Encounter Part 2
Dave and Timotheo ran to the room where Shyla and Fate were. They entered the room without knocking. They were surprised to see what's happening. And they almost wished that they should have just stayed beside Shyla and Fate.
The room looked messy as if a storm came in and flung everything inside it. There were scratches on the walls that were made by the wind coming out of Fate.
Fate was floating in the air choking Shyla. Her eyes were red that one could tell she was possesed. Shyla was struggling to keep herself alive. She had never been in this kind of situation that it already made her wish she should have died before.
Dave tried to make a move. But when he was about to make a step forward, his hands and feet were already bound by the bedsheet and his mouth was gagged by a piece of cloth. It happened so fast that even he who had a gift of speed was not able to see it.
Timotheo was strucked by the fact that he would not get a help from Dave who were immobilized. The work out with Dave that day still made his body a bit of tired and weak.
When Fate saw Timotheo, she let go of Shyla then covered Shyla's whole body using the bedsheet to immobilize her.
The possesed went to Timotheo slowly. That time, Timotheo was thinking of using his gift. But it occured to him that even if he stopped time, he would not be able to do anything due to his body's condition.
The moment Fate was in front of him, Timotheo closed his eyes praying that she would not kill him.
"Hmm..."
He felt that a hand touched his face. When he opened his eyes, it was Fate's.
"So, you are the so-called Time Keeper. The one they have been talking about." Fate said, sounding like a witch.
"This is not Fate." Said Timotheo to himself. He finally realized by then that she was really possesed.
"You do not look so strong. You do not have big muscles like Sam. Looks like I am just wasting my time here."
"What do you need from me?" asked Timotheo.
Timotheo was trying his best to hide his nervousness. He was trembling to death for he knew that one wrong move would bring him to heaven.
"My master commisioned me to end your life. He says, just like what they all say, that you are a nuisance to the peace they are striving for."
Fate turned around looking for someone to entertain her.
"Anyone strong enough to kil me?"
When her eyes landed on Timotheo, she sighed.
"Looks like you have no choice kid. You have to play with me. Don't worry. I won't kill you instantly. I will make you suffer first." Said Fate, smiling like a devil.
Timotheo made himself ready for the upcoming match that might lead to his death.
Before he knew it, his whole body was flung to the wall. He involuntarily spat blood due to the impact on his body. The pain from the impact was added to his aching body.
"This is hopeless." he said to himself.
"Hey! Is that all you got??" said Fate.
When Timotheo looked at Fate, he saw all the pieces of the broken vases floating on the right hand of Fate.
"I'm sorry kid. I'm already bored. Any last words before I take your life?"
Timotheo could not think of any plan that time. He was kind of discouraged because of the predicament he was in.
He smirked and beckoned to Fate as if telling her that she should just end his life and he had no last words or anything.
When Fate was about to fling the pieces of vases to Timotheo, a phone rang.
"Ha?"
Fate was kind of irritated. She got the phone and looked who was calling.
She answered the call.
"Who the -- is this?"
Her face changed when the person on the other line spoke. Her eyes got wide opened by the words she heard that Timotheo couldn't hear even though they were kind of loudly uttered. By then, a spirit-like-body got out of Fate's body. And she dropped to the floor unconcious.
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