The Cravers

24. The Greatest Ruin

"Okay, Matt. Pull on the spell. Bat, make sure it is stable and secure."

"Got it boss." They both said in unison.

Matt knelt down, pressing the palms of his hands on the dirty old cement. He closed his eyes, centering himself to concentrate. Slowly, he mouthed a spell, beginning to cast it. I watched the graffiti filled walls turn black as the air darkened and became black tar. Standing over Matt opened his palms, a ripple of a glamour circled around us, keeping a safe distance between real world.

At last, we were in the Inferno.

There was no light, no end, no beginning. All black as the night.

"Holland." Kingsley called me. "You know what you're doing, right?"

"Yep," I spoke. "I will try to access the night."

"Good," he nodded. "I will monitor the whole thing and try all I can to help."

I gave him a thumbs up. Putting my hands to my temple, I called on the memories that were withheld from the scene. I recalled whatever I remembered about the case to create the atmosphere.

Jenifer Clark. She was torn here. Her killer cutting her into chunks. She was out for a cigarette break, away from the crowd.

Answer me. Let me come to you. I beg you, Jenifer, if you have a breath to spare please talk to me. I can sense you. Unveil the curtain. I'm not going to harm you.

Furious hisses began to echo in my ears. I shivered. It began ringing with fear. She wanted to talk to me, I felt a ring in my ear but someone was interfering. Something was holding it back.

"Diana, try to hurry up. We don't want to disrupt time too much." Kingsley warned.

I ignored him. Answer me. Let me know what happened that night. I'm not going to hurt you.

Chilling energy began pounding in my ear, at last, with the help of Kingsley conjuring the spell to catch it, the memories were opening. Matt began weaving more intricate spells, catching the spirit captive. The lane of voices grew louder, ready to tell me what it held.

Sudden a wind picked up, blowing me out of my stance. It was like a hurricane, waiting to be unleashed. Bat was quick at his feet as he built shields around us, slowing the winds. 

The winds grew stronger. I held my stance.

Then darkness blinded me as I disappeared into the memory lane.

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Jenifer was tired after dancing with her boyfriend. She walked soundlessly to the back of the club for a cig break. She could hear talking as she slipped on the graffiti filled wall. A person was there, all alone as if waiting for her.

A familiar person spoke to her. "Jen. What are you doing on this fine evening?" He slurred. He was wearing a beanie with baggy pants and a graphic t-shirt.

She huffed. "As usual, nothing." She broke out a cigarette and lit it up. It was the only source of light. She looked dazzling in a mini black dress but her eyes were full of fury.

"You're being unfair. You're having the best night of your life. You shouldn't regret anything." He said mournfully. "Go, enjoy you're night."

"I'm sick of Stella." She muttered. "It's all her. She's always ready to boss me around, Who is she to me?" she turned to the boy, who was merely eighteen perhaps.

He shrugged. "I don't know her well enough. She doesn't look at me in class."

He did go to Adison. I couldn't see his face at all, it was obscured by the darkness. Only a glimmer of green eyes. I tried to get closer to see his face but there was an invisible guard between me and them.