Hallodean Assassins

Ultimo Viaggio Continued

I was in a forest, high up in the trees. For a second I thought I had not changed position but the opposite became quite obvious. I was in a pine forest this time, the same kind that surrounded our school. The smell was different, the feel was different and I felt the overwhelming sensation of something going awry.

I could hear Moira speak.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

"Nope" I said.

"Fucking Hell, Chenin, ama ghost !"

I heard her laughing, madly. She freaked out like I had but she was happy, damn I could feel how happy she was.

"I smell the pine trees, are we above them? I feel the wind" she held her face to the wind gentle caress.

"Yes we're above the trees and it is beautful" I tried to portray the sight.

"The thing that FoxTrot spoke about, is it something you have to see" she asked.

Once again I heard Gilead's voice inside my head, well my consciousness. I suppose she could as well.

" Yeah, I think seeing or hearing what you are about to witness will really differ by naught"

And that's when I heard it. From a distance away among what would be a clearing among the trees. A scream of pure horror and terror, so high and bone-chilling that had either of us possessed a body at the time, chills would have consumed us.

"I know that voice" I heard Moira.

"So do I"

Then we were moved again, teleported through space to the origin of the grisly sound.

I was afraid to look down  as I had only the slightest idea of what was unfolding below me.

I looked down.

What I saw below was sadly something I had seen coming before all this shit even started to happen. Before hooded men were burning my house down or I was floating outside my body, I had known that Kendron Deimos was haunted by a dark passenger.

Allow me to elaborate.

The dark passenger is a psychological theory that speaks to those who are forced to commit dark actions under compulsion. I had first come across it with the case of Jeffrey Dahmer, one of the most notorious serial killers of all time, who said he commited his murders not by will but by anger. It fueled him. 

I met Kendron in the fourth grade and we hit it off immediately but I will never forget his temper. It put mine to shame as I had more control. Kendron was a loose cannon. In the sixth grade we were both still being bullied by Kesha Santaro, yes a girl. She was pretty big and had a very deep voice, so much testosterone we used to say she had three balls.

We were constantly taunted by her and her posse. And everyday while she made her attempts at gaining attention I would see Kendron grab a pencil for instance, see him consider it but put it back down again and let her continue. She never really hit us but she always said some mean shit.

But the endpoint to his composure was when she had teased him the week his mother died. I remember the scene as it had unfolded exactly.

We were talking to teach other. He was crying like a bitch, but you know who wouldn't. He really felt it. He had just woken up one morning to her not breathing and his father calling the hospital. She had just passed in her sleep.

Kesha had really planned to get at him that day. I saw her talking to her friends and pointing at us long before they approached. Then she stepped forward and put her hand on his desk, two other minions standing behind her, she looked at him and smiled while she uttered one sentence.