"¡Denzel!"
"I'm asking you again... did mother read from this paper?!"
I ask in panic; my emotions were not proper at all, the mere fact, that my loved one interacted with some unknown paper containing god knows what was unsettling to say at the very least.
Denzel looks at me, his eyes were that of fear and concern, but he couldn't leave me be, so he nods his head, confirming my fears.
At that moment I could only conjure up a mental "Fuck" in my mind, the mere fact that I am feeling such an ominous feeling from this piece of paper was not good at all; as the situation could be far worse than what any of us might be thinking.
Meanwhile, the plastered worry on my face only made Denzel worry more, as he said to himself.
'For Sherlock to show any sign of clear emotion, beyond his expressionless glare is an omen waiting to happen, fuck what the hell did mother interact with to make her fear and trauma resurfaced in such a way, is the paper a witch artifact, yeah it has to be that's the only explanation I can come up with?'
"Honestly Denzel, how did mom come across this accursed piece of unknown?"
I asked in wonder, it was as if a lot of things were happening all at once.
However, at that very moment, I watch Denzel once more as he sighs in frustration.
SIGH!... "Give me a moment and I shall explain everything to you, I seriously have a major headache just remembering how it went down." He announced, clenching his fist with great worry, just by looking at him I could tell he was under a lot of stress lately, especially due to my powers that make me appear as his deceased aunt, then now there is this situation of the unknown page; which is understandable, as this sudden and unexpected situation involves our mother after all.
Denzel soon appears beside me, taking a seat to the left of me on the bed, he then reaches inside the pocket of his cloak as he took out a small metal flask containing his favorite red rum, his medication is what he likes to refer to.
He slowly opens it, and he heads it up, drinking his worries away, he glances at me with a tired regretful eye... He sighed once more, as he look at his red rum as if contemplating something, finally he look at me once again, and pass it to me, without saying a word.
Normally he never shares his liquor, but for him to suddenly be doing this, truly meant he was stressed out by the situation, more than I originally thought.
In normal circumstances, I and Denzel rarely have any kind of brotherly interactions, most of the time it is always me and Alexander, but seeing that we have a common issue at hand, I find it funny how such a predicament brings us closer together like this.
So I indulge in Denzel's courtesy as I took the flask from him, I stare at it, and as I took a heads up at the substance, a strong bittersweet burn my throat but at the same time it eased my mind a little.
I pass back the flask to Denzel, to which he took another sip from it, and began to explain the situation to me.
"As I said before, everything was going alright, nothing was out of the ordinary."
"I' anything; if things didn't go hay, at the very last minutes then I can confidently say that the plan was a success if not big Ol'fat W on our end."
He said with a soft but audible monotone, as he pass the flask back to me, the drink was being passed down at intervals of two sips each.
I took it from him, taking another sip, as I hear out my big brother's explanation.
"We successfully broke into the baroness manor without a hitch, and we managed to steal a lot of jewelry, and other valuable things... but something happened to mother she looked at that thing in your hand."
"I don't know what it is, but it has been whispering nonsense ever since I pick up, mother unfold it, and when she looks at it, she suddenly began to scream causing quite a commotion, as a result, we had to leave half of the stolen goods because we almost got caught, and when I toss her outside she ran away in fear panicking to herself, I eventually hid the goods above a tree as I brought mother here, and went back to fetch the stolen goods, and when I came back to check on her was when you hid her and attack me, and that why we are here."
With that said, this concludes Denzel's story, however, I was a little lost on how our mother came in contact with this thing in the first place.
So of course I ask the obvious.
"Tell me though how did mother get in contact with this thing, to begin with."
"She found it by accident, no it was hidden, but she was just unfortunate to find it I guess."
"Hidden, like between a book or something?"
"No, mother accidentally broke one of the baroness's husband's old sailor picture frames, and that page was at the very back of it, the way it was placed there was as if it was purposely hidden there to avoid the gaze of others, but mother curiosity got the best of her, and that the reason why she ends up the way she is now."
When I heard this, my eyes open up in astonishment, as I held my chin and whispered to myself.
"Damn how unlucky does one have to be, to get into a situation like this."
However, as I immerse myself in thought, Denzel began to speak his hands shaking at every word.
"I don't know what is happening to her, but I thought you might be able to help her, you are the second brain of the family after all, I'm clueless in these situations, I don't know what's going on, or what to do, please Sherlock please save mama."
'Mama!'
'Is he so worried, to the point that he is completely unaware of his change of vocabulary, damn... I never thought I would hear the word mama from Denzel's mouth, but for some reason sound so natural when he says it, maybe because he is the eldest son.'
But seeing Denzel so emotional like this, putting up a play, and acting tough, gave me a cruel reminder, that Denzel is just misunderstood, he acts wild but behind that layer of brawn and muscles, is a gentle soul, that is deeply misunderstood.
I didn't like seeing Denzel like this, so I pat his back, which grab his attention, as I said.
"Don't worry about mother, she is a strong cookie, if there is anything she thought us is that crying will get us nowhere."
When Denzel heard this, for the first time in a while, a small and unnoticeable smile slowly emerge on his face, and he went quickly went back to his old self.
"Honestly you are amazing Sherlock, you can stay calm even in a situation like this."
"Well, it's good to have a positive mentality, big brother."
"Big brother ha?"
Denzel whispers to himself, as he looks at Sherlock, his expression neutrally still, however to his surprise instead of the beautiful, dark skin woman, with black curly hair, and beautiful blue eyes that she has been seeing for some time now.
A slightly above-average young adult came before him, skin as pale as a vampire, long and beautiful dark purple hair to his back, along with beautiful dark purple eyes, devoid of any sentiment or emotion at all, his facial expressions, were for a better lack of word expressionless.
At that point, he inwardly smiles as heads up the remaining red rum, while saying.
"Well, you do have a point, little bro."
"Of course, I do."
"Haha... So what now little bro?"
"Well I have a way to fix this, it's a little bit risky, but I will need you to trust me."
"Is some new power?"
"Yes and no."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"It's hard to explain, but to help mother I will have to leave my body to seek even greater help."
"Does this have something to do with your ghostly powers?"
"Well let's just say, I am going to be talking to a very wise ghost, a great elder of sorts, I do consider her a good friend of mine, and I'm sure if it's her, she will have an answer to this problem."
"So where are you going?"
"Brother let's just say I figure out a way to leave my body, but this ghost isn't here, she is far away from here, so far that it will take me a while to reach her, till then please protect my body."
"Hahaha... From seeing ghosts to projecting yourself as one, you're getting creepier by the day, well that was always how you been little brother, a mysterious little phantom."
"Well, I can't help it, but anyways protect my body till I come back, it might take a while before I'm back, also move mother to her room, and try not to look at the folded paper as well, but apart from that take care, and I will be back as soon as possible."
"Yeah, don't worry, do your thing, hopefully, your ghost girlfriend might have some good news."
Denzel said teasingly, to which I replied.
"Hahaha, we're just friends, but I know she is an expert when it comes to these things, but cheerios bro I'm gone."
I said to Denzel, meanwhile I lay my head on the pillow, and began to focus on Kthilla.
And the next moment I awaken amid a dark room, only to be met with a giant projector, playing an episode of Game of Kings, on the big screen, and loudspeakers.
"You'll never walk again. But you will fly."
Meanwhile, a voice came from behind me sitting on one of the upper seats of the theater.
"Oh, Thou Art finally decide to visit your friend ha, how long have you been gone for hmm, honestly even thy great self don't know either, seeing that time is meanless here, but it's good to see thee again."
I smile at her voice as turn around and said to her.
"It's good to see you too Kthilla."