Ousting psychopath killers 101

Prompted memories and suspicions

  "What's wrong with her?" Megan directed the question at Cel.

  "Memories of the Dungeon." Cel's reply was stiff, reminding me of their rivalry.

  "Oh, I'll help get rid of it." Before anyone could even move, Megan flicked her hand at me and...Did she just shoot a light at me? I'm not kidding, she literally PRODUCED a light with her hands and flung it at me. THAT WAS EVEN MORE BADASS THAN CEL AND HER TELEPORTATION.

  As the light hit me, I vaguely heard Cel shouting in...anger? Concern? But then I blacked out and found myself  suspended in a blue sphere. It was not really blue, but more like, gel-like clear blue? Even I had no clue what I was talking about. 

  "Hello!" I yelled. Where was I?

  "Your subconscious. Cel can't get in here while reading your mind, so we can have a private conversation." Megan's voice replied. Spinning around, I saw her standing behind me, but she wasn't wearing that Harry Potter Witch cloak anymore, instead, a pale yellow sundress highlighted her slim frame and her hair, usually in a tight bun, was let down, floating around her shoulders. She was also barefoot. It was a nice change, she almost looked...human.

  "But you're here." Why couldn't Cel get in?

  "I am of much higher power than HER." The way Megan said that made me think that she was glad it was that way. "Anyway, I need to show you something that you must keep a secret at all times, even from Cel or that...umm...is it Victory?" I was starting to see why Nicole hid her name, I thought.

  Reading my mind, Megan smiled apologetically. "Ahh, Nicole. Not Victory." 

  "Victorae." I muttered.

  "Yes, yes." Megan waved her hand. "We have much more important matters to discuss besides the weirdness of your friend's name. I brought you here today to show you why you must be wary of Celeste, your spirit guide." Well, that was certainly unexpected. EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!, a voice in my head boomed. My brain was weird. Awesome, but weird.

  "We don't have much time. Alright, firstly, we have a suspicion that your murderer was a non human. No fingerprints, no forced entry, teleportation was clearly a key factor." Spirit guides! the thought sprang to mind.

  Megan waved her hand again, and an image appeared in front of her. It was of a laughing Celeste, but she appeared to be...younger? There was no visible signs of it, but rather the look on her face was more carefree. There was a two girls next to her, one with bright red hair. It took me a while to realize that it was actually Rachel, but with a different hair colour. The other had blonde hair like me, but while the other two were laughing, her cat-like features were arranged into a rather sinister sneer.

  "Yes, this was taken fifteen years ago, when Celeste had just been murdered. She became a spirit guide after she caught her murderer, but here she was just a plain old ghost, much like you. HER spirit guide was a girl named Cassidy. Now, Cassidy turned out to be corrupted. She used her powers for evil, and we eventually terminated her. But, we suspended Celeste too. Do you know why?"

  I shook my head, shuddering at the change in the atmosphere. I knew Cel was not the saint that she portrayed, but what else was she hiding?

  "I'll leave you to figure it out yourself then." Megan turned abruptly away, letting me know not to ask questions. I winced, suddenly feeling a pounding at the back of my head. At the same time, the sphere changed shape.

  Megan spun around abruptly, "Celeste is trying to get in here. She knows I'm telling you something. You must not tell her anything. Do not let her know you suspect her."

  "Won't she read my mind and figure it out herself'?'' From the look Megan was giving me, I either asked the stupidest question of the year, or I was a genius and my train of thoughts were too complex for her comprehension.

  "We are having this conversation in your subconscious. The memory and any thoughts relating to it will be held here. And Celeste cannot come here, no matter how hard she tries. so, no, she will not. And we might as well make a back up story, so," Megan clicked her fingers, and a video began playing in mid air, except without a screen. It was just projected out from who-knows-where. It was only a few seconds long, but the memory of the sharp blade rushing towards me was terrifying.

  Megan muttered a few words which sounded like "I cook ice-cream." and the video disappeared. Then, she turned around and told me, "I said, I cloak thy memory. Nothing to do with ice-cream." Oh. Well, I miss ice-cream.

  "Lets go back." Megan flicked another hand at me and the light materialized again. We reappeared in the court room and in front of an angry Cel a few moments later. I winced, seeing Cel's face. All hell was about to break loose.