> Leeroy acted fast, for his idea requires it....
> 
> He had dealt with angry spirits before, including the spirit of murdered children, which sought to bring others pain.....
> 
> And there was a single thing which seemed to help most of them, on average.....
> 
> Leeroy used his magic disruption ability to close the short gap, keeping himself from feeling the effects of the magic for a moment...as he wrapped his arms around the girl, giving her a hug. As he did, his healing power sweeps over her, the feeling of peace, calm...serenity, sweeping over her as well. The pain...the misery....all seeming to wish to just...melt away, under the effects of the healing wave....or, Leeroy severely hoped this was the case, like the other spirits he had encountered.

The cold seemed to bite deep into his arms, as if he had wrapped them around a remotely human-shaped icicle. And yet, even as Leeroy filled the figure he held with peace and happiness, he could feel the cold abating. The dark power gripping him seemed to fade, the fiery pain in his eyes disappearing with it. After mere moments, he could feel a steady warmth emanating from the surprisingly physical form he held, the soft sounds of crying replacing the icy buzz. As he finally figured he wasn't about to die, and looked down, the girl he looked at was both different and the same.

Her dress, although the same, was no longer the stained, muted grey it had previously been, instead revealing itself as a beautiful shade of velvet blue. Her skin was a healthy pink, and a pair of bright blue eyes stared up at the sentient plant, tears running freely down her face. What had previously been a visage of fear, had turned into a memory of better times. Softly, she spoke, and it took Leeroy a moment to realize what she had said.

"Please help me."

A rush of boiling rage covered him, ripping at his senses, as the room deformed and twisted, the lights shattering. In the darkness, all that he saw was two points of bright red, an infinitely large figure, looming into the heavens. A slight reflection off of the blade of an axe, already in mid-swing, Leeroy staggers back, the floor unsteady beneath his feet, the familiar scent of whet leaves filling his nose, his mind seized by unreasonable fear.

"You won't get away, you bitch!"

A high-pitched scream echoed through the hallways, until it was suddenly silenced. A heavy slice, as metal cut deep into wood. Crying, whispering, talking voices. And then, as the light slowly flickers back to life, the deed has already been done. In the darkness, a silhouette lies still, a single wooden hand entering the pool of green light, it's bark grey and withered.