Blamed

Chapter 36

Laughter filled the windless air and the sound ate at my nerves. My eyes were trained on Crimson and I glanced at Turner. A sad look graced his features. She killed her grandmother.

The Earth shook underneath us and a strong wave made contact with everyone, sending us all flying back. I rolled over the ground, dirt littering my clothes.

"Don't listen to him, Crimson! He's just trying to get you angry!" Prospero shouted. I tried to stand to my feet, but another pulse came from her body.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" She roared. Her voice echoed around us and the ground cracked. She stepped forward, but never did she charge at Harold.

"What's wrong?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Her hands balled up at her sides, shaking.

"Not so powerful, are you? Death meter a little low?" He pointed at her and curled his finger. Her arms stretched out to each side and her body began floating off the ground.

"Crimson," I strained out. The pulses were constantly leaving her body, disabling anybody from moving. Somehow, Harold was unaffected.

"I did not kill my grandmother, you son of a bitch." She gritted out. He started walking towards her and I growled.

"Calm down, Crimson. So... So I can move." I breathed out. It felt like something was sitting on me. As if there was an extremely heavy weight on my shoulders.

"She can't, and do you know why she can't?" He stood in front of her, trailing the end of his cane across her stomach.

"She killed poor, old granny. Straggled her to death in her own living room." He taunted.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Crimson cried out, the sound heartbreaking. Lightning struck in the sky and soon after, the sky began flooding.

"Oh, yes! You killed her, Crimson. You murdered the only person that loved you on this Earth!" He hit her with the cane, making a loud cry flow from her lips.

"Stop!" I shouted. Leo howled loudly, snarling and growling. I tried to shift, but my muscles were to tense from the pulses constantly making contact.

"I—I would have known! I wouldn't do that! Not to her!" She retorted. He strikes the cane against her stomach again, a breathless groan escaping her lips. My jaw was set tight and I tried to move.

"You couldn't have known because Prospero made you forget." He said. My eyes connected with the demon, and he was staring at the ground.

"Remember, child. Remember." Her body lowered to the ground, but she didn't have much time to attack. He pressed his hand against her head and she fell to her knees. A strangled gasp filled the air.

"Enough, Harold!" I snarled. He chuckled, pushing his other hand out towards us.

"In fact, how about we all take a trip down memory lane?"

"Memento!" He shouted loudly. Remember!

My head flew back and I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. Bright flashes of light blinded me, but I couldn't look away. There were different images splattered everywhere, but soon it all dissolved into darkness.

"Listen, Crimson—"

"No, Grandma Lee. I told you to tell me about everything that deals with the business. How long were you keeping this from me?" My eyes landed on the back of a woman's head. She had a high ponytail and was dressed in a white shirt and green shorts.

"It is my business, Crimson. If I choose not to tell you, then it's for your own good." Another woman said. I moved to where I could see both of their faces.