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Rae's fingers clutched my throat, a sick, moaning sound coming escapping from me. Simon stubeled toward her. He groaned, and raised his hands. And I swear I saw then glow.
Or maybe my vision was just hazy.
Rae's body lifted off of me, and for about five seconds, floated there, in midair. I quickly rolled out from under her, and got up, trying hard to ignore the pain shooting through my body. Simon quickly limped over to me, and half-heartedly pulled me up. I blinked a few times, and tried to stay focused and not black out. Simon's hair was spaltered with a dark red liquid.
He had a black eye, and his cheek was bleeding.
He charged Rae, taking her to the floor, smashing her under him. I closed my eyes, and focused on releasing Dr. Davidoff.
I imagined his spirit, a vision of him peacefully floating toward a gold light-
I frowned. I didn't want him to go into a golden light peacefully. He should go straight to hell.
There was a loud crash, and I opened my eyes to see Simon slamming Rae into the wall, then Rae shoving Simon to the floor, leaving burn marks on his shoulder.
Rae turned to me, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Quickly, Simon bolted up, and pushed her back into the sofa, then quickly flipping the couch over. Dr. Davidoff tumbled.
I closed my eyes, hard. I imagined his spirit drifting away. I imagined it floating, drifting away, into the moonlight, going to wherever it may. I clenched my fists, and pulled harder on his soul. I pulled so hard, I almost felt it.
I peeked open to check. Rae's body was wavering, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
Simon stood for a second, starring at her, his stance ready.
I closed my eyes and pulled harder.
I continued to imagine pulling his soul away, peacefully away, far away into the light, until we couldn't see him anymore.
I fought the urge to imagine him diving straight down into a fiery pit.
I peeked again, and Rae was sputtering, gasping for air. She fell to the ground, and I almost stopped. I didn't want to hurt Rae.
But I had to remind myself. This wasn't Rae.
She finally stopped moving on the floor. Simon slowly nugded her with his foot. He looked up to me, weak and worn.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stumbled toward Simon. He held me up by the waist. If he hadn't, I'd probably collapse from exhaustion.
"You," I heard Dr. Davidoff's raspy voice, and turned weakly to where it was coming from.
There he was, in his ghostly form. he was slowly fading.
He smiled creepily. Then totally faded away. My knees buckled.
"It's okay Chloe." Simon rubbed my back. I couldn't help it. I collapsed on the floor in a heap, crying, right next to Rae's lifeless body.
She was gone. She was dead.
They'd killed her. Just to get to us.
It was all our fault.
I couldn't look at her body. Not all scratched and scarred. Not knowing we did this.
"What are we going to do with the body?" Simon asked, his was rough, like he was crying too.
"I don't know." I replied. If we called Mr. Bae, we wouldn't be able to leave. But there was a dead body in my apartment, and I didn't know what to do.
We would have to leave quick now. Tell Mr. Bae about the body, get it buried, then leave as quick as possible. Otherwise, they'd figure it out and stop us.
I couldn't see any other solution.
Simon seemed to read my expression. "Alright. You might want to use your cell. Mine is fried." He said softly. He looked toward the tipped sofa. There, underneath, lay his broken cell, scattered around on the floor.
I nodded, letting out a jagged breath.
I looked around for a second, searching for my cell. Then I remembered I had put it in my room earlier. I got up and stood. I didn't like sitting next to my dead friend's body.
Before I went to call Kit, I literally prayed that Derek was safe and okay. If he wasn't, I couldn't live with myself.
Alright. There you go. Will they find Derek? Where is he? Will Kit or Tori stop them?
R&R