Why was Lily so important?

Chapter 7

No Calm Before This Storm.

-" Beneath the tusks of a poor, noble Anqualien, lies an untrustworthy companion of a Seventeen year-old dead girl." - Comment left on the radio station, "Forged Mysteries."

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December 25th, 1999.

In Anquel, of whichever part of the map, they almost never celebrate. Christmas is non-existent. To everybody, it is just a simple day. To kids, wake up, go to school, go back, eat, sleep, repeat. To adults It's wake up, work, go back, eat, sleep, repeat. So, basically the same format. Shoved into those calendars, everyone once or twice, there's funfairs, parades, carnivals, and other probably non-important events. Such as murders, or school shootings.

For a first time in Victor's life, he had a day off from work. He decided that he would visit Mary Ross, as he hadn't in a while. The poor old woman has no one else but Victor. It would've been a shame if he had forgotten about her.. locked in her pink house, right next to a murderous one.

He took a step after another up her porch, and knocked on the door. To no surprise, Mary Ross answered almost immediately, but only opening a crack of the door.

-" If you're the Tax Officer, I've already payed them."

-" Ms. Ross, it's me."

-" Ah, Victor! Come on in!"- the woman opened the door widely, and Victor was a  tad bit surprised at her first reaction.

-" Why did you think I was a tax Officer-"

-" Oh, Victor! Must you know everything?"

Victor then stood silent. It was either by the fact that he was surprised at her statement, or the fact that her house seemed a tragic mess since the last time he's been.

_" Ms. Ross.. pray tell, what happened here?"- he slowly went inside.

-" Oh, nothing, dear. Just some..."

Her tone changed. Noticeable. From a sweet and caring old lady, to someone who wanted to hide such a big secret, with such little space..

-" Ms. Ross-"

-" Ms. Ross, is a little busy at the moment, Victor."

There it is again. This time it worsened. As if Mary really wasn't there, as if she was possessed.

-" Mary..?"

-" It's the first time we meet, Victor. You look just like Leslie, just.. gender bend."

-" Leslie..?"- something flashed between the pupils of Victor. Fear, nausea, terror, and anger.

Meanwhile, whatever had taken hold of Ms. Ross, fed on this fear and anger, absorbing every bit of it.

-" Such strong emotions, hearing your mothers name. She must have meant a lot for such a pathetical man like you. I'll bring you your Mary back, at least only if I live in the house."

-" Lily's?"

With the mere mentioning of her name, the parasite flinched, and badly slammed Ms. Ross to the floor.

Victor rushed to her aid, and as if just in the miracle of the moment, she opened her eyes almost instantly as if nothing had happend.

-" Why am I on the floor?"

-" Something... uhh.."- telling an old woman that something possessed her, would probably cause her a heart attack.

-" You just slipped.. on a shard of glass."

From what it seemed, they were everywhere. A white lie that was meant to be said.

-" Alright.. maybe you should go, Victor. I should attend this mess anyway."

Usually Victor would be as stubborn as ever, insisting t o help her. But, maybe this time he should leave..

-" I should let you to it, Ms. Ross. I have some.. paperwork, anyway.."

Another white lie. This one more stupid. Why would a cashier need to attend paperwork?

As if it was the second time entering that gosh forbidden house, it was wrecked to pieces. As if he hadn't just finished renovating it just last week.

Who could've done it this time? The TV was smashed, the radio was thrown across the room, the wallpaper was scraped, the shelves broken. Everything.. a clutter! Piles, and piles of random items that were once placed firmly on the shelves. Every globe and photo that came with the house. And one family photo, with two parents, and a daughter drawn out. The marker was still down on the floor, while the couch was flipped. A noise was heard. Down the hall, a simple thud. Like every dodgeball game, just less intense.

Another thud. A footstep. A slam of something heavy hitting the wall. Like one of  those nonlogical horror movies, where the lead goes toward something he probably shouldn't.
But there he goes anyway.

A slight light. This isn't the end thought.. Every thing inside her room spins around like a tornado, a deadly merry-go-'round. Everything hitting the walls almost making them fall down, but it's clear the house was putting up a fight. And then the light faded..

A little girl, frightened, breathing heavily, disheveled, lost..?

Victor went up to her, the items stopped spinning, as all of her attention drew on him. Her emotions all changed. Fear to.. enthusiasm.. as if the girl had been waiting for a body to posses. and that's exactly what she did. The moment that Victor came even a bit closer, she struck, and it looked as if Victor was absorbing her soul, when it was the other way around.

The house was quiet. No item was alive anymore, but everything was still a mess. Everything was still broken, and now there was an addition to that pile..

A human soul...

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Hi

I'm back- I guess-

I've been a bit disappointed in myself recently, for not trying to balance every hobby I have, including writing this book.

I've been thinking bout leaving it, but I'm way too dedicated to this, and it's making me a tad bit of a mess mentally.

Writer block has not done it easy at all either.

I'll try to quickly peace an ending together, while trying not to rush things, and also trying not to mess with my schedules and hobbies outside of this book.

I'm very grateful for 141 reads on this book! I've never really ever finished a book, nor rightly started one, so, since this one looks like it's going ok, I'll try to finish it.

But really, 133 people is a lot if you put them in a room together.

Thanks again! xx