DYING MOURNINGS, original

five : linked crimes

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 : 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

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The world was a cold gray and I was more than blessed to see it.

There was a small pounding behind my eyes but other than that, I was fine. There was no bullet in me or Amy, just frozen bliss.

"Move the bullet," a voice whispered from behind me and I couldn't tell if it was either a man or woman speaking.

I spun around, facing the freezer and seeing no sign of a spirit. My breath hitched in my throat, was it her? Could it finally be her?

"The bullet," the voice whispered again and I spun again in my little circle. I jolted back, knocking into the freezer behind me as I stared eye to eye with the frozen bullet. I moved my hand, gently touching it and finding that it moved out of the way for me.

"This is some Quicksilver bullshit," I muttered, grinning. Before I could thank whoever had given me this tip the gray was gone and the bullet shot past me and into the freezer, shredding metal.

Tobias looked at me, hands shaking as his face contorted into a rage. "Witch."

Amy let out a bellowing laugh as Aiden held the gun up again and I went forward with a jab, forcing him to retreat. I grinned at the gleam in his eyes, the fear that exuded from him as he backed away at the sight of my blade. I wished my gray would return, to freeze him long enough for me to send one last strike but I knew whatever had visited me wasn't here for a long time, it  wasn't here to play games.

Only to teach.

"Amy, get to the stairs," I barked over my shoulder. We needed to get away from him, to put as much distance between us and the gun.

Amy, however, did not go to the stairs. She appeared at my side, kicking out a leg and knocking the gun away before he could pull the trigger again. She launched herself at Tobias, clinging to his body as she pulled and bit and struck, sending the man into a fit of angry seething as he tried to rip her from him.

"Blaire, you go to the stairs!" Amy howled with a laugh before stabbing with her kitchen knife, the blade slamming into the muscles of his shoulder with a sickening thud. She pulled the knife free and his black blood dripped off the tip and it was hard to believe that it came from him, the tar. It looked like it belonged to something else entirely. "Blaire!" Amy's voice rocketed through my brain and I stumbled away from the pair still wrestling. "Go! Now!"

I nodded, turning on my heel and making a beeline to the stairs. I took them two at a time, pulling myself up with the railing. I barreled through the entrance and down the hall, knocking into the wall as I shot out. I stumbled across the carpet before reaching the back door and tearing through it with my shoulder.

The warm air encased me instantly. It was sickly humid, thick. This wasn't right, none of this felt right.

I heard the faint sound of gunshots from inside the church and that got my feet moving again. I had to be careful, in case whoever Tobias was here with was still around. I reached the front of the building and slowed when I saw a man climbing the stairs, pulling out a pair of keys from his pocket.