The sunset gradually fades into the night though the sky is still bright, the city street light and lamppost flickering bright light. Eji retrace is footsteps to his home, a mass of people, neighbors and busybodies standing in front of a two story building similar to a regular modern structure with bright aluminum roof, bright blue and brown colors for the walls, square windows with transparent glasses, a garage with white car parked outside. Green grasses and a tall green tree by the side of the house.
Quiet conversation drifted around as people trying to catch a glimpse of the situation on going. Several police officers trying to console Eji, for his loss as his father's body was transported in an ambulance. Eji reaction to the atmosphere was compare to none, crying as though he truly loves his father.
OK, ahem",I technically shot him, I mean he shot himself though I am the catalyst for the suicidal maniac, I just don't feel guilty one bit. In two months I had planned carefully, trailed my targets, create mental scenario of their death.
That day, the cops arrived shortly after his death. I hanged around my premises observing and waiting for the cops, as soon they came down from their car and walked to the door, I mildly walked wearing a blank face expression as though i just returned from extra school lesson. It played out well better than I expected, with the crowd gathered outside my house ,the atmosphere felt right for some tears and drama to solidify my alibi, some of my class mate were among the crowd so that means I can stay home and plan my next scenario.
Knowing full well it was my father's day off from his police duty and he will be at home. I pre- arrange activities and routes to create an alibi. Just in case. One should go extra mile to be careful, I walked through the backyard of my house to the front door, and I perfectly ensure my hands were not atop table, just my uniform to avoid my finger prints soiling the table.
I was mildly meticulous about all I was doing. The cops saw me coming in and tried to stop me from going into the house perplexed on how to relate the information about the death of my father.
I shouted and forced my way into the house. I screamed and fell to the ground as if I was affected by the whole thing, a jamboree, though I was not one bit affected. I had planned my next kill scenario on my head. Lest I forget, i went to my extra school lessons for art though in case they call.
I had deliberately sat in a secluded area knowing Mike my father's best friend will come to console and talk to me. With the cops around, and people created a perfect opportunity to kill mike, people won't suspect a thing. Some conclusion might be reach that he was too attached to my father so he killed himself. if I were to control mike out of the ground and kill him. It will play out well.
I sat down by the side of my two story building under a tree, a distance in front of me the cops, and pedestrian observing trying to grasp the situation. I sat down sketching my next plot on my sketchbook of death to murder mike, then he strolled in to his own demise.
"Hey" young lady how you feeling", he tapped my shoulders with in his pale hands and glance at me with that distasteful blue eyes of his, his hair is so annoying, looking like a mass of forest called afro
"Am so sorry for your loss Eji, I don't know why your father committed suicide but I will look out for you from now OK my little Eji"
"Yeah, thanks, I know you look out for me like how you looked out for my mother slowly killing her" I glared at him as he splutters in surprise.
"What do you mean? Did your father say anything to you? He questioned
"Yes, he said plenty, he told me everything, that's why I killed his useless wife, then I killed him and now am going to kill you too" my eyes began to gleamed red, I stood up walking slowly towards him"
He began to quiver in fear, slowly taking a step back one at a time as he sees my intimidating eyes. I previously had to watch series of movies, ghostly movies in other to master the craft of intimidation and fear. I call it props like movie set. I had the Powers but cleverly using it to your advantage is what counts. When I watch these movies, I saw the fearful characters walk slowly backwards when they are scared .all I had to do is take each step slowly like a little demon.
"Eji, I don't know what you talking about, I don't know what your father told you but it's not true"
"Oh, you could pretend all you want, that does not stop the fact that the air you are breathing is your last "my dad never said anything but I clearly lied to wage the deepness of his sin in my mother's death".
He suddenly regain himself though his hands was still shaking
"OK you got me Eji, your father was right, I killed your mother and so what, I was doing your father a favor, there were some conditions to it, what are you going to do about? How do you plan on killing me, I will close a blind eye over what you just said likewise forget too that I killed her ok"
"You such a scum, you don't get it, it's not just murder I intend to do, manslaughter, i am going to kill everyone in such a horrible manner not caring the cost. See I have being possessed by a friend. I have closed my good heart and my cruelty is beyond measurable, you gave my mum a favor by slowly poisoning her , I will be doing you a favor by making you a public example"
He was perplexed and Marta monstrous dark shadow emerges with black clawed hand from my shadow and it gripped his neck, the light faded from his eyes as he began to walk slowly.
I intent on killing him withdrawing his withdrawn gun and shot him in the head in front of the cops and mass of people. He reached to his gun in the midst of the crowd and just then I changed my mind in the last minute as a perfect scenario played out in my head.
With Marta's eye version I controlled him since Marta can possessed a lot of souls at a time, and once she takes over my body, I can see through the eyes of my victim whose body is possessed by Marta. I can perform as if I was the owner of that body. Marta powers possess people by imprinting her black hand across a victims neck so whatever clothing they were wearing was not necessarily as far I had a mental picture of their face and body structure., I had developed and understood Marta's ability and I loved her eye version control, when Marta wants to kill. Her ghostly spirit and mine spirit merge together given me a red eye to see versions of how she kills the victims, and through those versions I can manipulate or sketch a scene easily. It's almost like watching from a TV set.
I could see archive of information of his life in his head but that option has some limitations because I have to figure something's. I went up to my room while the police completed their work. I control Mike to the police Amory and stole some c4 explosives, I made sure that the police camera saw Mike pick police c4 explosive. Then I brought him to the Basement of my house by night fall, I couldn't slap or beat him because I felt the pain since I was controlling his body, if my victim is injured, I feel pain though not in great magnitude. My victims is not aware of his actions, unconscious, he becomes a human doll. Marta was not all that invisible in terms of power.
Soon the media place a search for Mike and declared him wanted mean while, I had not gone to school for two weeks and the news of my father's death had reached the ears of my fellow student and teachers. Since that day I dealt with the bullies, I mysteriously became popular over night.
The whole class surprised me by visiting me in my home, just to check on me and here she was Bella Anderson, staring her beautiful eyes at me. I caught her staring at me severally, men I was in trouble, i felt my heart beat in her presence but I choose to ignore it.
Marta did not like her one beat, but I told Marta I was in control. Bella tried to spark conversation with me, I just ignored her but the more I did, the more she came pressing on, she was persistent. It was like her friends were rooting for her and their agenda for visiting my house was just to spark a romantic atmosphere between us.
Soon the class left and she was the last one to say goodbye, promising to check on me in the morning since I promised to come to school the next day. However I solemnly told her not to come, I ensured to be rude to her, any one would get pissed off and walk away though I was glad the class who called me scum visited me. They asked all sort of questions, some gave me lessons note. For the first time, I felt I was not alone. There is a parable, saying from African which states that, "when evil is on the way to get you, something good is on his way to save you but that savior was not marta, it was bella, and I learnt it in a painful way." I never knew I was being saved by her presence.
The next morning I stepped out dressed for school, having this house all to myself. I planned on moving out to a new apartment for my grand master planned. In case I am traced. I would have liberty to set that place ablaze. I slide the door open and here she is, Bella Anderson standing right at my front door