CHAPTER 72: Ellen Comes Back (With a Vengeance)

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I then slapped myself for just standing there like a sitting duck. Using a chair in the room, I broke the window and jumped straight out.

"Look out, world of terror and fear. I'm about to change this place around." I muttered as I hit the ground with a solid thud.

Dusting myself off, I decided to go along with the flow of plants. Without delay, I was shooting at whatever zombies I could find, the brainless fools. Finally, I was swept into the air by some gust of wind. Several plants looked up and pointed, before continuing the trudging and trooping towards Zomboss' new and improved base.

"Turn around, Elyssia. Do you remember me?" I heard a voice whisper in a hissy, mysterious voice.

I turned around, and saw Scuttle standing ― or, if you'd really rather, floating ― there, her full, Sunflower self.

"Scuttle, if you want to kill me, you could've done it while I was in my state of languor in that sewage plant!" I hissed.

Scuttle looked abashed and insulted for a few fleeting seconds, before laughing right out loud.

"Do you not remember me?! My name is Ellen Paula Ignatius, reborn from a cake with Macadamia nuts. Now is it clear?" the Sunflower said to jog my memory, which did more than just help.

"I stabbed you, ripped your heart out, and crushed it! How would you even want to have anything to do with me?" I asked in a voice so squeaky and so uncertain that it most definitely did not sound like my own.

Ellen ― or, rather, Ellen's soul looked at me and sighed.

"Well, it is such a long, sorrowful story . . . but allow me to tell the sorry tale. Well . . . here goes nothing . . . uh . . . oh, boy this is gonna be such a complicated tale . . . it'll be so hard to tell . . . but I might as well give it a good old shot . . . yeah I will . . . Sooo . . . it all started . . ."

On the whole, as soon as Ellen was done for ― or rather, killed in cold blood by my murderous leaves, her soul ran, screaming from the maimed body, and found a home in a comatose, dying Flower Pot named Lynda Maria Nanette. She could only find shelter there for so long, because five days later, Lynda was dead, and she had to find yet another home for her soul to lodge itself in. So, after days, weeks and months of soul searching, something odd happened. Not even Zomboss' herd of brainless sheep that he called an army knew that he was up to something . . . unusual, to put it in the least. Zomboss had his guild of isolated Yeti zombies go out with special jars that were cursed by Grand Sorcerer Faris of Unionville. These jars were cursed with the ability to catch and trap souls. Zomboss also had fish nets that were cursed in a similar fashion, but they reaped more souls than the jars. Problem was that they were way too finicky to manage.

But I digress . . .

The secluded Zombie Yetis were sent out on a mission to reap as many souls as they could. Now, this was their first time seeing the light of day, so they were quite distracted by . . . pretty much anything that came into their relatively small field of vision. Trees, streetcars, subway stations . . . you name it! They would turn their heads at least several hundred times a minute. But finally, the outside world had become too boring, and Zomboss had yelled at them and whipped them long enough to get them focused. So they began their first stab at soul-catching. First, they clicked their tongues and moved their hands and arms in the manner that Zomboss had taught them ― slow, but not too slow; fast, but not so fast that their movements and sounds came as a blur. Their motions and sounds needed to be as flowing and as seamless as an eternally rushing river. Thanks to Zomboss and his discipline, they had attracted many souls . . . one of which was Ellen's. The souls thought that living beings were present, so along they came dancing and prancing over to the Zombie Yetis, who had their jars poised . . .

. . . And then there the souls were, trapped in the jars.

They were taken back to Zomboss, and he used them to create the horrors at The Scally, while he used the DNA of dogs, cats, and other animals to create mutts . . . but then again, that's a whole other story. In any case, Zomboss was left with one soul. Ellen's. So he decided to put her into the cake that Mar was to deliver to me, and then there Ellen was, an instrument of evil. But after that little shenanigan with Mar, the poor Sunflower thought otherwise. Instead of haunting me and my mind, she decided to fight the zombies with what little was left of her. She was slowly disintegrating into nothingness as time came and went, but she was all right . . . for now.

"Oh, Ellen . . . I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am for how much I've acted like such a stupid jerk. I'm really sorry . . ." I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks.

"Elyssia, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have bullied you at school back then. Forgive me." Ellen replied gravely.

"It's fine. Forgive, forget, and start anew?" I said shyly.

"Forgive, forget, and start anew." Ellen responded enthusiastically, before letting me gently drop to the ground and fighting the oncoming zombies from the air.

Suddenly, a bluish gas came billowing over, and then I started inhaling it in large amounts. Finally, the weirdest thing happened ― I started levitating, and I began sending bolts of ice and snow out. For once, I was another girl. Another creature. A real snow flurry.

And then I had blacked out.