That Makes Three

Chapter Sixteen

The vision started off the same as the others, although this time it was more realistic. I walked through the forest, my feet crunching the leaves. Bending down I took one between my thumb and forefinger to reveal a pour print. I touched it and felt to my surprise that it was wet. Looking up I realised I was in an old building, the stain glass windows streaming in multicoloured light.

Blood trickled across the floor and spread in between my toes. It was warm. I shivered when I followed the trail of blood and  saw a pile of bodies in front of me, some of the bodies were so twisted and blooded that I couldn't recognise them. When I took a step closer I began to be able to make out who they were. Some faces were blurred and slashed but others stood out painfully clearly. Caren with her face frozen in terror - the blonde haired girl id seen in the photo and a couple of kids I'd seen in the hallway at school. At the bottom of the pile I saw a bandaged hand. Shelley. Bending down I was blasted back by a blow to the chest, the Hemlock police logo fading in and out of focus along with a smoking shot gun. I felt fear prick my throat, but I didn't scream.

Instead I held onto my right shoulder and turning to run when I saw a  woman at the base of a tree, bleach blonde hair the same colour as her pale dead skin. Only half her body was visible, her torso ending in a bloody mess. The stench of her rotting flesh invaded my nostrils, making me retch hard. There was an even blonder haired woman moving toward her body, her arms drenched in blood. Suddenly I saw Peter grab the blurry figure and growl, his eyes an atomic yellow as he clawed at the person with paws. Blinking I stepped back from the two fighting dogs.

When I opened my eyes they were vicious wolves, one white and one brown. The wolf with the pale fur coat clawed the other, Peter, in the face I shuddered and turned, feeling the ache in my cheek as if it had been cut. Feeling a scream bubble up in my chest i pressed my hand to it and closed my eyes as the pain vibrated through my skull.

Hearing Peter scream I turned to see him in human form, holding his face in his hands. It looked like he was crying, as he fell to his knees, but as I watched, blood began to seep through the spaces between his fingers. When he pulled his hands away I watched, with terror sinking its claws deep into my chest, as his face came away as well. His eyeballs blushed and his bloody skull protruded from his face before I fell to the floor at my feet, whining in wolf form. A bullet in his shoulder.

Looking up I saw only  piercing green eyes. They were framed by strands of jet black hair and golden brown skin. A silver chain hung around her neck was raised to her lips and she kissed it. When she did, the blood from it stained her lips. She smiled, allowing me to see blood trickle down from her teeth to her shirt, which was already drenched. She smelt like blood and fear. Suddenly she began to come toward me - her laugh slithering from her tongue and coiling around my throat, her sword raised. As if I had no control I held my hand out toward her, stopping her dead in her tracks. Her body convulsed as her eyes and nose bled.

And then she was on the ground, but not by my hand. A tall, long haired woman, who I now knew as Mrs Godfrey, stood over her body. I watched her face when a long manicured finger wiped a drop of blood from her lips, which were curled back over sharp teeth. Her eyes were completely black, and veins bulged from her forehead and neck. Flashes of a small, blonde haired boy holding her hand filled my mind. As I watched I saw this little boy grow into a floppy haired, tall chiselled statue. Roman. He stood between me and the wolf with white fur, his hand shaped like claws. When I reached for him he turned, his eyes black and crying blood. He looked so sad, and his form unstable, as if it was made of static he kept switching from the him I was used to and the sad, weeping monster. My heart pounding I walked toward Roman and took his hand in mine. No one was allowed to make him cry.

"Show yourself!" I yelled, and regretted it as soon as I had, because water came out with the words. And then I remembered. This wasn't real. It felt real, but it wasn't. Walking up to the wolf I slapped it hard across the face. A naked girl jumped out of the wolf. She couldn't have been more than fourteen. Her form was blurred but from what I could see, she was crying. The wolf snarled, blood on its face before it pounced at me, it's rotten breath and teeth the last thing I saw, smelt before it went back.

I felt warm. I clung to Peters hand, I felt his rings against my thumb and forefinger, and moved back into Romans arms. In my other hand I rubbed a pale pink blanket. Everything was perfect and happy - the sense of euphoria drowning me. When I sighed in contentment the feeling changed. I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread and loss. My whole body shrivelled in on itself at how hollow my chest had become. Feeling an icy chill on my neck that burned I turned as Romans hands withdrew from around me. Looking down I saw Peters hand just about to slip from mine.

"No!" I said as he walked away, his form becoming blurry, leaving me alone and clutching the blanket. My form shook, my body becoming uncontrollable I dropped the blanket that sloshed. Confused I looked down to see that it had landed in and was now soaking up blood. Dread pooling in my gut I followed the trail and opened my mouth when I saw Roman laying pale on the floor, his arms split open and his blood dripping from my clothes as I fell to my knees. I scrambled to him and shook him, everything in my chest swelling, twisting and building.

My heart stuttered as the vision faded and I sat bolt up right in the bath, my restraints gone. Fear un-bottled in my chest and I screamed. It was long, loud and so high pitched that it felt like my throat was going to rip open.

But the scream kept on coming, the breath never ending. The pain, sorrow and fear leeched out into the scream as the people who died screamed their last with me.

Tears in my eyes I finally stopped when I no longer felt them with me. Scrabbling out of the bath I tripped and fell hard on my side. But this didn't stop me. I continued to slip and slide until I was backed up into a corner, my knees pulled up to my chest. The feeling of pain and loss and sadness still too fresh in my mind. It was overwhelming. My heart felt like it was breaking and I didn't know why. It didn't feel like my pain. I shook my head, trying to think through the cold.

"Death. There was so much... death -" I panted in a tormented voice as Destiny came toward me with a candle.

"Honey, What happened?... You're ok now." Her voice as warm but her words burned. What didn't happen? Everyone died and left me alone - how were all those people that were going to die be okay?

"Bodies just piling up and bleeding everywhere, I can still smell it." I continued to bumble, wiping my dripping nose. When I saw Peter kneeling down next to me I cringed away, avoiding looking at him for too long. I shook my head slowly.

"What am I?" I whispered. He draped a coat over me slowly, his face blank.

"You're Miya." He said in a quiet tone.

"No - you said I'm not psychic. I have visions of - of, dead people dying people who are gunna die I know how and when and why they're going to die! Friend of gypsy - that's what you said-" I screeched, turning to Destiny. "-No one likes me - my own parents couldn't stand being in the same state as me - so what the fuck am I?" I cried, pressing my back against the bathroom wall, suppressing the urge to let out my frustration again.

"A banshee. Harbinger of death." I turned at the sound of Romans voice. He was holding a candle up to the wall opposite me. His fingers gliding over a crater in it, about the size of his head.