"This is beyond disgusting..." Priscilla complained as she dropped from the ceiling into one of the classrooms. This place was dingy, destroyed, broken... Priscilla could think of a million other words that described this place, but she didn't bother to waste her time doing so. She needed to hurry up and finish this exam asap. However, that would mean she needed to find the missing pieces of each child's body... That wouldn't be hard actually, considering she was going to find them in the near future. So all she had to do was use that ability, but maybe she should look around first.
Without a moment to waste, Priscilla slipped back inside the shadows and began floating around throughout the realm of shadows to try and find anything that would help her appease the hurting souls of this hellhole. While she floated around the shadow realm, she could see the windows that peered into the real world. These were the windows were actually shadows in the real world, and were shaped like various objects. She could see ones shaped like desks, ones shaped like chairs, ones shaped like pillars and much more. It was all very familiar to Priscilla, as she had been using this magic for literally hundreds of years.
As the girl floated around and looked into the real world via her windows, she noticed that one room was full of several... utensils, that looked to be for medical purposes. However, they were rusted over so she couldn't quite identify just what they were, but she could discern, due to the massive pool of blood on the desk that leaked onto the floor, that they had been used for something other than medical purposes. This was where Priscilla decided to step out of the shadows and into the real world again.
With a sigh, Priscilla casually strode out of the shadows being cast onto the wall via a curtain and into the real world. Pulling the curtain aside, she saw the tools sitting in a pool of old, dried up blood with a small bag sitting in the middle of it all. All she could do was glare at it and analyze it, as she wasn't sure whether to pick it up or not. And then she felt it.
Before she could react, a pair a scissors flew through the air and planted themselves in her arm. However, she hardly reacted. Her eyes darted to the scissors that were buried in her arm just below her shoulder, however, she did not pull them out.
"I'm sorry?" she said, her eyes flickering to the young boy that had launched the scissors into her arm.
The young boy simply stared at Priscilla with empty eyes as he stood in front of the entrance to the room. All Priscilla could do was pick up the small and bloody bag, that was tied close with a worn brown string, before walking straight towards the kid.
Another pair of scissors formed out of seemingly nowhere and flew straight for Priscilla's head. She didn't even move, and before the scissors hit her head, they were knocked away by a hand that formed out of thin air just next to Priscilla's head. The hand then moved to take the scissors that had stabbed Priscilla and yank them out of her arm in such a way that only hurt as minimally as it could.
"You should really stop." she said as she kept walking towards the kid. He kept looking at her with roomy eyes that showed no emotion. Priscilla only looked back with her uncaring, impatient eyes as she slowly walked towards him. It seemed that she was determined to keep anything from getting in her way now, not that she had much a way to follow. Not even the fact that a broadsword formed in the kid's hand seemed to make her hesitate. When the sword was brought down upon Priscilla, the young girl didn't flinch or even stop walking straight for the kid. If it hadn't been for the pinkish looking hand from before catching the sword mid flight, she would have been split in two.
One second she was in front of the kid, and the second she had slipped into the shadows just in front of him. The hand vanished, and Prisclila rose from the shadows just behind the kid as well.
"This is your tongue, yes?" she said, standing there as the kid slowly turned to face her. In her hand was the contents of the small brown bag, a still working human tongue that belonged to a child. "Take it." she said before holding it out in front of the ghost. At first the kid only looked back at her with the same roomy eyes as before, but then, with his free hand, he took the tongue and slowly began to vanish. It was a strange feeling, Priscilla thought to herself. Helping others wasn't what she was used to, especially when those others were ghosts.
"Thank you..."
The words she heard from the kid as the last of him vanished brought a very faint smile to Priscilla's lips.