“So you're him, huh? The Avenger. The Killer of Killers. Nice outfit. I'm not sure about the face, though.”
-Top Dollar (The Crow)
As the Golem continues its on going assault against the two magic users, it can clearly see now that its hard work of attacking their stubborn defiance shield was finally about to pay off as with one more mighty slam against the magically power shield with its huge stone-made fists cause the shield to instantly crack into several large sections and next to shatter away like glass in countless fragment-size pieces in which knocked down both the Enchanter known as “Tim” and the White Witch known as “Mary” on to their backs hard while magical shards of once was part of the protection shield spell showers down around them and dissolves away into the ground like ice on a warm spring day.
Tim lets out a yell in frustration as he brushes off several of the tiny glowing shards that landed into his burly beard only then to see the Golem leaning its hideous face down on at the two magic users, where as Mary lets out a light shudder as she sees into the Golem’s black eyes as it looked right at her directly while it gives off a very unpleasant looking grin towards her. In its maw burned a demonic fire, the essence of otherworldly entities shacked to power the infernal creation. Its eyes were not those of a mere robot; something devilish glinted within them.
“Mary?” demanded Tim as he slowly struggles to sit up. “In this short period of time of engaging this so-called automaton of a dark creature. This bastard has shown more and more indications of having something of a bit of an idea of a conscious than I have been previously told! Is it perhaps the memories or better yet intelligence from the leftover extract of the mid-level fire demons’ essences that also powers this monstrosity’s body?”
Mary just simply appears to be ignoring Tim’s words as she keeps looking up sharply at the Golem while at the same time she carefully reaches out and grabs on to her magic wand lying next to her.
“You’re just as repulsive as the last time I saw you, Golem.” declared Mary with disgust as she quickly glances over her left shoulder as if she was looking at something or someone approaching. “Perhaps, this might be the best time for you to surrender before something very unexpected happens to you next?”
The Golem just gives back its best expression at being puzzled at Mary’s words, only that soon changed as it barely had the chance to turn its head to see and react as it now hears the sound of something or someone big and fast coming right at it.
“Oh dear, too late.” added Mary as she quickly got out of the way.
Maggie comes charging in at her opponent like a freight train because she knew there was no time for one at being stealth here, this guy needed to be taken down and fast. The Golem has already shown that it was a powerful foe to be dealt with and both Mary and Tim’s life were in great danger. She throws her punch at the Golem’s head hoping to take it by surprise and knocking it off its feet.
However, the monstrous stone creature sees Maggie’s now large right fist coming in just in time as it first blocks then knocks it away with one of its arms, only next to be quickly greeted by her left fist which slams hard against its stone face breaking off a couple of its sharp stone-like teeth in the process.
At first Maggie felt a sense of triumph that was able to get in the first punch in this fight because she has never taken on something so powerful in the supernatural sense like this before, only that moment of success quickly became replaced by a painful one for her as she looked down at her left hand as she felt a sharp stinging sensation come from it and to her horror she sees that some of the lava-like slag from the Golem’s mouth was embedding into her fingers as it was slowly burning its way into the flesh and working down to the bone.
She lets out a painful cry as she brisk-fully shakes out the hot slag from her hand as the Golem now takes a few more swings at her where she was able to ether dodge them or block them with her right arm until she sees an opening after the last swing from the Golem and was able to give it a quick sharp jab to the head.
This gave her enough time to look down at her hand again and was relieved to see that her quick healing ability was already knitting and grafting her skin back up to normal, yet nevertheless it still stung.
With great surprise the large stone creature then suddenly rushes right at Maggie at supernatural speed as it next leaps on to her swiftly then wraps its powerful bulky solid stone made arms around the Goth girl’s back tightly. Afterward it began to press its upper torso against her own and started to squeeze her as hard as it could by giving her a killer bear hug while at the same time picking her off her feet.
Maggie cried out as the Golem’s crushing grasp surrounded her with rock crushing pressure. If she were still in her normal form, this hug alone would have crushed her frail body like a dried out twig. However, now in her alternative form, her new body which made her stand just over nine feet in height and had the strength and appearance of a powerful amazon, she was almost a match for her foe.
The Golem on the other hand, stood at ten feet tall, was made of mostly of very dense gray stone and red clay and had the strength of five mid-level fire demons as well as their life-force that aided in pumping its blacken heart made from igneous rock which pumped its fire-like blood through its unnatural form. These unearthly powers additionally gave it many abilities such as speed and strength on the supernatural level, yet curiosity enough though the Golem had no magical identity of
Maggie coughed and writhed in its grasp, her muscles straining against the beast. She had crushed rock before while powered up, and yet, the otherworldly stone form of the Golem proved as unyielding as her own flesh and bone. Her own power source, the arcane furnace that burned up magic and turned it into life force, found no purchase on the Golem’s energies. For all of its supernatural appearance, it wasn’t powered by magic.
One of the ideas of its creator, a powerful and dark witch who went by the name of Jenny Greenteeth had when she forged it out of the very earth. Completely avoid of any magical abilities because she knew better that if the Golem was powered by magic to give it life, then another powerful magic user could find the right spell to control it like a puppet through their very own ability of magic implantation.
This vile creature was much stronger than Maggie and she now realizes this as she feels discomfiting pressure not only growing against the flesh on her own body, however on her upper torso and spinal cord too as if she was strapped within a large vise grip.
“Gotta break free!” she screams in her mind as she struggles back while she could feel her rib cage begin to crack inwards and was starting to have trouble breathing as pressure was building against her lungs.
Maggie then looks up into the Golem’s face as it brings her head up to its gaping mouth as if was ready to take a great bite out of her. Instead she could clearly see the reddish glow of bubbling rock and the strong smell of brimstone that was starting to form in the back of its mouth as it was preparing itself to blast her with it.
Both Tim and Mary struggle to get up quickly to help Maggie, however both were still weak from using so much magical power from the earlier fight. Tim managed to see what was happening with Maggie and was able to lift and aim his staff at the Golem’s head and fire another plasma energy blast at it to where the creature reacted from the attack by turning it’s head swiftly and firing its wad of molten rock at him instead. Only to get deflected safety away from everyone thanks to another protection spell cast by Mary.
This just gave Maggie a slim window of opportunity to react, while the Golem was still distracted with Tim. She just manages to wiggle and shift her body up enough between the creature’s iron grip to where she was face to face with the Golem and just as it slowly turns it head back to her, its met with Maggie’s as she slams as hard as she could with her forehead against its own.
At first the Golem is just dazed at what just happen, however before it could do a counterattack Maggie delivers another blow to it again, again and again until the now bewildered Golem finally let’s her go and Maggie lands heavily on to her feet, only to fall back in a stumble as she was very groggy from “head-butting” the Golem.
“”Oooo” claims Maggie in a struggle for words as her head was very muzzy now. “If I really did do drugs and was actually stoned right now this all make sense.”
Maggie’s eyes then roll to the back of her head as her knees buckle inward, then her heavy body falls backward and lands on the earth with a light thud.
Golem itself was still lightheaded all after that, however it started to walk up Maggie while rising up a fist to strike down at her. Before it could send the blow at Maggie’s skull however before it could send the blow at Maggie’s skull, Tim and Mary aimed their weapons at its own skull and unleashed a salvo that blasted it back to the ground.
“Stay the hell down, dammit!” shouted Mary in anger. “Besides we both need a brake physically and to draw more self-defense power from our eternal magical sources within us to fight again. My wand and your staff are getting a little low on magic here.”
“Of course you feel “stoned”.” grumbled a mystified Tim. “Just look at what you just hit with your thick head with, child.”
“Oh, shut up.” demanded Mary as she walked over to Maggie to check on her. “This poor kid been through a lot with this gift of hers.”
“More of a curse than a gift if you ask me.” said Tim to himself. “If I’m reading that alien energy ball that I found in Jennifer’s essence right.”
Mary starts to look over Maggie seeing what she can do for her. She takes her wand holds it over Maggie’s prodigious body while moving it back and forth slowly as if she was doing a type of “CAT Scan” on Maggie.
“Amazing.” exclaims Mary as she could see what’s going on inside Maggie’s body by way of magical visuals. As she watched, fissures in bone knitted themselves together, while torn muscle tissue and scraped skin rejuvenated themselves. “Your healing powers are extraordinary alone with this body of yours. How I would love to study this beautiful and robust form that you’ve taken on and this strange kind of exotic magic that powers it.”
“Thank you.” said Maggie as she comes around, brings up her head and smiles at Mary. “You have a beautiful body too, but you might be too old for me.”
Maggie quickly blushed, slightly embarrassed that she’d said that out loud, especially as she had always looked forward to Mary’s classes back at school.
“You…you’re awake already? Are you alright?” asked Mary with concern as she tried to help up the large girl. “You’re not dizzy any more and should you really be getting up?”
“Just a light headache at this moment.” said Maggie as she struggled to sit up while putting her hand on her head. “Did I win?”
“You won a round.” explained Mary. “He’s down, but not out.”
Both Maggie and Mary look over where the Golem laid as Tim kept watch.
The Golem let’s out a low growl and tried to get itself back up, only to be knocked down by another salvo from Tim’s magical staff. He began to look worriedly at the glowing crystals, which were embedded in his staff because the magical energies from them began to show early signs that they were quickly becoming depleted.
“Were still at intermission here, my friend.” explained Tim to the Golem with a satire grin on his face as he then looks at Maggie. “You better get ready for the next round Maggie and hope it’s the final round and we will be all still alive in the end and collect our bets.”
“Well, if you two want to increase your chances at beating this guy.” explained Maggie with a sheepish grin. “Why can’t you just um ALL of your magic into me?”
She then clenched a tight fist and cheekily flexed her arm for Mary. Her bicep bulged huge and round under her pale Gothic skin.
“And just how much more “powerful” are we talking about here, young lady?” asked Tim with supposition as he raised an eyebrow at the young woman.
“Maybe…” replied Maggie slowly as she glanced upward. “Y’know, like, old monster size?”
Both Tim and Mary let out small scoffs as they shake their heads back and forth.
“Ah, the arrogance of youth.” exclaimed Tim. “How I do miss it at times…sometimes.”
“Maggie.” said Mary as she puts both of her hands on the younger woman’s right broad shoulder. “You are just beginning to learn and understand this strange yet wonderful alien magical power, but you still haven’t really learn to fully control it.”
“But, almost everything I take in I eventually burn off quickly as another form of energy, right?” explains Maggie as she flexes her right arm a few times showing off a large well developed set of biceps muscles. “In this case, I change magical energy into life energy, right?”
“Yes.” Mary continued on. “And Tim and I could give you the magic you need to feed on to increase your power, but the both of us can only draw so much magical power from our own tapped sources at a time so we can keep ourselves in check without putting in so much effort doing so.”
“You on the other Maggie.” Tim butted in. “Are like some kind of magical addict. You always crave for more and more when the last dose wasn’t enough!”
“Tim.” exclaimed Mary glaring right at him. “That’s a bit harsh there, don’t you think?”
Maggie blushed as she scratched the back of her head. Well, ah, it is a huge rush.”
Mary turns back to Maggie and spoke with a calmer voice again.
“Maggie, honey, the danger is that we don’t know for sure. We’ve never encountered anything like you before, but we know that as you grow stronger, your magical “pull” gets stronger as well. You remember our astronomy classes?”
“Dimly.” Maggie said, sheepishly. “I was, ah, distracted.” She left out the fact that her teacher had distracted her.
Mary raised an eyebrow. “As a collapsed star absorbs more mass, its gravitational pull becomes stronger. I fear you will do the same, pulling more magic out of the area than the fabric of reality can support. Magic is a vital force of nature like any other…”
The Golem rumbled, planting a huge fist into the earth. Tim loosed a blast of cracking plasma at it, striking it in the chest and pushing it back a few inches.
“Cut the lecture short, Professor!” he snarled.
“All right!” Mary fired back sharply. “Honey, just trust me Too much magic too quickly is a dangerous thing.”
Maggie nods and carefully gets up to her feet as Mary just simply watches the young woman stand up to her colossal height.
“Right then.” says Tim as he looks at the Golem first then back at the two. “Let both work together here and deal at putting our friend here back in….?”
Without any warning and with the speed matching of a young tiger, the Golem gets up and launches right at Maggie while knocking away both Tim and Mary who hits her head on a tree and falls to the ground.
Both the Golem and Maggie lock each other’s arms tightly together. Maggie, still trying to knock the “cobwebs” out of her head can see clearly enough to understand that this was a kind of power struggle as the two dig their feet into the ground and started to push against each other with all their mustered strength.
Maggie struggled as hard as she could pushing back at the Golem’s never ending vigor at forcing down on Maggie as she could feel her own muscles tighten and swell to the point she thought they were going to explode through her very skin any second from the stress that they were enduring.
Then the Golem does something that catches her off guard as it raises its head up suddenly above Maggie’s and returns the favor of getting “head-butted “ earlier by smashing down on the Goth girl’s own sharply.
The energy from the blow causes Maggie to slightly lose her concentration and grip which was more than enough for the Golem as it breaks free from the so-called; “power grip“ and with its huge right hand grasps it round her neck tightly and within great thrust pushes Maggie backwards to where she lands on to her back and the force pushes her body two feet into the soft ground.
Inside Maggie’s skull is ringing as if she was inside a huge church bell as most of her body is now wrought in pain from the absorption of the raw energy brought on by the Golem as it looms over her like a predator’s prize from a good hunt.
However, it was far from done with her as it grabs both of her ankles and plucks her out of the hole, slings her over its right shoulder then with a mighty <grunt> and swing, throws Maggie like a heavy sack into the air.
All Tim could do is watch helplessly as the large girl tumble through mid-air doing a poor imitation of a “cart wheel” as he sees her fly out the old Estate grounds by going over and disappearing behind the huge hedge bush fence. He then looks at the Golem as it turned it full attention on him and Mary now who was still out cold.
“I don’t suppose we could talk this over a pint of bitter, yes?” requested Tim as he carefully walked over to Mary’s body and put his left hand on it.
Golem just lets out an angry growl at him as it stares at him with a snarl and begins to walk towards the two.
“Right.” agreed Tim as he powered up his staff. “What would a simpleton the likes of you would even start to enjoy a good beer? We’ll be back!”
Both Tim and Mary both disappear within a flash of light to safety while Golem looks around for them.
“Hey!” shouted out Niccole as she sees the two disappear from view as she peaked out of her hiding place with Sara. “What about us?”
The Golem now turns to where the sound of the voice came from and slowly starts to walk towards it.
“Oh, shit.” said Niccole as she clearly sees that yelling out was a very bad idea now.
Caroline looks up at Jennifer as she watches the giant spirit walk towards her only it took longer for Jennifer to reach her because with every step she took she shrunk down slightly until she was her true size again.
“So, what do you want living dead girl?” mocked Caroline.
“You damn well know what it is.” replied Jennifer with slightly bared teeth. “My car keys.”
“Oh?” questioned Caroline as she reached down her shirt, pulled out a small neck chain with the leather fob and car keys attached to, she then raises them up to Jennifer’s face. “Is this them? Here, take it.”
Jennifer quickly reaches out for the keys only to be disappointed that for a moment she loss her present of mind that she can’t take hold of them as a ghost.
“Shit.” she cried out in aggravation. “I was so caught up in the moment of a passion of hope there that I actually forgot.”
“Aww, too bad.” said Caroline with an evil smirk at the end. “You just did is what a new-born ghost would have done. Noob.”
“’Noob’?” quoted Jennifer about a slang word until now she has never heard of before.
“I bet you still earn for your physical body even more now. Yet, you’ve been sucking up worms and rot for over twenty years in the cold damp dark ground. Gee, I have just been barely alive that long.” quickly added Caroline coldly.
“Fuck you.” exclaimed Jennifer within an upset tone.
“If you were still alive and the same age as me, I might have taken you up on that. I always like the tough girls, they don’t break so easily.” says Caroline as she puts the keys back under her black shirt, turns around and starts to walk away.
“Where are you going?” demanded Jennifer.
“I’m leaving.” replied Caroline as she still walks away never turning around and making eye contact with Jennifer. “This escapade is so much a loss now and I don’t want to be around before the old wizard man, the white witch or Maggie for that matter come after me, I know they’ll be pissed. But, don’t you worry as long as I have your keys, you will still belong to me. Ball and chain. Ball and chain. I’ll call when I need you again.”
Jennifer clutches both of her fists tightly while slightly bears her teeth in outrage as she watches Coralline walk away proudly while the ghost-girl can clearly hear the wicked girl’s laugher directed at her.
“No, you will not.” says Jennifer within a growl in a voice that is not her own now, however in her Banshee’s voice as she moves very swiftly up, through the air and lands right in front of Coralline who stops fast in her tracks. “I…she…we are nobody’s puppet.”
“Step aside spirit.” ordered Coralline with confidence. “Your very spiritual stench bothers me.”
“You dare challenge my wrath meat sack?” demanded Jennifer within a hiss still talking through her Banshee’s intonation voice as her eyes began to glow a whitish blue and raised two clawed-like hands close to Coralline’s face.
“Oh please.” protested Coralline as she walked right through the ghost like she was nothing yet vapor. “I know about the real you Jennifer better than you think. As for that “Banshee” spirit of yours, that so-called worst half. She won’t or can’t harm me because I put a protection spell on myself just a few minutes ago that makes it impossible for her to touch me and as for you? I’m not worried about. Even though I have to admit here. As a ghost, you still do the “bad-girl” act pretty well, but you’re still just too afraid that if you do something very wrong and you can’t atonement for the transgression, you’ll never get to reach Heaven. Holding back to just a simple credence like that alone…that makes you weak in the end.”
For a moment Jennifer just stands motionless with a look of defeat her face, which really belonged to the Banshee as she speaks out loud to Jennifer through her own mouth once more.
“She’s right.” said the Banshee with disappointment. “You know it too, I can’t do anything against her. I alone am sealed off from her.”
Even though as a ghost she of course didn’t need air anymore, Jennifer takes a deep breath in and all the remaining visible disfigurements that belonged to the Banshee spirit alone disappeared completely off of her face and body. She then turns around to look at Coralline who was still walking away from her still with great confidence in her steps.
“Going by one of little Maggie’s own memories in a time like this she would say; “I got this.”” explained Jennifer out loud to her Banshee counterpart. “Well, I got this. “
“What do you mean?” asked the Banshee again through Jennifer’s mouth. “Explain yourself.”
“Just watch.” requested Jennifer as she swiftly floats up into the air, over Coralline and lands right in front of her again. “Just leave me for a bit, o-kay?”
“You say I’ am “weak”?” accused Jennifer as she narrowed her eyes at Coralline. “Witch?”
“Yes, I do.” said Coralline standing firm. “Those who follow the righteous conscience are not always the strongest of the bunch.”
“Is that so?” asked Jennifer with a raised right eyebrow while she folded her arms across her chest. “Hey, lets play a game.”
“Huh?” asked Coralline with a face filled with puzzlement.
“It’s called; “Possession”.” replied Jennifer giving back Caroline a disturbing grin.
Before Coralline could react Jennifer leaped and quickly immersed herself right into Caroline’s own body. Caroline quickly looks over herself to see where the ghost-girl went even though she already knew where.
“What?” protested Coralline, as she still looked over herself. “How?”
“You said it yourself about the spell working against the Banshee alone, you never said that spell would work on me as well. We may act together as one at certain times, but we are two very different spirits as you saw.” said Jennifer now speaking inside Caroline’s head. “But, forget about that, you on the other hand have one dark twisted soul of your own in here. You might want to seek some help.”
“Get the fuck out now!” demanded Coralline as she shouted out-loud. “You have no right to do this to your Master!”
“You, my Master? Oh, please.” protested Jennifer. “I’ll get out after you give me back my keys!”
“Forget it.” said Coralline as she looked down on herself. “The only way you’ll get them is by force.”
“Alright… “Master”.” said Jennifer. “Just give me a second.”
Coralline begins to feel an unpleasant feeling all over herself as next she watches her own right hand by itself make into a tight fist.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she starts to feel her right arm shake a bit. The next thing she knows and feels is a sharp blow to her right cheek as her own fist slams rights into it.
“Fuck.” protested Coralline within a light cough.
“Hey, stop hitting yourself.” requested Jennifer within a chuckle as her voice is still heard in Coralline’s mind. “Look you’re still doing it.”
Again Coralline’s right face meets fist, then again and again.
“Stop it you bitch!” ordered Coralline. “You won’t…!”
This time the left fist meets the left eye of Coralline’s face, where this time she lets out a cry.
“The keys!” shouted Jennifer whose voice radiated strongly inside Coralline’s head now. “Give me the keys!”
“You gotta do better than this!” growled Caroline out loud again.
“Alright, I will.” answered Jennifer. “I’m a female too, I know what hurts!”
The next thing Coralline does is letting out a painful moan and then a cry in agony as Jennifer forces Coralline’s hands tightly grabbed her breasts under shirt and twist hard back and forth aggressively several times until she takes her left hand and punches herself in the crotch then in the gut sharply multiple times until her body hurts all over.
Then everything stops as Coralline falls to her knees, she then bends over and losses her lunch quickly as Jennifer managed to manipulate Coralline’s stomach’s muscles enough to cramp-up to were she vomited.
“So, are you ready to give up?” asked Jennifer impatiently. “Or do you want some more, bitch?”
“What do you think?” replied Coralline in discomfort as she coughed up again. “You’re in my realm! This is the land of the living!”
“Yeah.” admitted Jennifer. “But, I’m still in your body!”
Coralline is forced to stand up and even though she struggles to stop, she runs right toward an old oak tree and slams her head against it.
“Here’s a classic rock song for you.” exclaimed Jennifer with a proud laugh at the end as she struggles to keep Coralline’s body standing up right. “”Bang your head” by “Quiet Riot”, now do want to “Cum on and feel the noise” too?”
Coralline fights to stay conscious, reaches down into her shirt, pulls out the keys on the chain and throws them far away into the dark woods.
“Take them.” Coralline says in a struggle for words. “May the Devil take you.”
The last thing Coralline sees and feels before passing out cold is meeting the same tree with her face again, she then falls on her back in a heap.
Jennifer then phases out of her then host body and looks down at Coralline with a disappointing look.
“You first.” replied Jennifer about the last words Coralline said to her as she walks away back to the others. “What a sad creature.”
As Jennifer looks over to see where the Golem and Maggie were fighting, she just happens to see the Golem throw Maggie over the hedge and next to witness Tim and Mary disappear in a bright flash.
“Oh shit.” says Jennifer in disbelief as she takes to the air and flies off to where Maggie disappeared by the tall hedge. “Not good. Not good.”
As soon as Maggie just clears the hedge, the next thing she feels is something very hard and course as her body lands on its right side then next tumbles almost into the middle of the old state road that ran just along side the Estate grounds itself. Her head and ears still ringing from the pounding she just got from the Golem and her mind was so disoriented that she never even took notice the bright light that instantly bathed her as soon as she finally came to a stop on her right side.
She finally looks up right at the quickly approaching two sets of bright lights and the very recognizable rumbling sound that accompany it, then before she could react, it made contact with her.
The driver behind the wheel of the 2010 dark blue Peterbilt 389 semi truck just catches a glimpse with his right eye the large body belonging to Maggie, which he took for a black bear or something as it landed hard onto the road right in front of the truck itself. This made him instantly slam his foot on the breaks and try to steer the large rig out of the way of the object. Yet, it was already too late to do anything to fully avoid it.
Both Maggie’s mind and body instantly “sobers up” as she sees the truck’s steel radiator grill come clearly into view beyond the headlights. She tries to scamper up to her feet to get out of the way, only she is greeted by the full force of the thirty ton truck as its chrome steel bumper-guard slams right into her powerful body causing the heavy metal-alloy to buckle and bend inward as it grabbed and then drag her left leg first underneath it.
Immediately the left side of her chest then right afterward her head makes contact with the driver’s side front wheel where she causes the whole wheel section to rip clean off of the axle itself and fly off in another direction as if it slammed into a good size boulder thus causing the huge rig to be joisted hard into the air and tilting to a sharp right.
Maggie was able to feel her face make contact with the front tire before the wheel finally flew off and then next meeting the truck’s fender section as it actually helped to push her forward hard enough that she slid from underneath the truck and moved far back enough until she is right next to the driver’s side fuel tank just as the rig came back down to earth slamming hard onto the roadway. Just missing her by a few feet.
The sharp sounds of metal scraping against asphalt as well as causing sparks to fly heavily surround Maggie as both the truck and tanker trailer section rumble quickly by her as she herself is still sliding on her back on the road until finally coming to a stop. The now out of control rig runs off the road and plows into a drain ditch.
The deep trench causes both the truck and tanker trailer to become air borne again in a semi-arch. This time because of such abrupt force applied to the rig itself a second time, both the kingpin and the fifth-wheel unit break free from each other sending the tractor unit in one direction and the five-thousand gallon tanker in the opposite direction as the sharp “popping” sounds from the air break cables snapping off could be heard just before the trailer lands onto the ground with a low “thud” as it spins halfway around on the wet grass until it finally comes to a stop on its back as it rocks back and forth a few times as it liquid contents slosh around inside while the truck cab itself slams down on the driver’s side and plows onto the soft ground not too far from the tanker.
Maggie struggles to get up on her hands and knees as the world continues to spin around in her mind in a slow-like motion while white “stars” go shooting by her eyes, still she fights on to get to the truck.
“Gotta check on the driver.” she tries to think straight as her head was pounding as if somebody just used it in a rugby game. “I caused this.”
As Jennifer nears the top of the wall hedge, she stops suddenly in mid-air as her wits came back to her. She remembers now that she is not supposed to leave the confines of the Estate grounds just like back at the cemetery without the protection of an escort of some kind, in this case that usually falls on the duties of the assign protector of the cemetery known to her as; ”Keeper of the Graves”.
“Speaking of which.” thinks Jennifer to herself as she happens to being hearing the rumbling sound of an approaching truck of the other side of the tall hedge. “Where is that guy? He saw me get sucked into the crazy twister back at the cemetery against my will. He should be able by now know where I’m at and come for me.”
Jennifer is now brought to alarm as she hears the sharp sounds of tries screeching, followed by the deafening noises of metal buckling, snapping and striking the ground hard which forces her to make up her mind and take a chance by breaking the important rule and leave this area of sanctuary because she’s just know that Maggie is somehow responsible for the accident she just heard.
As soon as the ghost-girl materialized out of the other side of the thick hedge she quickly looks around for anything that might be an immediate to danger to her. Especially of the small, yet vile dark creatures that she just had a close call with not even more an hour ago called; “Reapers” and even though they do roam around the Estate’s grounds too. They are not so strong as they would be out here on the other side of the Estate’s boarders. Jennifer is fully aware that she would be up for grabs more than ever this time.
“Oh crap.” says Jennifer in disbelief as she now sees the wreckage of the eighteen wheeler to the right of her and then spots Maggie as she stumbles down to the ground while she grabs the driveshaft of the truck now laying on its side. Just then, the chilling sounds that belonged to the Reapers could be heard clearly in the air.
“Ours, ours, ours.” said more than one terrifying voice in unison as several pairs of eyes that glowed red or orange appeared within the darkness of the shadows themselves that were casted down upon the ground made by trees or road signs created from the yellowish light of nearby street lights and in one case the shadow made by a billboard sign’s backside as its front was bathed by its whitish lights.
“Ours, ours, ours.” the voices said again.
“She is so pure, so very bright.,” said another Reaper referring to the bluish glow of Jennifer’s own essence. “Should taste all right.”
“She is not protected now.” another one said as it reached its claw-like hands out of the very shadow which it hid in that was made by an old oak tree. “She is so… so very ripe for the taking. To feast on!”
“Then drag her to Hell afterward.” the first one added. “To our Master for his own banquet of eternal suffering to such pretty souls.”
“’Just stay in the light and you will be alright. Away from the dark shadows at all times when off protected or holy lands’.” reminded Jennifer to herself from one of the many rules she had to learn in order to survive as a ghost when she was back in the realm of the living while at the same time a deep chill ran through her from hearing the words from the Reapers while she scanned the area carefully that lead to the truck which had quite a few long shadows extending across the road and grasses that ran along it and from within the crowns of the near-by trees that hung over the road itself.
Any of the light from the sodium-vapor street lamps overhead on their wooden poles didn’t really give off any strong enough glow that could really keep the Reapers at bay if they wanted to try and come out at her.
“Piff, yeah right, easy.” she said to herself out loud in satire within a scoff.
With a combination of carefully stepping around and floating over the cast of shadows while staying close to the street light’s glow as possible, she was able to avoid the claws and in a few cases jaws of the Reapers as she got closer to the truck. As she jumped over the last large shadow, one of the Reapers managed to leap out and try to grab on to Jennifer’s right leg, however, it fell short and tumbled back into the shadow from were it came from.
This action only made the other Reaper’s the more desperate as several of them came out of their protective shadows despite the pain they were now enduring from the low light ran up to Jennifer while jumping and taking swipes at her.
Jennifer was able to float high enough to where she thought she was safe, however, another Reaper hiding in a shadow within the crown of a large tree took a swipe at her which made her climb higher into the air. As she tried to move on towards Maggie the Reapers followed her closely while under her and hissed in anger at her. They knew what they where doing.
“Block her!” yelled one at the other Reapers. “If she wants to get to the living ones she has to fight through us! She can’t win! Strength in numbers brothers and sisters, strength in numbers!”
As more and more Reapers came leaping out of the shadows and join the others while they all leer up at her. A few start heading toward the truck to where Maggie was last seen.
Without warning a bright and focus beam of white light casted unexpectedly down upon them. Within many painful screams and screeches, the small blackish and ember embed glowing creatures bodies dissolved completely away as if they were made of ash. The light next turns toward the other Reapers near-by and few of them met the same fate or ran quickly back into the bodies of shadows that did not disappear when the light hit them.
Jennifer turns to the source of the light thinking it might be Tim or Mary’s magic handy work. However, to much of her surprise instead sees it was Maggie who rescued her by holding one of the truck’s still working headlight units in her hand that she managed to snapped off the truck itself with its electrical cable still attached to it as she rested against the engine’s hood.
“Be gone.” orders Maggie to the Reapers in voice that was clearly noticeable that she was defiantly; “put through the wringer” here. “Or whatever, just go the fuck away.”
“How did you know those guys don’t like any kind of white light?” asked a relieved Jennifer as she ran over to Maggie and took a knee next to her. “I never said anything about that, was it my memories in your mind again?”
“This is not the first time I’ve come across creatures of the dark before.” explained Maggie. “Ever since I got this power, I’ve gotten more than my fair share of the “Dark Side”.”
“So this “power” of yours allows you to see them too?” asked Jennifer as she turned around to see a couple of the surviving Reapers peer their heads from out of the dark shadows, however came out no further.
“Pretty much all the time when I’m in this form. So, how do I look savvy girl?” asked Maggie as she let out a few coughs as she dropped the light and it swung freely on its cable. “I’m I tough enough as you now? Be honest.”
“Uh, to be dead honest here.” replied the ghost-girl with hesitation as she closely looked over Maggie’s heavily bused up body, especially where the truck’s tire left its mark on the left side of her face. “You kinda look like you were embalmed and it wore off ya.”
Maggie lets out a small laugh at Jennifer’s words as she puts her hand on her face and wipes off the small amount of blood that came out of her nose.
“But, good news is, you’re in the gang!” added Jennifer to humor Maggie some more.
“You mean; “The gang of the dead”?” replied Maggie with a fearful concern look now on her face. “You really mean I’m really…?”
“What?” exclaimed Jennifer in surprise as she pointed to her ghostly self. “No, no. Not even close! Man, you must’ve gotten hit harder than I thought. Trust me, you don’t want to be in “this” gang. There is only one true way to get in here. Chances are you won’t like the way of the installation into it. What I mean of a “gang” was if there was actually a gang for tough girls around here and what you just did with the Golem and to this truck. Sister, you are so in.”
“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” said Maggie as she feels how tender the “tire tattoo” on her face feels. “Ow. You don’t feel pain when you’re dead, right?”
“Not in the same physical sense.” replied Jennifer. “If that makes any real sense at all.”
“Check on the driver, will you?” requested Maggie. “I need a minute here.”
Maggie watches Jennifer materialize herself into the truck by way of the engine compartment as she gently places her right hand on her outfit where her left breast was.
“Ow.” Maggie cringed in discomfort again. “That damn tire actually did ride up by chest before hitting my face.”
Inside the cab of the truck, the driver named; “Mack O’ Malley” rubs his sore head after hitting it against the steering wheel of his once prized “classic truck” that he’s been driving for over five years, the same one he bought back when he got his truck license shortly after becoming an American citizen.
He looks around his smashed up cab while making a quick assessment of the damage at the same time making a few light coughs from the irritant smoke that was made from the combination of burning engine oil and shorted out electrical components, he next struggles to get his driver’s seat belt off.
“What the devil was that?” he grumbles in his rough Irish tongue about the large dark thing he saw before hitting it. “Big and…well just big at that. Blasted amadan ye are Mack for not being the quicker on the wheel!”
As Mack tries to pull himself up to see better out the now heavily shattered front windshield, he spots what appears to be the same large object he just hit now resting against the hood of he’s beloved truck, however due to the heavy spider-cracked glass, it was difficult to see in detail what it really was.
As he peers closer out the glass, he unintentionally hits the unlock button to one of the truck’s passenger overhead compartment units and its items rain down on him including a large road map that opened up and covered his head including his eyes completely.
“Cac!” Mack curses out as he whips off the map that covered him only to come face-to-face with Jennifer as she just happen to materialized through the passenger side of the front dash broad of the truck and stop less than a half a foot from his face.
“Faith and Begorrah!” cries out Mack in surprise for one how close Jennifer was to him and the next that he see almost right though her.
“Ha, “Faith and Begorrah”.” quoted Jennifer within a smile. “My grandfather used to say that. Anyway, are you are alright?”
“Oh, I’m just grand Missy!” grumbled Mack in a mixture of disgust and fascination as he studied Jennifer carefully. “Aye, just grand. Only my beautiful truck is now just…wait a second…are ye an angel lass?”
“Nope.” replied Jennifer bluntly as she looked over herself. “I really want to be one though.”
“So, ye be a… “Banshee” then?” he asked with concerned tone as he thought about his homeland’s folklore as he also now notices that he can see his breath as the temperature inside the truck’s cab has suddenly dropped a bit.
“Only half of the time, bod!” replied Jennifer back only this time her Banshee half answered up speaking though Jennifer’s mouth with its own chilly voice while at the same time, the right half of Jennifer’s face suddenly shifts into a more ghastly appearance to it which made Mack jump back in surprise.
“Shut up.” protested Jennifer back in her own voice while at the same time her true facial features quickly return whole. “You hag.”
“Teigh trasna ort fein!” the Banshee shot back bitterly through Jennifer’s mouth.
“Oooo, ah understood that one.” replied Mack almost in a grin. “Not very ladylike, eh?”
“What did she just say?” asked Jennifer to Mack. “She speaks in that other language sometimes that I can’t really understand.”
“Ye don’t want to know really.” replied Mack honestly. “Ah take it then, that you two are not all the same spirit in one form I’m seeing here, but separate entities all together.”
“Think of a “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” metaphor here.” answered Jennifer honesty. “Two very different spirits, one ghostly body to share.”
“Aye, ah bet ye two have some interesting arguments at times.” replied Mack. “So ah be guessing then, ye be a… normal ghost then and ye the kind one?”
“Yes.” said Jennifer with a smile at the end.
“I’m ah dead then?” asked Mack as he pitched his left arm. “Ouchy that was felt.”
“No.” replied Jennifer back with slightly narrowed eyes. “You’re the second person to ask me something like that in less than five minutes.”
“Well then, that’s a good thing, aye?” asked Mack as he finally slipped out of his driver’s belt and landed on the driver’s side door.
“Are you hurt, can you get out of here?” asked Jennifer with concern. “Do you need help?”
“Aye, ah good lass. Considering ah just lost my truck. But, give a few minutes after the adrenaline in me finally dies down and ah’ll probably be weeping like a guy over a spill of good pale ale. ” replied Mack as he struggled to get up to the passage side door. “Anyway, ah’ve been through enough donnybrooks in my day that this little tumble is nothing.”
“Good.” replied Jennifer with a smile. “I gotta bolt, see ya soon.”
Mack watches Jennifer materialized through the windshield only to see her come back inside again.
“Well, not too soon anyway.” she said with a smile as she held up her ghostly right hand up to him just before she went back out the windshield. “You know what I mean?”
Mack just stood quite and motionless for a few seconds before speaking up again.
“Cac.” he says as he shakes his head in disbelief. “I really need a good pint of the bitter now. Hope a pub is nearby.”
Jennifer floats just above the truck looking around for Maggie and spots her walking with a limp up to the tanker which is now spewing out small whitish color plumes of cold gas by a couple of small valves.
A few of the Reapers were still watching her within the shadows, Jennifer then flies down and joins Maggie as she appears to be reading a red placard on the tanker itself.
“Hey, Maggie!” calls out Jennifer as she lands next to her. “What are you doing?”
“’Warning.’” she quoted as she read the placard. “’Liquid nitrogen’.”
“Yeah, I remember that back in science class.” said Jennifer as she held her left hand over one of the valves shooting out the cold gas, which had no effect on her as it shot though her ghostly form. “This is the cold stuff.”
“I’ve got an idea.” replied Maggie with a grin. “A really cool idea.”
END Part Six