Beyond the Veil

Chapter 21

“Lacy? Are you worrying about what that nut said?” Al blunt as always, eyed me anxiously, searching my face for any hidden answers.

I shook my head no and he relaxed, “Well then let’s go take this guy out.”

“I agree, he’s becoming far too egotistical for a human,” He gestured to the corpse that the Necromancers voice had come from; “He left his shell here, taunting us.”

The voice had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving us with an invitation to find its owner. The body the voice had come from however, stood at the crux of the hallway, motionless.

Cautiously, Al approached his hand on his gun. When he was within ten yards of the thing it turned and ran, its shuffling gait deceptive, it moved very fast.

With a cry Al took off after it, Cole following closely, leaving me by myself. What the heck? I hesitated an instant before following, but when I turned down the hall they had disappeared down my eyes found nothing that even loosely resembled my two friends.

Wanting to scream with frustration I walked down the hallway, searching for any sign of Al or Cole, finding nothing I retraced my footsteps, back to the fork in the hallways, before going down the other hall.

Finding that it too was empty, I headed back towards the fork. Where could they be? It shouldn’t be that hard to find two seven foot something guys in a place like this, right?

My mind to focused on ranting over my stupidity, I barely registered the chill that raced down my spine as I turned the corner back to where I lost the two goons. Before I could react I walked straight into the arms of the waiting undead. I opened my mouth to scream for help but was cut off when a scabby hand covered my mouth.

So gross, what did Cole say before? Control over my surroundings or something like that? I closed my eyes, ignoring the smell that filled my mouth and nose and concentrated, willing something to happen.

Nothing did.

I felt a light touch just below my chin, I opened my eyes to see a little man, barely over five foot tall with mouse brown hair he had combed over a bald patch on top, small scabs and scratches covered his face and hands. And to my horror his beady little eyes watched me with more than just passing interest. “Such a pretty ghost,” He said thoughtfully, “Hopefully you’ll stay that way.”