Midnight Cleansing

"Next!" A voice shot out, ringing in the empty room, save for the row of tables housing five individuals. A door to the left opened, creaking in its sted as a young woman walked into the cold room. All eyes fell on her. They traveled over her body as if she was some kind of drawing. Taking in a mental picture of her lucious pink hair, green eyes, perfect and incomparable curves. A sense came over her as if she was naked, unable to hide any shame she might of felt she had. It was like they could see everything, every part of her, every crevase and scar. Upon looking closely, she was shaking, as if she wanted so much to just cover her self with her arms in a desperate attempt to defy reality. But that moment, each and everyone of those behind that table could tell, could smell it. She was new.

The woman walked into the middle of the room, trying to be confident in her step before stopping and facing the group of people head on. A deep breath was taken in before she gave a shaky smile. She was nervous. Her soft, pink lips moved, opened as if to speak, but no words made themselves clear. Silence. Her lips closed, trembled for a moment before she roughly bit down upon her bottom lip and seemed to mentally slap herself. Once again, her lips parted. "I am Marisa Bailey, 20 years old!" She spoke, her projection almost ear shattering for a moment. The people behind the desk seemed slightly surprised before smiles took its place. To her, they seemed like lions ready to pounce and devour her. A shiver went up her spine as they all whispered to one another.

"Its a pleasure Marisa...please continue." A man in the middle spoke, his eyes piercing through her as he let his chin rest upon his hands. His elbows sitting leasuriely upon the table top and his hands clasped together. Marisa shifted uncomfortably as she gave a small smile to the man. He scared her. Something about his stare, about the look in his eyes made her entire being tremble with a sense of undeniable fear. Looking down upon the floor, Marisa took in another deep breath before closing her eyes.

'Come on Marisa, get it together...just...get into the part...once you do...they will see. They will all see...' She thought to herself, trying to get herself up to par. Her body twitched as a shaky breath left her. Opening her eyes, they were strong, as if she had become a different person. The air around her was different, confidence over flowed from her every pore as she looked directly at the man who had spoken earlier. That man, with his sharp, brown eyes, short shagy hair and thin lips. He was nothing to her. He was like an ant on her shoe, at least thats what her eyes showed him. Yet, the man sat back in his chair and smiled at her even wider.

A scoff escaped her lips. "What petty little mongrels you all are. Staring down at me as if I'm some piece of meat." She spoke, her voice strong, far different then it had been just seconds before. The room became still as chills were sent down each and everyones spine, except for the man who continued to smile nonchantly at her. "...If only you were mere dogs...begging for a piece of the play you can't have. I would have mercy upon your souls. Yet here you sit, with your ugly grins and messed up minds. I bet you all think easy of me..." She took a step forward, an insane smile inching on her lip as her eyes widened. "I will have you crawling and begging me for my forgivness...so let me polish those eyes of yours...so maybe you can look at things a bit clearer..." She spoke, coming inches away from one of the five individuals. Her hand took hold of the mans chin and turned it to the side. Inching closer, she licked his ear before whispering something into it that made him gringe. As she pulled her hand away, she scratched him across the cheek and licked his fresh blood from her finger nail.

Just as she was about to continue, the sound of slow clapping snapped her out of it almost immediately. Her eyes snapped over to the culprit and they fell on the man from earlier. The middle man. He sat there unfazed, amused. Laying back in his chair with his legs crossed and his chin slightly tilted to the ceiling as if to say he was better then everyone else. The woman felt small and insignificant as she quickly backed away from the table, unsure of what just transpired. "My my my Marisa...for a moment there...I really did think you were going to kill us all." The man spoke, his voice holding a sense of superiority in it. Marisa gave a sliver of a smile as she put her hair behind her left ear. "I think...you just got to do one more thing for me...you see..." He paused, standing up from his chair and walking slowly over to her. His hand reached out for her, but never touched her as he circled around her and stopped dead in front of her. His body bent ever so slightly forward so that his chin was over her right shoulder and he was looking at the back wall. "...in my world...nothings half assed you see..." He whispered into her ear. He could feel her tremble. "Which means...its not realistic...if you've never felt what your character has felt. " He whispered again. Marisa seemed confused but at the same time knew exactly what he meant.

"...w-what do you mean? haha...its just acting...o-of course I wont know how s-she felt. She's a murderer..." Marisa spoke, her voice shaking as she stuttered.

"Is she now? See you don't understand her...she see's the world differently...to her she is riding the world of 'mongrels'. She's doing the world a favor...she is...superior..." He spoke, his tone holding a sense of excitment, and dark knowledge. "If you have never felt what it feels like to kill like she kills...you can't play the part...so let me help you." He spoke softly to her before standing up straight and walking up behind her. Marisa tensed up, fear coursing through her veins as he took hold of her wrists from behind her and slowly pushed her foward. "...this is all for the movie my dear...for the future...its for the good of everyone." He whispered to her carressingly as he moved her forward again. Marisa whimpered, tears began to fill her eyes as the mans grip tightened upon her wrist. "Just become her again...become Sally! Like you did earlier..." He laughed silently as he came to the table and faced one of the few individuals.

In seconds, Marisa's whimpering stopped and her body eased before a sense of laughter made her body tremble. The man smirked as he kept hold of her wrist and shot her hand forward. Marisa's hand opened and grasped hold of the man behind the tables face and tightened. The man scratched at her hand as he screamed and she bent over the table and slammed his head into the wall. Blood trickled down the wall as easily as the tears from her eyes fell down Marisa's rosey cheeks. "Thats it...perfect..." The man spoke, letting go of her wrists as she ran her nails down the crippled mans face. His skin rolled under her nails as screams were issued around the room.

"What have you done!? Grail! Why?! " The people around him screamed as he stood watching with glee upon his face.

Grail just swayed left and right until he found himself standing in a red room. Limbs and guts were flung everywhere. It was quite surprising, considering this had once been a completely white room. Off in a corner was Marisa, tearing apart the last victim in a very artistic way, until she turned and dropped the last victims head upon the floor. Her mouth trembled and she screamed. "W-what have I done!?...oh god!..." She screamed, her voice hoarse. She was covered in blood head to toe and just looked at the floor. Yet it was evident a smile was still inching upon her lips. "...I...I..." She began, her mouth widening into a crazed grin. "I loved it...every bit of it..." She spoke, fearful of her own enjoyment of killing. Yet why, why had she not touched this man, this man named Grail.

Grail just looked at her as if he was a proud teacher of a successful student. He said nothing as he turned and walked out of the room and into the same exact room, just white again. Except, Marisa was upon the floor, cradling herself with an insane look in her eyes. Grail looked up and smirked, standing behind the girl as if nothing had happened. His eyes fell upon the four individuals at the table across from him, still breathing and living as if nothing had happened. "Well done...you got the part." Grail said down to Marisa, who seemed to not even give him the time of day. "Do you all agree?" He asked the others that sat at the table. They all took a moment before gladly nodding their heads yes. "Great then...its settles. Marisa Baley is Sally Mariel in Midnight cleansing. " Grail explained happily.

Grail walked over to the table and pressed a small button on the side he sat on. A small intercom system kicked in. "Hello everyone, this is the director speaking. All parts have been taken. We would appreciate it if you would all leave in an orderly fashion or stick around to be cast as extra's. Telly, please come and take Marisa to the dressing room. Thank you." He spoke through the intercom. A few minutes later, a young woman of the age of 25 walked through the door. She had an emotionless look upon her face as she walked up to Marisa and took her by the arm and hoised her off the floor.

"Come now...this way." The woman spoke, her tone monotone as she pulled Marisa out of the room.

"Well then..." Grail began as he looked at all the people at the table. "you are of no use to me any more..." He spoke, his tone dark and filled with a sense of malice. Grail lifted his hand and snapped his fingers and in seconds all four people suddenly cracked and shattered to pieces. "Puppets will forever be...puppets after all...no matter how realistic you all are. Can't have people who are suppose to be dead walking around as if nothing happened...now can I?" He smirked before he walked out of the room.

(to be continued...)