This was not what I thought I was going to write. I do know that the story is almost over though! And that the next chapter might MIGHT not be from Manfred's pov! I hope you're liking whatever the hell this is!
Warning: Talk of suicide. Talk of going insane. Self-harm. Violence. More added as story is updated.
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Blinking slowly Manfred stared at the front door watching as the person outside paced across the porch. They had been there for a few hours just waiting for him to let his guard down enough so they could come in.
He didn't know how it happened, but Fiji's spell was breaking. Every time he closed his eyes he could feel it weakening more. It wouldn't be too long before it was gone completely and the thing outside came in for good.
That was why he had decided to forgo sleep for another night. He couldn't risk them getting any stronger than they already were. Instead he sat at the table watching. His nails scratching senselessly at his bare stomach.
He couldn't help but toss his head back and laugh almost manically as the being froze for a second outside of the door. As if it thought he had stopped. He couldn't believe that the being that was trying to break in was stupid enough to think that he didn't know what was going on.
He had known though. He had known that something like this was going to happen. That something truly evil was sitting just outside of the town waiting. Once it had them where it wanted it could swoop in and none of them would be prepared to fight.
That was exactly what had happened too. The rest of the Midnighter's had started to relax. They all thought that they had finally gotten a well deserved break after everything that had been thrown their way. Even Olivia was getting back into the flow of how Midnight normally was.
They were wrong. Things weren't getting back to normal. There was no peace. The thing they were up against was smarter than them. It was just lulling them into a false sense of peace so it would be an easy kill. There would be no fight. Just death.
Manfred couldn't believe that no one else had seen through the ruse. They had all been blinded by their desires. Were they all that desperate for things to get back to normal that they were ignoring the facts?
He wasn't blind though. He could see the truth and it was all thanks to his ancestors diaries. They all kept him in the frame of mind to see what was really going on around him. To see what happened if he stopped listening to his own mind.
The world was a dangerous place for psychic's. Having the ability to see and talk to the dead came at a cost. It was so easy to be driven insane by one ghost or another if you didn't know what you were doing. It even happened if you knew what you were doing. It wasn't an easy life by any means.
He had been told by his great grandmother once before she died that their family had been given a great gift. The Bernardo line was a strong one. That if he ever did want to have children he had to pick the right person. Someone that could last.
Their family had been part of the magical community for millennia. The magic that they had coursing through their veins was an ancient one that not many people could tap into anymore. No one even knew how they got their magic in the first place.
A few people had tried to find out over the years, but as far as he knew they never figured it out. Or, if they did, they hid it well enough that he wouldn't be able to find it. He hadn't even been able to find his family tree.
He didn't know why he felt like the tree so important, but he did. There was something on it that… No, It didn't matter. There was nothing that the tree that could help him with whatever it was that was after him.
What he needed to do was focus on the being that was pacing outside of his house. He could still see the shadow as it passed by the windows. Lurking. Waiting. For him to break and let his guard down.
He had been around enough spirits that he had a fairly good idea that the being was a woman. There was something about the way that she walked. Almost like the spirits he had seen wearing something from the Elizabethan era.
The fact that he knew what era the ghost was probably from made him want to shake his head. Being able to tell when a ghost was from was a little known skill of his that had come in handy more than once. At least it made it a little easier to explain.
People from different era's had different outlooks on life. If he could talk to them how they were used to being talked to than it would be all the easier to get them to finally move on and leave him alone.
With a shake of his head Manfred lifted the hand off his stomach and unknowingly carded his bloody fingers through his hair before it fell back down. Forcing himself to take a deep breath he leaned forward and picked up the knife he had resting on the table.
He had never been that big a fan of weapons, after how many time he had been forced to relive being stabbed he didn't think anyone could blame him for that, but he knew that there was a place and time for them. It was that time.
A part of him wanted to rush out the back door and go find Olivia and Joe or someone to help him fight, but they didn't believe him. They were all lost in the delusion that everything was fine. He was fighting this being alone.
It scared him just how alone he felt thinking that. Ever since he had gotten to Midnight he had been surrounded by people. Even when he wanted to be alone someone was there. Usually with a smile and a sarcastic word.
It was nice finally having a place where he felt that he could relax a little. He had been so stupid to think that. There was no relaxing for people like him. No, his life was just one battle after another and he had to realize that.
Gripping the knife tightly he pulled it closer to him as the shadow stopped in front of the door once more. Not bothering to be quiet he stood up and started to make his way over ready for this battle to be finished once and for all.
Before he could get more than a few steps though he heard the doorknob start to turn. His heart picked up sped realizing that the warding had failed. Everything that was outside of his home was going to come rushing in.
"Manfred?" Bobo questioned barely pushing the door enough to peak his head inside, "You okay in there?"
For a moment the psychic wanted to drop the knife and reach out for his friend, but it hit him almost instantly that that was what the being wanted him to do. It was messing with his mind. Bobo wasn't at the door. It was.
Clenching his jaw he stopped moving and waited. It didn't take long before 'Bobo' was walking through the door his eyes darting around the space like he was searching for something. Maybe that was what was going on.
The trailer had been filled with so many books and trinkets. Things that he had slowly been bringing into the house. He must have brought something that the being wanted inside. That's why it was there.
"Manfred!" Bobo yelled when his eyes finally landed on him, "What the hell..."
Anger filled the psychic hearing the thing talk in his friend's voice. He couldn't let the being do that. So he rushed forward lifting the knife in the air. A look of surprise was on 'Bobo's' face as he was knocked backwards the knife coming down to cut his arm.
Whatever it was that was pretending to be the man had thought that he was too weak to fight. Some spirits were just so stupid and egotistical. They always thought that they could outwit whomever they were around.
Using that shock to his advantage Manfred rammed 'Bobo' into the wall and brought the knife up again. If he did this right all it would take was one stab and then it would be all over. The town would be safe again.
"Manfred!" 'Bobo' grunted out when his back hit the wall.
He refused to listen to the words though. The only thing that would lead to was more blood shed. He had to end it now before the thing thought it a good idea to go after anyone else. He had to kill it.
The knife arched towards the being's chest and for a moment he was sure that he had one. Before it could dig into its flesh though a fist was swinging out to crack into his jaw causing him to stab the knife into its arm instead as he fell to the floor.
A growl left his lips as he stood up once more launching himself at 'Bobo'. Nothing was going to stop him from killing it before it did any more damage. If he had to do that by hand than he was more than willing.
"Manfred, stop!" it tried as the psychic punched it in the side, "Manfred! It's me. It's Bobo!"
Hearing the thing use that name though only made him angrier. If it thought he was truly stupid enough to fall for that than it had another thing coming. He wasn't going to stop. He was never going to stop.
'Bobo' seemed to get that as he blocked another punch before sending one of his own. The two of them went crashing to the floor both trying to get control over the other. He couldn't let that happen. If he did than the thing had the rest of Midnight under its control.
Even with that in mind though he could feel his strength dwindling. Every punch and kick that he threw at the being was weaker than the last. It wouldn't be long now before it would kill him and move on.
With what little strength he had left the psychic kneed 'Bobo' in the stomach and crawled out from under him. He was able to scramble to his feet just as the door swung open again and more people came inside.
For a moment he was happy seeing Olivia and Joe, but then he really looked at them. They weren't his friends. They were like 'Bobo'. Their images were being used in hopes that it would stop him from fighting.
"No!" he cried out launching himself at the two new comers.
He didn't get far before 'Bobo' was wrapping an arm around his waist holding him back from doing any real damage. That didn't stop Manfred from trying to get away though. Clawing, kicking, screaming he did everything he could to get away from the being.
"Something's wrong," 'Joe' called out his hands coming to try to hold Manfred as well.
"You think?" came 'Olivia's' sarcastic reply.
"No! His eyes. They're white."
He had no idea what game the being's were playing at, but he had had enough of it. Lifting his leg up as much as he could he brought it down painfully on one of the legs. 'Bobo' let out a stilted scream as he fell to the floor finally hurt too much to fight.
"That's it," 'Olivia' growled out throwing a punch hard enough that he was knocked out.