Chapter 35: You have a visitor & a missing heart. (Dannity)

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The engines whistle lifted my impromptu nap... outside still dark; muggy and a storm seemed to be brewing off in the distance, indicated by the flash of sporadic and crawling light out of my window.

A low gurgling and groan loafed nearby; the tone growing heavier by the seconds passing. It's strange how quickly unused senses become overtly aware and sound off like blinking neon lights of a town's hush-hush section; the recognition that I wasn't the only sitting here now, how the seat next to me had stayed appreciatively vacant up to this very moment; as my peripheral view had watched the creeping sloth of a outlined silhouette place itself upon the navy cushioned top as my new riding companion.

A terror grew upon me as that groan had turned up in volume; the sound had crawled up my right side. Whatever was making the unsettling noise, had taken the liberty of choosing me. I hesitated under the tiredness still plaguing my brain; adrenaline had yet to awaken; yet the urge had begun to grow.

I knew it would turn out to be ugly; and again, the gut instincts just tipped over onto the side of that damn habit of curiosity; this kitty was surely going to be up right in no time flat.

The horsed moan had become even more pronounced. Chewing at the fear catapulting up my throat, and possibly irritating as it continued to do so. I'm very aware that you are insisting to gain my full attention!

Quickly, how my veins filled.

I grimaced, as a whimper bubbled under my breath.

How and why always me?

I think the seekers of the hell portals of earth have had their 'the one' senses crossed with the wrong wires, as clearly I. Am. Not. The. One. I was a little more than fed up at this point; and again – irritated as I felt as though I must be beaming in high pulsating lights, with the caption 'Here I Is' in cursive letters.

I pursed my lips as I had reached a newer lever of done. I dropped my arm heavily into my lap; cracking my neck; searching the exact words to precisely exchange.

"I don't know who you work for...err... are eternally enslaved to... or incredibly indebted to... err... whatever message you need to send back telepathically or through some blood telephone ritual, but, I'm not who you obviously mistaken me for...."

My rant seized as my throat squeezed any awaiting syllable to muffle out as my browns met the set of hazel irises' I'd looked lovingly; intimately; angrily; happily; somberly and just recently untrustworthily into for the last five years.

To see them outlined within the white auras encircling; the whitest of white shade painted upon her always flawless face; which now looked even more porcelain than before; my lips parted with nothing to offer; traces of liquid pinched at my eye lashes but crying had never been a strong attribute of mine. As much as it pierced at my heart, the heavy river wouldn't escape.

Before I had thought of any reaction, my right hand had already been outstretched to grapple her fragile face. As my hand made, what would be, contact, fingers sliced through her cheek and into the plunging artic air; the price to pay for any entity to bring forth their presence in order to manifest.

No wonder why I was feeling so drained; ready to drop; she must have used what little energy I had left to be here; right now; away from any others from seeing that she was trying to make her own contact with me.

"I'm so... sorry..." I finally mumbled, pulling my frigid hand back. It didn't feel as though it was enough to say, but it was all that croaked out. She didn't reciprocate a word back. Shaking her head left to right; indicating no need for sorry to be said.

She lifted her neck; exposing the inch-wide gap, talking in hand puppet rhythm, grotesquely smooching its own version of a badly cut jack-o-lanterns mouth. I held onto the retched pounding of my stomach lining. This was why she had little to no way of verbal communicating.

Suddenly the guy in the apartment made sense; he couldn't have been put there by her; but who? The blonde vamp?

"Was it that blonde at the party?" I abruptly asked.

Shaking her head again, in an unknowing effort. Comprehending unexpectedly, she had had her right hand placed over the center of her chest this whole time. The purples; blues and black along with the slew of red marbled skin gave much left to imagine as to her protest to unveil what was missing.

They ripped it out.

Her dry and cracked lips parting to shape the words she desperately tried to speak.

I sounded out as best of what I could tell as she slowly mimed the syllables.

"Fff... iii... nnneee..." I articulated.

Irritated as she could easily get with me, she speedily threw away my less than stellar deciphering method.

Snapping hard with the last letter she could huff out.

"Find?" I acknowledged. "You want me to find..."


Her heart!

That's what was keeping her here now; able to 'walk' among the living; to find me.

I pondered how she must have felt those last few moments – the fear; anger; possible sadness... I know the later one would have certainly crossed my minds waning path; with all that had happened; with the uncertainty for what could have been – my heart broke as all of these feelings washed over me; and finally with no forced effort, a tear slide down my stingy right eye; dripping onto my cheek, falling through her translucent white hand and plopping onto my jeans.

I swept over to see her slight smile greet me; she had always known that crying wasn't my forte; it wasn't something I did on a whim. I suppose this showcase of emotion gave her an ease for the fights we had recently gotten into.

My quivering lips simulated an 'I love you.'

I whipped over to my left and out the widow to place how far we had gotten. I think I see headstones through this freaking fog. There was a tremendously piece of land that housed many of WitcLand's deceased. Hinson... Hamilton... Ward... the familiar names appeared atop the carved stone (the hordes of useless knowledge that resurface when thinking you'd think to never need it) – we're just outside of town.

As I continued to look out of the framed window, a silhouette grew larger as the train car came closer; shifting left then right; down then up – what was it doing? What more is done in a Cemetery than all else – you dig! It's digging at something... or worse... someone – but who? The eeriness escalated quickly as I had remembered that same shape sitting underneath the walkway that night at school – that wolf...dog... thing.

I turned back to Nikki, only to find her apparition had disappeared. Is this the cause of her appearance; to not miss the fun dog-man activity outside?

With Nik dead, there wasn't much a chance for me to keep going far and further from all of this – it would all but eventually catch up to me, one way or another.

I growled as I stood in protest while reaching for the pully. I'm sure that these few people will be ecstatic to find they have been stopped right dab in the middle of death city central, otherwise known as 'Ward Memorial Park,' with an apparent looney treasure hunting through random coffins.

I lifted my arm for the lever....

BAM!

BAM! 

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