The Blight

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Amity POV

Amity brushed the wood chips from her hair before she opened her eyes and gasped. The manor looked normal... well as normal as an abusive hell hole could be. There was a slight burning smell but other than that the house looked like its real world equivalent, at least at first sight it did. The closer she looked the more descrepancies she saw.

A bust of one of her ancestors looked like it had been smashed, but the shards floated in the air and still resembled a face. In other areas flames slowly licked at paintings or doors. There was one door she was drawn too, the door was completely burnt and she knew why. Behind that door was where most of her abuse happened. 

Lu silently followed her into the house, Amity could tell by the link that she was contemplation how she felt about the place. Before either one coud speak up amity had reached the burnt door.

Amity lightly placed her hand on the door and it intsntly turned to ash. After the cloud dissapated Luz gasped at the bright red puddle that was visible in the dark room.  "I-IS, Is that what i think it is?" 

"Yeah thats blood, Thats my blood." As they watched a bit of green mixed into the blood and Amitys heart throbbed with the pain of a long forgotten memory.  As the two teenagers watched ten year old Amity was thrown down infront of them into the pile, Her parents said something that neither girl could make out, nor did they try as they were distracted by the young girl struggling to breathe. 

Even though it was only a living memory Amity knelt down and rolled up her sleeves, she heard Luz gasp as multiple pale lines were revealed on Amitys arms. Every single one of the jagged and clean lines on her arms throbbed as she got close to the memory that they were made in. She untied her flanned from her waist and pressed it to the childs chest to help sinch the blood coming out of her chest. 

Amity worked in silence as Luz stood there in shock, After she was content with her work she stood up and turned around. Luz was on the verge of tears but amity could feel more emotions coming from luz than sadness, and as she watched her chrushes face changed from sadness to one of anger.  Luz opened her mouth before she noticed something about Amity.

"Ames, youre- youre bleeding, alot." Amity looked down at her body and almost fainted, The scars on her arms had reopened and were slowly letting out blood, There was a dark spot growing on her chest right in the center where her heart lies. 

"I think I need first aid, I think theres a kit in the closet over there." was all she could say before she passed out.

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Amity groaned as she woke up and got into a sitting position.  Her eyes shot open as she saw her arms, Luz must have removed her shirts since her chest and arms were coered in bandages, And they seemed to have been put on by an expert. 

Amity quickly grabbed her shit that was next to her and pulled it on as Luz walked into the room. They both smiled at eachother and Luz dropped a bag onto the floor. "Hey I raided your kitchen but like with most feed here I  dont know whats edible. Also yeah I did your bandages, my moms a nurse so I've had plenty of practice."

"Thanks, Last time around I almost died of these wounds so thanks." She said as she slowly got to her feet. She started to walk over to Luz but stopped and covered her ears in pain. Before Luz could say anything a hollow scream echoed throuought the house. The noise made Luz drop to her knees and scream in pain. 

The noise was only there for a a minute but it felt like an eternity. "That was a Banshee. And thats a level 10 ghost. Thats bad." Luz took a second before responding. "How bad is a level 10, like is there something that will help us?" 

"Most of the guides just say to pray for your life, but f you have equipment you can capture one, And Banshees usually focus thier energy around an object with importance, Im guessing the key we need to get out of here."

"Oh I should probably mention that our backpacks changed to these." Luz held up two square looking things with what looked lke film reels attached to the sides, on each was a nozzle gun that looks like it came from a vaccum cleaner.

"What exactly are those things?"

"They are Proton Packs."

"What?"

"Ghost hunting equimpent from the human realm, except this time its real."

"Oh, well in that case" Amity grabbed one of the packs, "Wanna hunt a ghost?"

"It would be my peasure Ms.Blight."

The got geared up and Amity consumed a Gragnawla bar at high speeds before they left the room.  The pack felt heavy on Amity and ristricted her already painful breathing but she went on anyways.  The general sounds of wind rushing gave the duo a general sense of where the  Banshee was.

 As they treversed the maze of hallways that was blight manor Amity found herself thinking back to the Labryinth and how they escaped, She forced the memories out of her head. 'gotta stay focused' She thought as she pulled the nozzle of the backpack infront of her, there was a switch on it that she deduced turned it on.

With each turn they made the quiet wailing grew louder, but there was something strange, It sounded almost familiar to her. But shes never encountered a Banshee so it could be a trick, but the sound struck a string buried deep within her.

Before Amity could bring this up to luz fog spilled over the hallway. The girls immideately held their nozzles up as a pale hand reached around the corner to pull a body along with it. The first thing they noticed was the tattered Hexside uniform, The track color was either too dirty or too faded to make out wich it was, foutunately there was a few major things that told them the identity of the Banshee.

Her skin was translucent and blood spilled from muliple cuts on her arms and one large one in the middle of her chest. The specters amber eyes stared at them with sadness and pain,  You could see an old metal key in the Banshees chest, And her mint hair glowed faintly. 

The Banshee had taken the form of Amity Blight.


A/N

Sorry for another short chapter, schools picking up the pace so i cant focus all on writing but next chapter will be here soon, and its gonna bee good


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