Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 59 | The Encounter

Fog consumed the ground. It was so thick, I couldn't even see my own feet. The sky seemed nonexistent and dull. All the pictures I've seen of Guatemala, they didn't look like this. They're lush and green. The plant life was, surprisingly, still very healthy. Colors of blue horizons, however, had been eaten away by greys.

"They call Guatemala the Land of Eternal Spring." Angelo spoke as he walked up beside me, "I've never known a spring that's looked like this."

Michael ran his hand through the thick fog, twirling it around his fingers. "It's never looked like this before. This place normally looks like paradise, not the apocalypse."

Twiggy is creepy enough as is. Putting him in this settling just added to how ominous his entire existence is. There was this bowing of noise. I couldn't explain it properly. It was like the ring of a witch's cave. The sound lingered, and he was the only one who didn't seem creeped out by it. As we walked through ancient Mayan ruins, I had to appreciate the beauty. No matter how unsettling it may be, it's a hundred times better than a pig farm.

"It still looks beautiful to me." I said, "But if this is apocalyptic and I'm calling it beautiful, I guess that goes to show where my mind is at."

"Destruction is beautiful, my dear." Michael mused.

I scoffed away the comment, not interested in any advances from him. I've got one love interest too many right now. I'm not looking for yet another. I'd much rather just kill this evil bitch and get back home. Ryan and I have a lot to do. Every time we just barely get traction, something else gets in the way.

"How are you supposed to find a ghost bitch?" I wondered aloud.

"You're the Ghost," Ange teased me, "Shouldn't you know?"

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Real funny."

There was a split second where the mood changed. My smile fell and I felt this wash of negative energy come over me. I turned around to read the others, only to see Michael get punched by literally air. He fell backwards hard. Angelo and I barely managed to grab him before he crashed into the stone pathway.

"I don't think she appreciated you calling her a bitch." He said as he got back on his feet.

"Then I'll try out some different names." I optimistically responded, "Would you prefer cunt? Whore? Slut?" The sensation of sharp nails ripped through my cheek. I smirked, "Just throwing out ideas. C'mon, Baby. Don't be shy. Show yourself."

Michael glared at me with concern, "You really are one crazy bitch."

"How do you think these two feel? They live with me. Look, Babe, I think it's in everyone's best interest if you find somewhere safe and let us deal with this."

Hesitantly, he took a few steps back, "Fine, but if you're not back at the safe house in an hour, I'm sending someone to look for you."

"You can trust us." I beamed.

"That's... Debatable." He replied as he turned around.

Michael ran off into the veil of fog. We work better when we don't have to bite our tongue around the peacekeepers. It's not like blood and bullets was going to stop an undead spirit, but you never know what'll happen in these situations. I say as I reflect back to Georgia. Fuck you if you tell me to let it go. Have you ever been covering in cow shit and pig blood? While having to kill a demonic spirit? Didn't think so.

"I'm sorry Dev called you all those names," Angelo softly said, "He was just trying to get your attention the best way he knows how. We just want to talk."

It was hard to focus on what was there. My mind knew there was something, but it's like my eyes didn't want to see her. She was so difficult to make out in all the fog. Maybe she wanted it that unclear. Suddenly I felt a familiar force throw me across the ruin grounds. It was no different than when I got launched in Georgia. Why the fuck do they always do that?