Chapter 1
I hate this. I hate transversing myself. It's always so hard not to puke or gag at the sight of dead bodies.
Even though I'm used to it by now, it's still a bit nerve wrackin
"Sahara!" I heard Abbasi, my brother, yell my name,
"I'm here" I yell back
"What are y-Oh you're transversing"
"Yeah well" I shrugged amd shooed him away "A little privacy please"
"The victim's a man, and I'm a man. It'd make no difference whatsoever" He smiled, I rolled my eyes and simply touched Adami's throat-the area where he was hit- and closed my eyes
"Fihat Meeni In" (Let me in) "Fihat Meeni In. Fac Me Vidire, Audire et Loqui o Spiritu" (Let me in. Make me see,hear and speak Oh spirit) The words leave my mouth as an incantation, a chant. And I see a transparent old man, Adami, look at me with blank slate grey eyes.
"Why?" Adami's voice rang inside my bones
"You were murdered. We just want to find who killed you" Most spirits don't remember anything besides what ties them to wander in this world still. Some are tied here by their family, or some unfinished business. If they'd already reached the other side-the afterlife that is-then it's practically impossible to reach them. But it's pretty rare, only two cases in my twenty-eight years of existence. Adami however, was so close to crossing over; it's lucky I transversed in time.
"I no longer care for them though" He spoke icily
"I know you don't. But the killer deserves justice, amd so does your family"
"My...family?" Good he's remembering
"Yes your family. They're so distraught because of your death. Will you not satisfy them by serving justice to y?"
"I want to but... I think I'd Alzheimer's when I was alive" He did
"That doesn't matter. I can do it anyway"
Adami thought for a while, then nodded. His spirit particles flying everywhere as he made the movement.
"I'll allow it then" I smiled and mouthed a thank you then closed my eyes as the spirit energy started to travel within and without me
Blood. Gore; everywhere in the woods, then. I see a young hooded man, wearing a half sleeve shirt and sweatpants with custom signed shoes. His eyes black and piercing, he was wearing earings as well.
He kneeled beside Adami's dead body and prayed; then got back up and shot him three times; once in the thigh, the other in the shoulder and the last one between the legs as Adami screamed in pain.
Why? Just-just why?
Then the killer whispered "You should've listened and turned the other way, but nope. You just had to be the hero. Look where you are now" He paused and said in a normal tone "Y'know, I did love you. You just made it so, so hard. You always kept forgetting, and neglecting and alienating me. It was just so...annoying. Then you decided that you'd give all your property not to me but to that b**** you call your wife and my 'mother'" The sociopath chuckled "It's just surprising, she didn't even need the money. I did, I needed the money. Do you know how many people are after me now? How many dealers are after me?"
"Son" Adami tried to speak but his voice went slurry because of the blood loss
"Don't 'son' me! You were a pathetic excuse of a father, and you always will be!" He yelled as he shot the final bullet in Adami's mouth, instantly killing him and blacking out my vision
I open my eyes
"Serve justice for my family you said" Adami chuckled humorlessly
"I-I'm sorry.I didn't know. I should've-"
"It's fine my child" He reassured me, and yet; guilt is still gnawing at me. There's another reason I hate transversing, I'm not the only one who relives the nightmare but the spirit is also the one who does that too. That's why the spirits forget about how they were killed, why etcectra; because it's just too traumatic, too sad.
"It's not. Atleast I don't think it is"
"Maybe, but it is more or less my fault as well. I should've seen the signs; the...what do you young people call it?-Yeah the aura and vibe. I think my Angelica, my wife, noticed but didn't tell me as to not heavy my burden"
"But it was his fault as well"
"That may be so, but he's a child, still growing. And I was supposed to be his parent, a friend. Instead I was the one who pushed him away, alienated him" I sighed and nodded
"Would you like to crossover now?" My voice was soft, caressing
"Yes I'd like that very much"
I smiled softly "Where do you think you'll go?"
"I don't know. Hopefully somewhere I can be in peace. Doesn't matter if it's hell or heaven"
I smiled as he laid on the floor beside his dead body
"...Does it hurt? While crossing over I mean" The old man asked after closing his eyes
"It depends if you're a sinner or not" I replied as his spirit started to fade "Y'know, maybe when you meet your son someday, you can explain everything. And maybe you two will forgive each other"
Adami smiled softly and said in a whisper "I'd like that very much" I smiled back
"So, is it hurting?"
The old man chuckled as the last of his spirit particles rise and vanish into the air "No, it's stinging a little but well oh well"
Then. He disappeared, like he wasn't even there.
"Are you alright?" Abbasi's voice broke me out of my thoughts
"The killer's his son, Donovan's his name I think"
"Ok, I'll get the arrest warrant" He paused by the door as he looked back at me, still kneeling beside the body "Are you okay?" I nodded "You're lying sis, just because I wasn't in this room when you were transversing doesn't mean that I can't sense what's going on with you"
"I'm... it's just that, his own family killed him, and he doesn't even blame them, instead he blames himself...Why?"
He shrugged "Maybe it's because he did something bad to his son. Like abuse maybe, or neglected him" I hummed "Is that all?"
I nodded, it's no use telling him anything more "Yeah. That's all"
"Then I'll take my leave. You coming?" I shook my head
"I feel a little dizzy, maybe later..." I said as I stood up as well "Get someone to transport his body to the morgue...or back to his family"
He hummed, said "Take care" and left.
Finally
I internally sighed in relief as I ran in the bathroom and vomited.
It happens sometimes when I'm exhausted my body or my mind. Sometimes I even cough out blood if I overexert myself and my Talent.
But... it's never been so frequent...it never happened consecutively. So, why now?
I hurried and called my doctor after cleaning up.
"Heey Doc" I said with fake cheeriness
"Yes?" I heard Doctor Hassan's booming voice from my phone
"I...I vomited again"
"Was there blood?"
"No"
"When you saw the body, did you think that it made you have the feeling of puking?"
"A little, yes"
"Then everything's fine. You're just overexerting yourself. I told you to get rest didn't I?"
"You did but-"
"Buh-uh. You need to rest, you're doing what-like ten maybe even twenty cases per day. You're stressed, and that can cause anxiety. Plus, you're not like other humans, heck maybe you're the only one like yourself-"
"That's enough flattery Doc"
"I'm just stating the facts my dear. What I'm saying is that you're not like us. Yes you've the same body structure but thats where our similarities end. Your cognitive functions are...unlike anything we've ever seen. But vomiting-in your case isn't related to cognitive factors. You don't suffer migraines, you don't have head trauma or any sort of brain tumor. And you certainly don't have cyclic vomiting syndrome so no. You're just in need of rest"
[Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome:A rare condition characterized by recurring instances of vomiting]
"...But I" I sighed "Alright Doc. I'll take some days off, but you'll need to write me a prescription, these people won't let me off at all. Specially the old chief himself"
"Alright. I'll talk to him"
"Thanks Doc" I smiled and hung up
But... it's not that. It's something else. I don't know what exactly but it's something that's not a supposed sickness in the eyes of these...humans
whatdoIdo?whatdoIdo?whatdoIdo?
Right.
The library, maybe it has something.
Hopefully
Author's POV
An old woman looks over at her crystal and cackled loudly
"The little bird is leaving it's nest. It'd be such a shame if it flew too close to the sun
