Chapter 18
We got back on the road and headed for Little Rock. Most of that 16 hour drive was quiet, save for the occasional fight.
It was at night that things got wild.
Around 8 PM, we arrived at our hotel, and Marik went pawing thought the cabinets for some unknown reason.
"Hey, look what I found!" he said. I turned to look and paled. He was holding a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka that, among other liquors, I was saving.
"Marik, put that down!" I said, getting out of my bed and trying to grab it. Unfortunately, he was just tall enough so that when he held it above his head, I couldn't reach it.
He laughed, keeping the bottle away from me all too easily and insinuating that I had a drinking problem. I finally decided to play dirty and kicked him in the balls lightly. He keeled over just enough so that I grabbed the bottle and wrenched it out of his hand.
"I'm saving this for X-Con!" I said, putting the bottle back. "That goes for the rest of you. No alcohol until we finish X-Con."
"Ok, wine I would expect. But vodka? Who saves VODKA?" Bakura said.
"I do!" I retorted. "Don't make me put a padlock on it." I slammed the cabinet shut and climbed back in bed. "Now goodnight everyone."
I fell asleep for a while, but was soon sensed someone hovering over me, which should have been impossible. I lazily opened my eyes, and was horrified to see Melvin, about to plunge a knife into my uterus. I rolled out of the way and into the side of the dinette bed, making a large thud. Scared for my life and weapon less, I called out for anyone, it didn't matter who.
And that was my big mistake. I felt my vision go black, and when I tried to move, it felt like I was being pinned down by an invisible force. There wasn't even any Occulus Rift vision, which could only mean that the one person who I never wanted to surface had done just that.
For the first time, I was scared for Melvin.
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How good it felt to move again. I hadn't used this body since Host was a senior in high school.
But there were more pressing matters at hand. This jackass had just tried to kill my body. He would pay with his life. Bu I wanted to play with him a bit first.
I giggled. "You have guts. I like that in a victim." I cracked my knuckles.
"That's my line, bitch." he deadpanned. "Why are you so hard to kill?"
"You could say I'm not Host right now." I smiled. "Instead, I am a perfected version of her." I turned to face my victim. He looked a bit shocked by my appearance.
"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." I grinned.
"Melvin. And you?"
I laughed. "I am the personification of wrath, Odessiya."
He eyed me down. "You know, we are a lot alike. We're both spirits long forgotten and suppressed by our hosts. How about instead of killing each other, we have a drink or two?"
I considered it. I could probably hold my liquor better than my victim, and getting him drunk would secure the kill.
"Heh, alright. I'll play your little game." I smirked. He smirked back. I plucked a hair elastic from my wrist and tied my hair back into a huge ponytail. I dug out the alcohol from Host's cabinet and slammed the bottle of Vodka on the table. Host was gonna be pissed that her favorite vodka was gonna disappear tonight. She'd probably blame it on Melvin's host, whomever he was.
Yep, tonight was gonna be fun.