The Twin's Downfall | COMPLETED

Part 1 - Day 1465

Honestly, I do not get many visitors.

But when I do, they are mostly psychiatrists, researchers or people from the government. They said that they wanted to know my brain. They wanted to know how it worked. I told them to open my brain up on a petri dish and see how it goes. Others do not take it nicely, and some simply laughed at my statement as if I was making a joke.

It was not a joke, I was being very serious. What secrets does the main organ has that they see fit to research on?

I had an early visitor today.

I have yet to finish my breakfast when the doors hissed open and a group of armed men entered the small space. Their sudden arrival did not pique my interest. I cared less about humans - they were the reason I was here. There were five men in total – four were merely guards and the one in question was holding a thick file to his chest, as if precious.

"Um... hello," he spoke uncertainly.

I breathed not a word.

"My name is John Smith," he continued. "And I need your help."

John Smith was a young priest-in-making. He was dressed in his black attire, and I could sense that he was dealing with the undead. There was too much death hanging around him - it was bound to be a potential death trap for him - I wonder why he wanted to save them, even when he was weak.

I wonder how he knew of my existence.

It must be thanks to the Warden.

"You do not need my assistance, Mr. Smith," I said. "What you need is a stronger priest."

A gasp left his lips as he tightened the grip he has on the thick file. "H-how did you know that?" he asked quickly. "You haven't seen the reports yet."

"I do not need to see," I said. "I know your kind. You smell like one."

"Pardon?"

There was two-inch thick glass separating me from them. I was outnumbered and definitely, outgunned yet I could smell their fear. The men were watching me from afar – a warning sign to stay three feet away from the glass was in bold white letters – and they must have been warned to keep away. Despite the glass barrier, none dared to come close.

I got up to dispose my plate and glass into a slot in the wall before I faced the group again. "Your peculiar case of a vengeful spirit," I explained. "A poltergeist, you would say if you want to describe these horrid creatures."

"How did you –"

I raised a finger to silence him and scribbled a note on a piece of paper before placing it at the slot on the right. The lid closed and opened on the other side, but the young man did not move to take the paper. I think the guards have told him not to take anything from me - if he were to be given any.

"Take it," I said. "It will help you solve the case."

Swallowing hard, he went to the slot and took the piece of paper. After he read what I wrote, he turned pale as ash and quickly left. His four-man guard followed suit.

I watched them leave, and I felt the sudden need to offer advice.  "Do not get too close, Mr. Smith," I offered. I'd hate to see this rare human to be tainted by the darkness of humanity, especially because he's doing psychic work.

He did not look back once as the doors closed, and I was alone again.

I like his aura, it's lilac and it is rare to see that shade on a human.

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