Chapitre 101: Disembodied Voice
“Hey Mary! Wait up.” I yell to Mary as she turns around surveying the crazy person who’s screaming her name. After the first painting got ruined by a spirit, most likely from the first power, writing a Bosnian saying on it. Every time I go to sleep it invades my dreams, ‘Pomozi Nam Lotisia.’
For the last few days I've been studying the Bosnian language, it's very complicated and the words are just all over the place.
Sasha said that the girls are buried in a tomb, but nobody knows where it’s located. Maybe like in an abandoned tomb in Egypt or something. Last night I watched a documentary on Cleopatra and it talks all about abandoned tombs and such. Since she said I’m the only living Zastitnik known to man, I’m most likely the only person that could locate them. Where would I start for that, also why haven’t I got my power.
I also wonder how other Zastitnik's dealt with all of this. Were they overwhelmed with fear?
She was saying that Zastitniks can manipulate elements and create energy shields, but for the past week I’ve been trying to channel my inner ‘Zastitnik’, but to no avail. I hope they come soon, it would really interesting to have powers then I won’t feel so regular anymore. But what really shook my core was when she told me that Grandpa knew about wolves and was pack doctor there. He does go out of town often, maybe that is where he's going. Did my grandmother know about his second life? Did my parents know? I highly doubt it when I was growing up we didn't spend much time here.
Why wouldn’t he tell me that he knew about them, probably the same reason I didn’t tell him about Alexander to protect me and me to protect him. So many people have been keeping secrets from me like I’m some child, except for Sasha. Over and over again Alexander keeps saying she isn't trustworthy and she’s here to kill me. I don’t get that feeling from her, something inside her tells me she’s more than what they say about her.
I push my own worrying thoughts aside and focus my attention on Mary. “You got the painting?” Putting my backpack on the ground, I gently unwrap the painting from the dirty cloth and hand it to her. Her eyes lit up on contact with it, I watch her aqua blue nails glide down the wolf's body. “It’s. . .amazing Quinn, your talent is out of this world.” It took me an extra three hours to finish it, I crossed my fingers hoping my body wouldn't get taken over again.
I throw her a warm smile, “So you think your sister will like it?” The one thing an artist doesn't want to hear, is that someone doesn't like their new painting.
She gives me a dumbfounded look, “Will she like it? I think she will love it; she’s always wanted to date a werewolf; I keep telling her they don’t exist.” I nod agreeing with her. If only her sister knew they were indeed real. Dating Alexander hasn’t been much of a challenge than I thought. In the book and movie series they make it seem somewhat of a challenge. Having to keep secrets and taking on a double life.
Lyra notices me, but not on a detailed level. I make sure I hang with her and don’t act all suspicious around her. Also, making sure Alexander doesn’t do anything wolfy-like around her, he sometimes growls when he does, I just pinch his arm, gently though.
“Supernatural men are our kryptonite. Well, if she wants anything else painted, maybe a vampire just tells me.”
“You got it.” said Mary throwing me a thumbs up, her aqua blue painted nail glows under the sunlight. “How much is it?
“Oh- you don’t have t-”
Suddenly, I lose my train of thought. A small, dark and mystifying voice creeps into my head. It seeps in like water flowing into a gutter. ‘come to me’, the disembodied voice says. I look around the hallway, students walk by laughing and joking around. By the door I see someone reading a book. While a couple hold hands, probably confessing their love to one another. What is happening?
“Quinn- are –are you ok?” Mary voice comes out distorted, her eyes will with worry and fear. I shake my head at her, unsure of what is going on. ‘Follow my voice Quinn’, a gasp escapes me the disembodied voice knows my name. It calls me like it knows me, like we have been pales for years.
“I- I have to go. The painting is free.” I leave Mary confused and lost by her locker. Something is moving my feet, and arms. It isn’t me though, something is driving me it’s like I’m the car and someone is steering the wheel. I wish to stop but sadly can’t. ‘That’s right go to your car Quinn, come to me I need you’, the voice calls out.
“Thanks!” She says.
As I’m 6 inches from the door, Lyra comes up to me. “Hey, where are you going school just started.” I try to use my voice, but find that it’s lost. My body is not my own now, I’m a mere puppet in a musical. Instead, I just shakes my head and walk out the door, behind me Lyra screams my name but I just ignore her.
“If you don’t want to talk that’s fine, but ignoring me is an asshole move.” She screams to me.
Within a few seconds I’m behind my wheel, driving down the road to an unknown location. Where is the voice taking me?
I walk quickly up the hill, in front of me lies the pack house. ‘travel down the stair’, the voice tells me. My hand grabs the shiny doorknob and enters into the pack house, no one is in here they must be at school or working. Turning down the hallway, I find myself in front of the prison doors. Those same big guys that were here before stand stiff at the door. Hands in front, feet a width apart and lips pushed together.
Why am I at the prison, I thought curiously.
“Oh, not you again.” One of the guys moans out, I learned his name was Ivan just an FYI he isn’t nice. “You're not getting down here.” He assures me.
The other guys just stand quietly, I learned that he doesn’t talk just stands and intimidates. ‘you need to get past the guards.'
“How the hell am I going to do that without getting killed.” I whisper to the mysterious voice.
“Who are you talking to?” Ivan asks me. I just ignore him.
‘Just hold on I got this’. What does that mean? My body starts to feel strong, adrenaline rushes throughout my body. “You better move, I don’t want to hurt you.” The words slip out my mouth like water.
Ivan and his partner just laugh, their perfect teeth shine bright as cackles come out. “Fine, you asked for it.” I pull Ivan by his arm and kick him in the gut, while slinging him across the room. Jesus what the hell am I doing, I can’t fight. Someone is taking over me, making me do this extraordinary stuff. His partner's eyes widen at me, scared to even fight. He pushes me out the way and runs down the long hall. Damn, fighting is exhilarating.
I look towards Ivan; he seems to be unconscious hopefully he isn’t dead. Creeping towards him slowly, my finger nudges him. Before I could inspect more the voice comes in my head again.
“I just can’t leave him!” I speak. ‘he’s irreverent, keep moving’.
‘take the keys.’ I turn Ivan over, god this man weighs a lot. Taking the shiny brass key from his pocket, I unlock the door and head down the basement. The prisoners lay quietly in their cells, some are rocking back and forth talking to themselves. ‘come closer your almost there’, I find myself in front of Sasha. Her bright pink lips turn up in a sinister smile, she’s the voice, the one telling me what to do, the one controlling over my body.
“It’s you!” I say in disbelief.
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