Reverse Fate

Chapter 8

Oh Gong let out a sigh of relief when Winter put him on the bed. He couldn't ever remember a time when his body had felt this weary, this weak and useless. All his muscles ached and the exhaustion was pulling him under.

"Are you okay?" Seon Mi asked, sitting down on the bed and patting Oh Gong's head.

"Tired," Oh Gong admitted, wrapping an arm around her waist and putting his head on her lap. Her hand didn't stop caressing him, and he couldn't help enjoy it, no matter how tired he was.

"Sleep," she said.

"Stay with me?" Oh Gong asked, suddenly feeling afraid that she would disappear if he let her go now.

"Of course," Seon Mi easily agreed, taking off her shoes and lying down next to him, letting her hand rest on his hip. Oh Gong put his arm around her and pulled them close together, but didn't initiate anything more.

A few moments later and Seon Mi felt his even breath against her skin, the great sage haven fallen asleep almost instantly.

"I'm sorry to put you through it all," Seon Mi said softly, "I wish there was another way to get Buja back. Thank you, Oh Gong, thank you for being there,"

PK looked at the book in Ma Wang's hands, his eyes full of greed and want, knowing that getting Buja back forever was in his reach. She wouldn't be a Zombie, dependent on needing energy marbles to stay fresh, not after the prayer.

"I'll keep this with me," Ma Wang said, taking a step away from PK, who was suddenly ripped out of his daze.

"You sure?" PK asked, not wanting to loose sight of the item that was giving him hope.

"Yes. I'll keep it safe, so you can arrange for Asanyeo to be exorcised," Ma Wang said, and PK nodded. Right, one step at a time. It wouldn't do to solidify the wrong soul in the body.

Trusting Ma Wang to keep the book safe, PK left the area. A shaman wasn't hard to get, and the human was quickly booked. It was a standard charlatan, cheating people out of their money mostly with tricks, but the rituals he did were real and did have power behind him.

"I'll bring the person who needs to be exercised at sunset," PK had told him in the phone, hoping to get Asanyeo with him. This part of the plan was perhaps the iffiest part. Not only would he need to get Asanyeo exercised, but he also needed a piece of Buja to still be there. If she was truly completely gone, would the ritual still work?

"And don't forget the money. The spirits work for free, but I don't," the shaman said, his voice friendly but it was clear what he really wanted.

"Of course I will," PK easily agreed, also sounding friendly, "and you know, everything that happens, stays a secret,"

"Yes, of course. I got the ritual for that ready as well," the shaman said, and PK could practically hear the eyeroll, and couldn't stop the grin appearing on his face when he ended the phone call.

Yes, the ritual was bogus when done between humans, but he would be in for a surprise if he thought he could talk about this further without PK's permission.

Gazing out of the window, he saw the sun already start to lower in the sky and he knew that time was running short. Standing up, he took the car towards the nearly abandoned area he knew where the Zombie resided.

Asanyeo looked up at PK, who was looking down on her dirty firm. Groaning she lifted her head, weak and tired and barely holding her grip on her humanity.

"What do you want, pig?" she tried to snarl, but it was weaker than she wanted.

"You stink," the man said, crouching down next to her and waving his hand in front of his face, "here, take this,"