Ghost Mirror

Chapter 12 - The Stench of Betrayal

            Vince finally woke up after hearing a cell door close with great force, Vince looked and saw Spencer being escorted out of the room by a demon. Vince quickly got up and rushed to the bars on his cell.

            “Spencer.” Vince called, but Spencer did not acknowledge Vince so Vince turned to the demonic guard.

            “Where are you taking him?”

The guard laughed.

            “To see Lucifer.” The guard said with a slight chuckle.

Vince started searching for Jessie as panic over took him, Vince found Jessie in a cell across the small hallway that ran between the cells.

            “JESSIE, WAKE UP.” Vince pled.

Jessie groggily opened her eyes and looked at Vince, she looked confused, Vince’s concerned looked made her focus.

            “Where’s Spencer.” Jessie asked.

            “I think he’s giving up.” Vince admitted causing Jessie to quickly get up off her cot and go to her cell door.

            “That doesn’t make any sense, why would he…”

Vince interrupted.  

            “I don’t know, maybe Satan got to him or something.” Vince said, “Either way, we have to get out of here, if Spencer is giving up and joining Satan’s army we could be a peace offering.”

            Vince and Jessie started looking around trying to find some way out of the prison cells. Jessie’s eyes soon fell upon an old-looking key sitting in an inconspicuous spot almost under Vince’s cell door.

            “There’s a key.” Jessie said.

            “What? Where?” Vince asked.

            “Sticking out from under your door.” Jessie replied.

Vince looked down to see the rounded end of a key sticking out from under his door. Vince bent down and grabbed the key.

            “Who could have left this?” Vince asked.

            “Spencer left it, I’m sure of it.” Jessie said assured.

Vince looked at Jessie to emphasize his point.

            “But why?” Vince asked, “So we could help him, or to lead us into a trap.”

Vince placed the key in the cell and turned. The door opened with a grinding squeal. Vince crossed the narrow walkway between his cell and Jessie’s.

            “Jessie, we may have to face the fact that we have lost him.” Vince said inserting the key into the lock on Jessie’s cell, and unlocked it.

            The door swung open with a quicker, quieter squeal.

Jessie’s face was twisted into a look of worry.

            “Jessie, are you alright?” Vince asked.

            “I don’t know, I just had…I don’t know what it was.”

            “It was like a nightmare?” Vince asked.

            Jessie’s concern grew, how could they had similar dreams, unless it was all orchestrated by someone with the ability to affect dreams and make them as dark and disturbing as he was. It was clear who was responsible, they had seen him in their nightmares, and now it was time to find their friend, and hope he was still their friend.