The Silent Ballad of Doctor Teeth

James is yelling again, I can’t recall why. He is being too loud. If I could build the courage, I would beg him to quiet down. I can’t, I can’t make the slightest of noises. If James continues being so loud, he will come. He is the reason I am so quiet. He demands my silence; or would, if he ever spoke.

His name is Dr Teeth, and he has taken care of me for as long as I can remember. Whenever bad things happened, he would step in. With a big smile, he just came along and fixed it all. My father, who yelled and beat me, the huge dog that lived next door who snarled and bit me, my abusive ex boyfriend... he took care of each one.

James bellows something that makes me look up. A forehead peeks around the door frame behind James; a giant grin slowly follows. The smile is full of yellow teeth, the grin distracts from the rest of his nightmarish face. My gasp rings through my ears, but James ignores me, still screaming in anger. I try to use my eyes to plead with him. Dr Teeth doesn’t like noise; the last thing I want is….

Behind James, Dr Teeth creeps forward. Every movement made is silent, slow and exaggerated. James slams his fist into his hand. His punches are loud, fast, and expressing his anger. He tells me my puppy dog eyes won't be enough this time. My eyes dart between the two moving figures. As Dr Teeth nears James I do the unthinkable, I very meekly say, “please be quiet”.

James reaches back to slap me. Before his hand moves to hit me his whole body is spun around. Dr Teeth quickly, elegantly, quietly, moves his arm in an arc. The sound of blood gurgling from the wound echoes through the room. James falls onto the couch next to me, his throat cut cleanly. The blood spills onto my lap. I try to remain silent. Dr Teeth cleans off his switchblade, his smile reflecting in the shimmer of the metal.

When things in my life get too loud and scary, Dr Teeth comes along to save me. The first time he to my rescue, my father was found hanging in the bedroom, his belt around his neck... the neighbor's dog had his head crushed by a giant rock... my ex boyfriend was..... oh God, not again.

I look up at Dr Teeth through tear soaked eyes, his grin is gone and he's shaking his head at me. His cold finger touches my lips; he wants me to be quiet. I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of controlling myself for him. My crying gets louder, I wail, all the years of silent obedience are released. I scream so loud the apartment shakes. Dr Teeth is taken aback, there seems to be a look of confusion on his face. I stop crying and look up at him. He cocks his head to the side taking an appraisal of me. His grin slowly creeps its way across his face.

Shaking, I stand up. Dr Teeth is still watching me, his ugly grin glowing at me. I open my mouth and scream. The apartment shakes. I fall back onto the couch. I let the tears pour out. I remain loud as possible, releasing my frustrations.

Dr Teeth thrusts his arm out, there should be sound as the switchblade opens. Dr Teeth never makes any noise. He puts a finger to his lips, his other hand swinging down. The sharp blade swoops towards me. He finally makes a noise.

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The Twice Dead Man Part Three

Part 3: The Strength of the Green Lama

Two giant hands slammed against the Green Lama's cloaked head, hammering him into the ground. Before he could pull himself together he was slammed into again as the purple hued creature shoved its weight into him sending him flying back again.

While Dhargey had spent most of his life learning the ways of Buddhism and the mystical arts, he still had little experience in physical combat. He usually abhorred the use of violence, and only went to it as an absolute last resort, knowing sometimes he had to make such sacrifices for the greater good. Nonetheless, he had learned that his increased strength whenever his strikes did land stopped fights easily. It also helped that he could fly.

He flew up into the air, above where the inhuman thing could possibly reach him. The Green Lama then quickly turned and flew down into the creature, knocking him hard through the fence and into a wooden pole. The thing quickly jumped up and leapt towards the Green Lama who flew up again and then slammed his feet and body downwards.

The crash to the ground shook everything around where it landed causing the wooden pole behind it to crack and break. The power line it held up fell to the ground, creating giant sparks to fly across the ground. The Green Lama lowered into sight of the creature, electricity streaking behind his cape.

The creature let out a shriek of terror, it took a second for the Green Lama to realize it was the leaping sparks that frightened the beast. Calmly, he spoke to the creature, “I won't let it hurt you anymore, just let me help you...please.”

The purple light seemed to dim around the creature as it visibly shook, “hurt... ” it muttered.

Then a pulse seemed to hit it, knocking its head to the side forcing it to its feet. The creature slowly moved towards the Green Lama, its pace quickened to a mild jog which was easily dodged. The ground moved as the creature and the power line met, electricity surging through the frightened thing. A few seconds later the power line, the creature, and the city around them had gown quiet and still. The Green Lama moved towards the now pale creature he once thought was a revenant with a gloom look on his face.

The creature now looked all too human and laying breathless softly spoke, “Help me, please.”

Green Lama looked down upon the creature with pity and guilt, “Of course my friend, let's get you out of here before the police arrive. You can explain what is going on, and who has been hurting you and forcing you to kill.”

The man like creature slowly nodded, “they killed me and brought me back...forced me to murder for them...they must be stopped.”

The Twice Dead Man Part Two

Part 2: The Glowing Monster of the Streets

Dhargey stood over his small bed and looked over the sprawled out items that covered his sheets. Collected on the meager bed were magical items collected over the many incarnations of his past lives. From the Gauntlets of the Whispering Monk to the Horn of Ajuna, many items had come into the possession of the Protector of Buddhism. Through each life, he strives to help others find enlightenment and protect the innocent from the external evils that threatened them. Tonight that evil was a revenant.

Morris Klaw had been the one to surmise the creature's identity and how to track it. Morris had found Dhargey on his twelfth birthday, the day he found out that he was the reincarnation of the Green Lama, the anonymous defender of the people, so called for the green prayer robe he wore while taking on the various evils that faced Tibet and the world, especially those of the supernatural kind.

Dhargey collected the items he would need, and put them into the pouches on his belt making sure to carefully check each one closed properly. Soft whispers of a long dead language passed his lips, once he finished speaking the words the spell was complete, concealing his face in shadows from any who may wish him harm. He then put on his green cloak and slid the hood over his head. Finally after speaking the prayer, “om mani padme hum,” which grants him the ability to fly and gains superhuman strength, Dhargey had completed his transformation into the Green Lama. Slowly lifting off the ground, the Green Lama flew out Dhargey's apartment window and focused on the locater spell Morris Klaw had cast so the revenant could be found.

There were a few common tactics to stop a revenant, try to reconnect it with its humanity so you can reason with the creature's soul, encircle it with salt and then use the proper rites to release the soul from the revenant, or burn the remains when it is docile. The Green Lama had brought a bag of salt to trap the beast if reason would not work. To help him reach the creature's human soul, he had put on a bracelet composed entirely hairs of a conclave of priests called the Grinning Confiders. While very fragile, the accessory has been known to help calm down anyone who hears the wearer speak.

The creature was wearing a trench coat and a hat as it approached a large, quiet house. Landing between the creature and the gate, the Green Lama spoke gently.
“Listen to me. I know you are a bit confused, and angry, whatever these people did to you was wrong and you have suffered. But, I can't let you hurt anymore people.”
The revenant paused and blinked at the Green Lama, it gazed upon him in a perplexed manner.

The Green Lama gave the revenant a soothing smile and continued, “Just listen to my words. You were a person before, just because you were forced from this life does not mean you must seek vengeance. You can talk to me, and we can make sure whatever evil thing these people did is brought to light. There can still be justice without any more...”

The revenant convulsed until words fought there way from its mouth, “They made me.... into this... help me....”.

The creature grabbed its head and let out a loud scream, knocking the hat from its head. It hunched down in pain, then suddenly it sprung upright and gave a look of pure hate. The revenant lunged forward, the Green Lama quickly leapt backwards knocking against the black iron gate behind him.

The Green Lama grabbed a pouch from his belt and poured salt across the ground in front of him. Since reason seemed to fail, he would just trap the revenant and help its soul gain peace using other means.

The revenant neared the salt and easily stepped over it, shoving its whole entire mass into a single punch that sent the Green Lama right through the iron cast gate.

The Green Lama's cloak was enchanted to protect the wearer from a hit as mighty as a kick of the strongest horse from the Mongolian Steppes, yet he had felt the creature's punch. Desperately trying to catch his breath as he stood up the Green Lama was sure of two things, whatever the creature in front of him was, it wasn't a revenant, and it was about to hit him again...