Post by Jareth on Jul 3, 2008 20:14:28 GMT -5
Jareth blinked at the man, ' In the morning?" That comment struck him funny. He wasn't expecting it. "Why not now? Before we forget what it is we're agreeing to?"
"Jareth please... I need to sleep before I pass out..."
The demon's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, if only for a moment, before they where smoothed out into a comforting smile, " Sure Doctor... What ever you need..." He lifted his hands from the doctor, letting him pull away and lay down. He looked away from the doctor in a partial furry.
"Why don't you write up the contract while I sleep?" the doctor suggested as he climbed under the hospital sheets.
Jareth froze at the suggestion. That's right.... A contract had to be writen...how was he supposed to do that?
"Good night Jareth..."
The demon grunted.
A contract... was there a specific way for it to be done? There had to be. You can't just write any words down on a page and expect to own the soul of whoever signed it. No. There had to be a set format. Shit. Why couldn't he remember how it was done? Collecting souls was a huge part of being a demon, wasn't it? He pulled at his hair as he pulled a chair into a corner, turning it to face the wall, and sitting down. There had to be a way he could remember...
Jareth looked over his shoulder toward the door. It was locked no doubt. There was no way for him to reach a computer or any other form of research. The only information he had was locked in his mind...
...He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to pull up anything from before his time in the Research Facility. Contract. Souls. The only thing that became clear after much thinking was one thing....
...He needed blood. Lots of it....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jareth was in his corner, hunched over the end table he had dragged over to him sometime earlier in the night. He could hear the Doctor beginning to stir in the bed behind him. That was fine. He was almost done.
half way through the night, after much struggle with his own mind, he had come up with a beautiful truth; As long as something looked authentic, it didn't have to be real. A human's mind is weak. If it thought it had sold itself to a demon, it would believe it and eventually become its own worst enemy. As long as it looked authentic now, he would have time to research and make it authentic.
Having said that, Jareth had drained a small amount of his blood into a Dixie cup and found a paper clip which he had used to delicately write and embroidered a plain piece of paper. he was just putting the finishing touches on his project as the man called out for him.
"Jareth? Are you still here, or have you managed to escape?"
"I'm still here doctor." The demon called over his shoulder. He spun around and glided over to the side of the man's bed.
"Have you written the contract? I want this down on paper before I give you my soul and take yours..."
The demon smiled snidely, " Yes Master. I've finished the contract." He grabbed the piece of paper off the table and waved it out in front of the man's vision. Most of the writing had dried into a dark, copper brown, the decoration still a crimson red. He pulled the end table back over to the side of the man's bed and placed the paper down beside it. "I've already signed it..." the demon gestured to long, delicate signature at the bottom. He'd signed it Jareth and Experiment L Nine, just encase. He passed the paper clip over to the man, " It was the best I could do with what I had."
He pointed to an underlined area near the bottom of the page, " You sign there." He smiled twisted, " You'll have to write in your own blood though. I warn you. The paper clip is not the best instrument for the job."
"Jareth please... I need to sleep before I pass out..."
The demon's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, if only for a moment, before they where smoothed out into a comforting smile, " Sure Doctor... What ever you need..." He lifted his hands from the doctor, letting him pull away and lay down. He looked away from the doctor in a partial furry.
"Why don't you write up the contract while I sleep?" the doctor suggested as he climbed under the hospital sheets.
Jareth froze at the suggestion. That's right.... A contract had to be writen...how was he supposed to do that?
"Good night Jareth..."
The demon grunted.
A contract... was there a specific way for it to be done? There had to be. You can't just write any words down on a page and expect to own the soul of whoever signed it. No. There had to be a set format. Shit. Why couldn't he remember how it was done? Collecting souls was a huge part of being a demon, wasn't it? He pulled at his hair as he pulled a chair into a corner, turning it to face the wall, and sitting down. There had to be a way he could remember...
Jareth looked over his shoulder toward the door. It was locked no doubt. There was no way for him to reach a computer or any other form of research. The only information he had was locked in his mind...
...He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to pull up anything from before his time in the Research Facility. Contract. Souls. The only thing that became clear after much thinking was one thing....
...He needed blood. Lots of it....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jareth was in his corner, hunched over the end table he had dragged over to him sometime earlier in the night. He could hear the Doctor beginning to stir in the bed behind him. That was fine. He was almost done.
half way through the night, after much struggle with his own mind, he had come up with a beautiful truth; As long as something looked authentic, it didn't have to be real. A human's mind is weak. If it thought it had sold itself to a demon, it would believe it and eventually become its own worst enemy. As long as it looked authentic now, he would have time to research and make it authentic.
Having said that, Jareth had drained a small amount of his blood into a Dixie cup and found a paper clip which he had used to delicately write and embroidered a plain piece of paper. he was just putting the finishing touches on his project as the man called out for him.
"Jareth? Are you still here, or have you managed to escape?"
"I'm still here doctor." The demon called over his shoulder. He spun around and glided over to the side of the man's bed.
"Have you written the contract? I want this down on paper before I give you my soul and take yours..."
The demon smiled snidely, " Yes Master. I've finished the contract." He grabbed the piece of paper off the table and waved it out in front of the man's vision. Most of the writing had dried into a dark, copper brown, the decoration still a crimson red. He pulled the end table back over to the side of the man's bed and placed the paper down beside it. "I've already signed it..." the demon gestured to long, delicate signature at the bottom. He'd signed it Jareth and Experiment L Nine, just encase. He passed the paper clip over to the man, " It was the best I could do with what I had."
He pointed to an underlined area near the bottom of the page, " You sign there." He smiled twisted, " You'll have to write in your own blood though. I warn you. The paper clip is not the best instrument for the job."