Malevolent

Part Nineteen

"Wait, what?", Raimonda's eyes were about to pop out of her skull that was about to splatter into tiny fragments at any moment. She looked at Mike and saw the foggy expression on his face.

 She got accustomed to that kind of look. Everyone is now accustomed to those expressions and looks. Nothing around here is right anymore.

Father John didn't say a thing. They were all standing in the middle of the silence tornado. Swirling around it with the incapability of doing anything.

Something broke Mike's stoned stand and made him hurl toward the priest. Only inches apart. He looked deeply in his eyes. The look of sorrow and discomfort.

The look of regret and agony.

The look of lifelessness.

"What do you mean that the first person who read the letter has to kill the possessed body?", Mike asked in a broken voice.

"I know it's the painful truth, but that's the only thing to do right now. You have to deal with the consequences", Father John spit out his hurtful words that tore up both Mike's and Raimonda's hearts. "And this conversation isn't helping. We're running out of time".

Mike was about to open his mouth and ask him what what's the right thing to do right now, but something breathtaking happened. Something that they all weren't expecting.

Shrieks and howls rose. The smell of death surrounded the place like it's the end of time. Flames got ignited from the middle of the attic ground trapping them inside it.

It all made sense.

This was the time. This is the time.

The time when everything ends. When everything falls apart. When the world does no longer exist. When the world becomes a floating memory in the galaxy doom. In the galaxy of despicableness.

The time when everyone realized that they have to face their finish. That they have to give up to what's written for them. That they have to give up for their destiny.

The destiny that doesn't exist.

The flames only followed the lines of the circle, but little did they know, it started following the lines of the pentagram and the star inside the circle.

Inside the circle that they were standing in…

"I guess you're all trapped in my circle of doom", they all heard a pitchy sound from the outside.

Dorothy.

"Don't worry, you'll all die soon", she continued.

Then they all started hearing footsteps moving around the circle of flames. Wandering around it as if wanting to see every side of the misery from inside of it.

"What do you want?", Raimonda screamed, but her scream seemed low. It didn't belong to her. She felt like it belonged to someone else.

"When are you going to acknowledge me?", Dorothy said, followed by her usual wicked laugh. This time, her laugh made the flames grow bigger and wider.

"Don't do what she says", Liam said from the outside of the trap. He seemed serious, but not so serious that his voice didn't belong to him. It belonged to someone else she knows, but Raimonda couldn't figure out who it was.

"Liam!", Raimonda shouted. "Leave him alone, you little crap".

"Now let's not get testy", Dorothy said as calm as she determined on being. She seemed to enjoy this moment. The grief inside of her is bigger than anything else.

Even bigger than her mischievousness.

She continued taking her slow footsteps around the circle. Mike was listening to every single one she made. Tracing it. Knowing where it's coming from.