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Ep.1: Self Defeating.
The day was unusual. It was bright and the sun was beaming
down on our foreheads. Sweat beads started to form on our hair lines. We aint
care. We came to do a job and dammit it would get done. I crouched down and
began to twirl my fingers around in the dirt between my feet.
I’m going to kill her.
She gotta die.
Thoughts running through my mind faster than Hussein Bolt.
He patted my shoulder to make sure I was still focused.
Don’t get distracted.
His eyes were intense as his gaze pierced mine. Without moving
his lips I felt his thoughts.
Don’t let the rage
carry you away. Remember what you came for.
I looked away. His gaze too mesmerizing. Hypnotizing almost.
Ok.
We remained silent. Waiting. Nothing moved around us. It was
as if nature herself was standing still waiting on our target. Anticipating the
kill almost as much as me.
Something moved.
I flopped onto my belly and stared in the direction of the
movement. He looked me in my eyes.
Let your spirit guide
you to the kill. If it is not the spirit that leads you…you cant be
resurrected.
I was annoyed. I knew this already.
I sense your anger
growing…don’t-
He was talking again. I couldn’t take it. Calling myself an
impatient hothead would be a little too generous. I leapt out for the kill. My
target was not taken off guard but whirled around and smiled as if she was
excited to see me. Anticipating my arrival just as much as I was anticipating
hers.
GET BACK. SHE WILL
KILL YOU. YOU LET THE ANGER LEAD!
He was yelling at me now. His thoughts forced into my head
and became louder than my own. My heart was started to pound. I could feel my
spirit whirling around in me as if it was trying to separate itself from my
body. I threw a punch. She caught it. My arm was twisted into an awkwardly
painful position. I looked her in the eyes and my own begin to well up with
tears of pain. I heard him rising from the bushes. He was chanting. He was able
to use his mouth in this realm. I was not yet that advanced.
I told you let your
spirit lead, Angela.
His eyes were dark. Completely black with no whites showing.
I fell to my knees and opened my mouth to let out a silent scream. She began
laughing.
Angela…did you really
think you could kill me? I CONTROL YOU GIRL. I am you after all…
She was right. She was me. A part of me that needed to die.
I was the only one who could kill her completely. All others could only subdue
her. I closed my eyes momentarily and accepted defeat. He moved out of the
bushes followed by a flash of light. I could feel her becoming nervous. We were
connected. But no fear ran through her heart. Mine was overflowing with fear.
He disappeared from our sight then reappeared in front of us. Panic is what we
felt. She let me go. I collapsed to the floor and scurried to get the hell out
of the way. She attempted to run back from whence she came…he was too quick.
His
mouth moved but I couldn’t hear in this realm. His hand stiff, his fingers
close together and straight he jabbed forward landing a solid blow to her
chest. Her heart. Our heart. Original home of our consciousness. His
straightened fingers looked as if they were penetrating her chest; trying to
grab our heart like a fatality move. We began to breathe heavily. She stumbled
backwards moving her mouth shouting words I couldn’t hear. He turned away and
calmly walked toward me grimacing.
You have a lot to
learn, Angie.
I dropped my head. Eyebrows furrowed. Face twisted. I felt
weak. I looked up to see him hovering over me.
Its Angela. I hate
that name, Angie.
He laughed at me. This pissed me off even more.
Lets get out of here
before she comes back…Angie.
Tears were burning my eyes and the lump in my throat
threatened to choke me. I thought I had her this time. I wanted to prove him
wrong. He placed his large, coal colored hand on my shoulder. A blinding white
light filled my vision followed by complete darkness. He was taking me back. I
could here his voice.
Angie…your spirit and
nothing else must led you. You must elevate your spirit. You are not ready.
Sorry.
