Kapitel 15: Blob
I suppose I should be surprised but…
…I can't care less
Right now, I need to do just one thing. I need to kill those motherfuckers.
The wolves start to walk towards Nick, but I place myself in the middle, I don't care if they kill him, but I don't want to deal with his ghost.
I look at them with the coldest gaze I've ever made. I hate them, I hate them so much killing them once is not going to be enough but what can I even do?
I don't know how to fight, I'm not physically strong and I know for a fact they can tear me apart easily so why do I feel so confident?
I have a horrible headache, the screams of all those poor victims are ringing in my ears while the wolves only creep closer.
I want them dead. They don't deserve to be among the living. My heart pounds in my chest, the black blob gets closer with each step the wolves take and I smile.
"Let's kill them together" I say to the blob, the wolves tilt their heads confused but why should I care about them?
I reach out my hand to the black blob until we finally touch and my breath hitch. I feel strong but weak. Alive but dead. Happy but sad. Relieve but desperate. Found but lost.
I look at the wolves and my smile only widens, they flinch and one of them even takes a step back. Black mist starts to cover us. I don't know what's happening but I'm not afraid, I know this will not harm me.
The black blob is no longer just a ghost, it changes, now it's something tangible. It charges at them and swallows them, I hear bones breaking and terrified screams.
The four wolves shout in horror and pain but the blob doesn't stop, I can't see what's happening but by the sound of it, I know it's painful.
After a long time the blob lets them go and what I see is disgusting. The wolves are still alive but I'm sure they wish they were dead.
They can't stand, their legs look like jelly made out of meat and crush bones. Some of them have missing limbs and one of them has its eyes poked out.
Their whole bodies are injured and bloody, their bodies have the consistencies of rag dolls.
I can't suppress the bile anymore, I bend over and put my hand on a tree trunk to support my body. I feel breakfast escape my mouth with the bile.
Once I'm done, I wipe my mouth and look up again. They're still breathing but not for much.
I don't want to see this anymore, I want to look away but I can't… I feel like I need to see this to the very end. I keep looking until shadowy hands cover my eyes.
"Don't look, Allie. You must only look at pretty things" Blacky says soothingly "This is their punishment, this is the retribution for their actions. You're not guilty of their faults".
I feel something wet running down my face, that's weird. I raise my hand and wipe the water from my face; I look at my hand and my fingertips are wet.
"I'm crying" I say out loud "why am I crying?".
No one answers me, but that's alright, I don't want an answer. I move Blacky's hands away from my face and stare at the wolves again. I will see their punishments to the very end.
After a couple of whimpers and pain-fill howls, the wolves die. I see the light leaving their eyes and slowly the four ghosts are now in front of me as if they were never hurt.
They look surprised and hurt but I have no sympathy to give them. They deserve what they got. Now that they're ghosts, they can't escape the blob but even if the blob tries to harm them now, nothing will happen, they will harm them, but they can't kill them anymore.
The four wolves growl at me and charge ready to tear me apart. They jump once they're close enough but their bodies just pass right through me.
I chuckle lightly. I can touch ghosts if I want to, just like with Blacky or the blob, but I don't want to touch them and there are not many ghosts like Blackly that can interact with the space around them.
They try to charge at me again but before they can do it, white and golden chains shoot out from the floor. It's always pitiful to see that.
The chains grab their bodies and slowly drag them towards the earth, the wolves break the chains and try to run away but before they can do that more chains shoot from the floor, with each chain they break a studier more painful one replaces it.
I don't know if heaven or hell exists, and I don't care, the only thing I know is that those chains only appear towards people that did pretty messed up things. I don't know where they go but I hope it's painful.
They keep trying to escape but I know they will not succeed, there are not many ghosts that can escape those chains, not everyone is like Blacky. I see how they slowly give up and the chains drag them until they disappear, swallow by the earth.
"Thank you" a chorus of voices say, making me direct my gaze towards the blob, no, it's no longer a blob, they're normal-looking people… well, ghosts. They're talking together as if they're just one voice. Among those voices, I can identify the wolf's voice, the one that called me here.
Most of them start to fade away, I smile faintly, I know they're passing but not all of them. Some of them are being dragged by the same white and golden chains but unlike the other wolves, they don't fight it. The ones being dragged have complicated but solemn smiles.
I think they're grateful they can pay for their wrongdoings but maybe I'm just imagining things. After just a couple of seconds, I'm left alone with Blacky, the wolves' corpses, and an unconscious Nick.
How am I going to explain this? Well, it's not like I can explain it, I don't know what just happened, that's the first time I was able to do that.
My ability did grow with time but nothing to this level. Between my 2 and 13 years old my ability evolved. In the beginning, I was just able to see them and understand them, then I was able to touch them if I wanted to, after that I was able to identify from humans to non-humans, among other unimportant things.
Now, apparently, I can make them visible and tangible. I don't even know how I did it but I think I did it by instinct.… I was not expecting such an annoying and useless ability.
I'm glad Nick is unconscious; I don't want people to know I can do this. Just imagine… people that who lose their loved ones can become obsessed if they know I can do this. They would be asking me to show them their loved ones, they wouldn't let them pass.
"I'll deal with the corpses" Blacky says calmly and I'm grateful since I don't want to see them anymore.
Even when I'm grateful, I hate the way he 'deals' with corpses, he embraces the corpses like thick mist and 'eats' them. It doesn't look like much but watching it is… unsettling.
I look at Nick, he's still unconscious. I don't know how I'm going to take him with me.
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