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Chapter 22

The finger wrapped around the trigger, inching closer and closer. I almost anticipated a pop. Celestie threw a kick backwards into her father's shin and buried our heel into his foot. In the instance, the gun was pushed upwards, the squeeze around the trigger from the sudden action had blown a hole in the ceiling. He slid down to the ground in pain and the gun was in our full control. Celestie laughed and aimed it at Evan. 

"Aww cous-ie you might not need to do anything anymore."
Pop, pop and the bullets cleanly cleared his leg twice. 

"You're insane." Evan gasped out in pain.

"I know right." Celestie giggled. 

Without looking behind at two oncoming opponents, she extended her arm out and squeezed the trigger thrice, grinning when she heard that bodies hit the floor. Celestie turned our body towards her father and aimed the gun at his chest. 

"Likewise, don’t try anything, it doesn't work on me.” 

Without hesitation, Celestie pulled the trigger. No pop sounded. The revolving chamber was empty. Celestie hummed and discarded the empty gun leisurely. 

"Aww shucks, party's over. Now scram."

I watched how the living pathetically dragged themselves out. There was a clear lack of comradeship between the men as the able-bodied did not assist the others. The two dead bodies laid, blood seeping out of their gunshot wounds. It was unclear if they were the ones Celestie had shot before or were the previous victims of Matz. Celestie still inhabited the body. She turned to a shell shocked Hongjoong with an easy-going smile.

"I know you have questions. I don't have time to answer them. Pretend I never showed up and you can have your little innocent Mist back."

Debugging…
Commencing in 3…2…1…

Celestie vanished in a heartbeat and I stumbled dizzily from having regained a first person point of view in my body that strangely no longer felt like my body. I sank down at the absurdity of the whole ordeal that I witnessed/participated in. I couldn't tell if it was Celestie or I who argued with their parent and shot people. Hongjoong watched my actions carefully, assessing who was inhabiting the body and re-evaluating his trust. He couldn't believe the turn of events - a whole 360 change to an entirely different person. 

"Mist?"

I sat in a daze, also getting my head around the fact that the original soul of the body had inhabited my/their body. The world was spinning. Moving around wasn’t any different to staying still. I staggered up and lurched a little to the side before rushing to the bathroom.

An uncomfortable pressure rose up my throat and gushed into the toilet bowl. I caught my breath before round two of projectile vomit hit the sides of the porcelain.

Eyyy, the parabolic nature of projectile motion still holds true for semi liquids.

Mentally I slapped myself, thoughts scrambling to rearrange themselves. I was exhausted but my heaving stomach begged to differ.

I collapsed backwards after my stomach couldn’t heave anymore. The smell was unbearable at every pant. The toilet was finally flushed, having to deal with a heavy load of undigested food and stomach juices.

My legs were trembling when I attempted to stand up, gripping onto the counter to support my weight. I feebly pushed the tap for water to spill out. It took a while to rinse my mouth and clean my face from any residue left behind.

I peered at myself in the mirror. Looking back was an unrecognisable, dishevelled gremlin. A glimpse of the captain in the corner of the mirror had my eyes darting away to focus on the wall. He stood there motionless with an unreadable expression. I, too, was motionless, though for another reason.