past, and sometimes the future. Moreover, she had met some unusual people with any number of strange behaviors throughout her numerous foster families... but nothing she had ever seen was like this.

A man flew by, although it looked more like a shadow than a man. He was wearing a cloak that floated around in the cold, harsh breeze, but he did not seem to mind. On the contrary, he seemed very... focused, as if driven by a specific objective. The flying silhouette reached the ground and walked towards the Kate's hiding spot. At one point, however, the man disappeared in the shadows, and for the next few seconds there was nothing but a deadly, scary silence. Without even realizing it, the hidden woman held her breath. All stood still as nanoseconds crept by incredibly slowly, or so it seemed. Then the silhouette reappeared, much closer to Katelyn, too close for comfort, in fact. So far, she thought, she had managed to stay unnoticed... until the man spoke to her.

"So, are you going to come out girl...or will I simply have to kill you like I did your boyfriend?" His voice was as cold as the air in the cemetery, and it sent shivers down Kate's spine. Taken by surprise, the young necromancer realized it was useless to hide any more, and so she jumped from behind the tombstone and stood up, trying to look as tall and intimidating as possible. Her long, black hair blew in the wind and her cold, black stare made her look much more confident than she really was. As she had done so many times in her life, Katelyn decided to judge the man's intentions psionically, and so she used her psychic powers to reach into his mind. Instead of the short-term memories she usually found when performing such an operation, the woman was hit by a wave of powerful memories, too numerous to be true. There were dozens of lives' worth of memories, and all of them hit her at once, overlapping and overloading her psychic senses, which resulted in painful feedback. Gloom cringed slightly in sheer pain but tried her best to conceal it. A quick glance to her left confirmed to her the fact that the spirit of the young boy, Joey, was still there. But now that the man had appeared, the ghost's energy felt much weaker and unstable: he was obviously still scared of whoever it was that had appeared.

"I know what you did to that poor boy, and I know what you came here to do," Katelyn said, hoping the bluff would work. "I won't let you do it. Leave now or prepare to face your sins and encounter the wrath of the Dead!"

In Gloom's mind, the Voice of the Dead was stronger than ever. Hundreds of spirits whispered to her, secrets, truths and lies about her newfound enemy. The spirits seemed very excited, and something told Kate this wouldn't be anywhere near easy...