Someone was shaking him. The events of what had happened flooded his mind and he woke up in a stat. His head ached the moment he sat up making him almost fall back to the ground. However, he landed on something soft and warm. He would have wanted nothing more than to stay there but now, was not the right time.
He struggled to his feet and looked around. The ground suddenly shook violently and what followed was a large explosion. They could not tell what was happening but from what Vatracco could see, was a cloud of dust that rose into the skies. He could see faint flashes of light that were too fast for the normal eye to see.
He did not know what they were but from the clashing sounds, he could tell. His parents were putting up a fight. They had to get moving or else this would all have been in vain. He still had not regained his bearings but with every bit of strength he had left, he pushed himself to moved forward. Immaculata helped him and this time, she led the way.
Their speed did decrease but it did not mean that anyone would spot them running away from the cloud of dust that was rapidly descending. It came down with so much pressure that any vegetation without deep roots in the ground were easily ejected from it and they wound up god-knows-where. Those with deep roots did not escape, however, their situation was much more to the easy side as compared to their leafy friends as they were only covered in the dust that was falling.
Looking behind was not an option as she did not want to have what happened to her brother happen to her. If their circumstance was different though, it would have been funny, alas! Luckily, she could sense what was coming. The cloud of smoke was not too far behind and it swallowed everything it touched and left almost nothing behind. Being caught in that cloud could have very much meant their end.
It might have been her imagination, but that is what her instincts screamed without her looking back. Closing her eyes, she increased her speed after securing her brother and lunged forward.
They finally managed to get away only to end up like this. She too, had been regretting attacking that thing they met earlier. Her instincts had already warned her that something about it was off but she ignored it anyway. One strike from it and all the power she had managed to suppress was reversed and she could hear their screams.
She felt their pain and the regrets they had. Her power, the power of a banshee resurfaced without limits. It was impossible to have such powers and not even her parents could explain. Though, they did mention something about 'unique'.
As she ran, she could hear them calling out to her. Some were evil and just wanted to pass time by playing tricks but one in particular had been guiding her this whole time. And, unlike many before, this, she could not see. Yet, she followed.
Two were at their rear and somehow kept the cloud of dust from reaching them. Her vision blurry ever since she took that attack. It would only be a matter of time before she gave in but right now, she felt like the she could conquer a mountain if told to. But, even that had limits.
What she could do right now, was rely on them a bit more. She hated doing it but right now it was the only option she had left. As time was ticking fats, she 'saw' what they looked like. The one guiding her was a woman who reminded her of her own mother. She had white hair and white eyes, the color of her skin was just like any other dead ghost, pale blue but what differentiated her from the rest was her power.
Ever since she was young, she had never felt a power this great from a ghost. She would at times shudder at the thought of how Her life would have been if she was alive. The ghost old lady did not demand much but rather enjoyed watching her play. Immaculata had decided to trust her when she brought her to her brother who was almost loosing control after being bullied by some naughty kids.
If she had not done that back then, her family would never have been able to live a normal life. Everyone would have feared and hated them. They would have had to move but that still would not have lasted because rumors did spread at an alarming rate. What their parents had struggled to build so far would have been all for naught. She knew they hid something but not knowing was sometimes a good thing. She often thought.
But, something about her was strange. Once she left, Immaculata would not remember her until they met once more. It was suspicious and unsettling but she found herself, time and again, following her or seeking her aid.
Immaculata knew this first hand. Seeing the dead since a young age made it very difficult for her to make friends. This was not because she did not want to but because she could not tell the two apart.
The living and the dead. They both looked real to her. And that was one reason why she never had any expression on her face no matter how much pain she was in. The other…
Her brother was the only one who believed her. For some reason, he could sense but not see them. And those that he could see spelled troubled. However, this did not mean that those that could not be seen were all good. Just as there were good and bad in the world. The dead were the same as well, their degree was a little higher though. The only difference was the ones her brother saw, brought a kind of omen that would make the evil ghosts' deeds look like mere pranks.
The kind of pranks kids would play.
They both made it out of the forest safely but her fumes were out. Vatracco took charge and carried her princess style while still running. His vision was still blurry but he noticed that the...whatever was chasing them would blow in the direction they were to take before hand. His wound was healing painfully slowly and this pissed him off. He wanted to get there faster so he pumped more power into his legs increasing his speed.
If someone was by the window, they would only see the cloud of dust he left behind. Everything else would look like a blur...or not. Vatracco suddenly stopped with a screech. He looked around but his vision was not helping.
His nose could not pick up any scent from the area because of the dust. His ears could pick up the fighting they had left behind and his other senses were blocked by something.
'Did it catch up?' the thought crossed his mind.
He shook his head along with the thoughts.
When he looked around, he only saw the road. There were no houses beside the road. No trees. No life. Something pulled his sleeve forcefully and dragged him to the right. Because this was very sudden, he almost dropped his sister. The force stopped when they came to an alley. In front of them was a dead end. He heard footsteps. They were coming from behind him.
Vatracco couldn't clearly tell what was coming next and silently yelled wait before he was smashed into the wall. He looked like a hurricane had paid him a visit not too long ago. His sister was worse and when he helped her down, he could not help but laugh. Her hair. It was standing straight on her head. One could say she had survived an electric shock from one look.
He took out a comb and made her hair. She tidied herself too by straightening her clothes and dusting herself. She then wiped the blood off her brothers face and cast a spell to clean their clothes from the mud. Immaculata turned and thanked the souls that had helped them before they walked into the wall.
They had not noticed but someone had been following them. They smiled.
"They are finally here."