Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Troublesome Poltergeist
Heniston counted internally while holding Percy back.
"Twenty seconds."
Percy stilled. Heniston released him and immediately moved for the building.
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A pin landed in Cindy’s arm. Blood ran down to the floor.
The man’s grin widened. "A Shade, I believe. Now what business do you have.."
He flicked something at blinding speed. She barely cleared it, the edge scraping her shoulder. The impact took her down, her skin dragging across the pins scattered across the floor beneath her.
He raised his hand.
An invisible force pressed her flat, driving every pin she was touching deeper into her skin. She pushed up on her palms, hands pressing directly into the pins to lift herself , the floor turned red painted by her blood, her muscles trembled to lift herself, but the force stopped abruptly.
She immediately turned her head towards the man and saw a knife was already mid-air, coming straight for her.
Bang!
"Clank."
A gunshot rang out simultaneously. The knife spun off course. Heniston stood at the window, revolver raised and aimed.
The man raised both hands and swung toward the window. Every pin in the apartment launched itself at Heniston simultaneously.
Heniston fired.
One of the incoming pins caught the shot mid-air and deflected it.
The rest of the pins flew straight through Heniston’s intangible figure,
"A wraith." The man identified Heniston’s spirit principle, his eyes widened slightly and immediately rolled.
The moment he cleared his original position a force crashed down onto exactly the spot he had been standing, shattering the floorboards beneath it.
He looked up at the ceiling.
"Fuck , a Banshee".
He rolled again. Another force crashed down, missing him by inches.
Bang. Bang.
Heniston fired twice towards him . A cradle of pins rose instantly and deflected both shots before they reached anything.
The deflected pins didn’t fall , but curved in the air, redirecting smoothly, and flew straight toward Cindy.
Heniston moved to intercept, but was a bit too slow.
A force crashed down on the pins an inch from Cindy, scattering them before they reached her.
The man’s eyes moved slowly toward the ceiling.
"What a pain in the arse."
His gaze shifted back to Heniston , and saw from the corner of his vision, Cindy dissolving into shadow immediately.
Henistonspoke, his voice even. "A troublesome Poltergeist."
The man grinned revealing his yellowish teeth
"You’re one cockroach yourself. What is your..."
"Bam."
Mid-sentence he stomped the floor with full force. The entire apartment shook. A thud rang out from somewhere above him.
He took the chance and kicked the door open, running through it, pulling it shut behind him with a flick of his finger.
"Not good, i spended too much life force," he thought immediately. His legs moved, fast.
He dived to his side and kicked a door open beside him, bang bang bullets landed the direction he was running to jsut now, Heniston outside the room, form completely intangible, passed through the door.
"That Wraith," the man spat.
He closed his eyes. Tracked the movement of the Banshee repositioning through the ceiling above using his shoes and clothes as the target of his ability.
He spun a knife between his fingers and looked for a weak point in the ceiling.
"No. Wasted effort and life force. That Banshee bastard will probably predict his own death"
He turned to the window and hurled the knife at it instead.
"Cling , Clang."
A man whose the room belonged to, stepped out of the bathroom. He had just enough time to see the pin before it lodged into his eye.
Aghhhh!!!!
He fell backward with a scream, blood spraying down his face and chest.
"Shut the fuck up," the man said flatly, already moving.
He jumped through the window onto the narrow verandah of the building beside it, grabbed the ledge and climbed.
A hand closed around his throat from above.
"Fuck!"
He felt his vitality drained immediately, cold and fast.
He kicked off the wall with everything he had left and launched himself backward. He dropped, landed square on his back, the impact tearing a scream out of him that he couldn’t stop.
He got up on will alone. And felt his legs were almost dislocated, unsteady and limping, but he decided to run through the pain.
Whack!!
A kick connected with his face and almost fell but he steadied himself before he went down, vision swimming.
Cindy stood in front of him, bloodied, having come out of nowhere , "The shade" he realised, before she dissolved back into it immediately.
"The Wraith will catch up to me. I can’t afford to fight both of them and there is the Banshee."
He ran.
Something caught his ankle from directly beneath him. Cindy rising out of his shadow underneath his feet, tripping him mid-stride. He went down hard.
"Fuck you," he gritted, and reached into his pocket.
More pins.
Cindy’s eyes went wide from the corner. "He has more?!!"
One caught her to her knee as she stumbled.
Taking the chance he hurled a knife at her but it missed and bounced off the wall landing near his feet.
"Im out of Life force." He realised and crouched for the knife on the ground, closed his hand around it, and swung it toward her neck.
Bang!!
His eyes went wide.
"The Wraith shouldn’t have reached me yet.."
He stumbled backwards " Another one?" The back of his head had opened from the shot, he hit the ground. His hazy outline faded back to normal and he stopped moving.
Nearby Percy stood with his revolver raised while trembling, smoke curling from the barrel. His breath came hard and uneven. He looked at the man on the ground.
"Whoosh."
Heniston came through the wall. Percy flinched and snapped the revolver up. His trembling hands lowered it as he recognised him. His knees hit the ground with a loud thud.
Heniston looked at the lifeless man, then turned toward Percy kneeling on the ground and gave a short nod before pulling his gaze at the corner where Cindy had gone almost invisible.
He frowned.
"Cindy, what are you..."
He stopped.
Her figure came into being slowly, the shadow releasing her outline piece by piece.
A knife was lodged in her neck.
