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A zine consisting of two separate stories with a common theme in mind. "They said strange things happened near it–sightings, creepy noises, people disappearing. Sometimes I believed the rumours; sometimes I was sceptical. But it didn’t really make a difference. The tree was there, and sometimes, they said, it whispered to you." – remember that tree everyone said was haunted? – "Nightmares. A fake doctor. The prince of Hell. A winning combination." – Chapter I –
A zine consisting of two separate stories with a common theme in mind.
"They said strange things happened near it–sightings, creepy noises, people disappearing. Sometimes I believed the rumours; sometimes I was sceptical. But it didn’t really make a difference. The tree was there, and sometimes, they said, it whispered to you."
– remember that tree everyone said was haunted? –
"Nightmares. A fake doctor. The prince of Hell.
A winning combination."
– Chapter I –
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REMEMBER THAT TREE EVERYONE SAID<br />
WAS HAUNTED?<br />
CONTRIBUTOR<br />
Han is an aspiring storyteller who likes creating things, and then writing them down. If you liked her stuff, you<br />
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There was a tree in a corner of the school field that everyone knew was haunted.<br />
They said strange things happened near it--sightings, creepy noises, people disappearing. Of<br />
course, nobody actually experienced any of this for themselves, since the tree had been fenced<br />
off right after the school was built, years and years ago. But that didn't stop people from talking.<br />
And everyone in school talked about it, because they had heard it from everyone else.<br />
Sometimes I believed it--because some of my friends believed it--and sometimes I was<br />
sceptical--because some of my friends were sceptical--but it didn't really make a difference.<br />
The tree was there, and sometimes, they said, it whispered to you.<br />
We all knew not to think about the tree--it can hear you!--or get too close--it will<br />
possess you!. Even looking at the tree was a big no-no, because, they said, the tree could see<br />
you watching, and wouldn't hesitate to get you to come closer, within its reach. Nobody knew<br />
why, or how, but they all said: better safe than sorry.<br />
So we warned each other from the other side of the field, a safe distance away. The years<br />
passed, and rumours continued to float around the school. Nothing ever happened.<br />
Until one day, of course, something did.<br />
--<br />
They said it was the security guard who heard it, during one of his late night patrols: shrill,<br />
high-pitched laughter.<br />
Like any sane person, his instinct was to bolt in the other direction.<br />
He turned away, remembered his job, and turned around again. Slow, tentative steps brought<br />
him past the empty school canteen, towards the big green field that was the school's pride and<br />
joy. Throughout his slow march there had been no other inhuman sounds, and so by the time<br />
he came to stand by the field barrier, he had regained some measure of calm, and, now confident<br />
that he had only misheard, was entirely prepared to write off the whole incident as nothing<br />
extraordinary.<br />
He cast his gaze over the field, scanning it for anything out of the ordinary. Then--<br />
It must have been an accident; everyone meant everyone, so he must have known better than<br />
to go looking for trouble on an already-spooky night, but there his gaze went, as if pulled by a<br />
magnet.<br />
He looked at the tree.<br />
The tree looked back.<br />
--<br />
"--should have run," someone muttered, as I walked past, jogging in the direction of my<br />
classroom.<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
"He was doing his job," Sara said to her friend, as I heaved my giant backpack off my shoulder<br />
and onto my seat. The chair creaked under its weight.<br />
"Yeah, and look where that got him."<br />
"You're a jerk."<br />
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, coming up to their table.<br />
"It's Pak Syed," Sara told me. "He got possessed by the...." here she trailed off, and jerked her<br />
head once towards the field.<br />
I nodded hastily, and the three of us stood around in a moment of silence as we raced to fill our<br />
thoughts with something else. Arun shuddered, and crossed his arms. "Like I said, he should<br />
have run."<br />
"Is Pak Syed--is he...okay?" I asked.<br />
"They said he's really sick," Sara told me.<br />
"That's terrible."<br />
"Shouldn't have gotten so close," Arun muttered, just before the bell for morning assembly<br />
rang, cutting off any further conversation, as they scrambled out of the classroom.<br />
The conversation played in my mind over and over, distracting me from the monotone of daily<br />
announcements. It was hard to think about something without thinking about it, so I focused<br />
my thoughts on Pak Syed, who was always there when I came to school, telling everyone to<br />
hurry in before the bell rang, and how odd it had been to walk in today without him standing<br />
by the gates.<br />
As the last announcement finished and everyone began shuffling into class, Sara tapped me on<br />
the shoulder. When I looked back, she asked, "Do you have tuition later?"<br />
I frowned at her, already suspicious. "...no?"<br />
"Great!" She grinned. "I've got math until 6, so meet me at the bus stop at 6:30, okay?"<br />
"You mean...after the school's closed?"<br />
"Yeah!"<br />
"What? No!"<br />
"Please? It won't take long!"<br />
"What do you even want to do here that late in the day?"<br />
Sara hesitated. "It's a secret."<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
I crossed my arms. "If you can't even tell me what we're gonna do, why should I say yes?"<br />
"Well," she began, putting her hands on her hips. "You do owe me a favour, right?"<br />
"...yes, but--"<br />
"And you said you'd do anything, right?"<br />
"Yes, but--"<br />
"And you got an A on our last geography test after all, right?"<br />
"Okay, look--"<br />
"And we would have gotten into much bigger trouble for that than sneaking around school in<br />
the dark," she continued, leaning closer and letting her voice drop, "right?"<br />
I sighed, and said, "Fine."<br />
--<br />
During math, Arun flicked a folded note onto my notebook. After looking up hastily to make<br />
sure the teacher wasn't looking, I glared at Arun, but he only gestured discreetly behind him<br />
and went back to scribbling in his book. Confused, I glanced over my shoulder, and saw Sara<br />
winking at me. Hope rushed through me, and I raced to unfold it, wondering if she had changed<br />
her mind.<br />
But all the note said was:<br />
Don't forget to call your mom and tell her!<br />
I shoved the note into my pencil case.<br />
--<br />
And then we were hiding behind a bush, waiting for the new--and temporary--security guard<br />
to walk past us during his evening patrol. His footsteps slapped loudly against the ground, and<br />
we both held our breaths, counting the seconds. By 18, he was far enough away that I exhaled,<br />
and rubbed my hands over my knees. "This is such a bad idea."<br />
Sara peeked over the top of the bush. "It'll be fine."<br />
"You still haven't told me why we're here."<br />
"Be patient. You'll find out in about five minutes."<br />
I was silent for a moment. Then, "We're going to get caught."<br />
"No, we won't."<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
"You always say that, and then we always get caught."<br />
"We get caught maybe 80% of the time. Don't exaggerate."<br />
"Numbers change," I muttered, ripping out a clump of grass and tossing it back down angrily.<br />
"Please tell me why we're here."<br />
"I want to take a closer look at the tree." Sara said.<br />
My heart stopped beating. "What?"<br />
"You heard me."<br />
"Are you crazy? Weren't we just talking about Pak Syed this morning?"<br />
"Yes, which is why I wanted you here with me," she said, glancing my way. "I'll get close, but<br />
you stay further back where it's safe. That way, if anything happens, you can go and get help."<br />
"But why would you want to do that? And why would you want to do that in the dark? Why<br />
couldn't we have done this while the sun was still up?"<br />
"Because then we would have been in plain sight, and would have gotten caught." Sara replied,<br />
before turning suddenly. "Come on. We'll find you a spot to hide by the basketball court. That<br />
should be far enough for you."<br />
"No, wait a minute." I looked at her, and saw the way her eyes were wide, focused on something<br />
in the distance. Goosebumps prickled over my skin, and the realisation settled heavy in my<br />
stomach, followed by dread. "Oh no."<br />
Sara stopped, and snapped her gaze over to me. "What?"<br />
"It's got you," I whispered, slowly backing away. "Oh god, it's got you. I shouldn't have agreed<br />
to come with you."<br />
"What are you talking about?"<br />
"The tree!" I hissed, and immediately dropped my gaze down to the ground, trying desperately<br />
to think of something else.<br />
Sara was silent. "You think...I'm possessed?"<br />
I squeezed my eyes shut, and started chanting the first prayer I could think of.<br />
"What? Hey!"<br />
I ignored her, pushing on with the prayer even as I stumbled over a few words.<br />
"I said hey!"<br />
Oh god oh god, we were in so much trouble.<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
"I can't believe--No!" She shoved me, hard enough to send me sprawling onto my side. "I'm<br />
not possessed! I'm here because Pak Syed's getting fired over this mess, even though he's been<br />
working here for--for years. And now he's getting fired! Just like that! All because of a tree!"<br />
"Shh!" I glanced around. "Please stop talking about it."<br />
"No! Nobody's even sure if the tree's really haunted. Nobody even knows what happened! But<br />
they're firing him anyway!"<br />
"Sara, please shut up."<br />
"I'm here because I don't want him to lose his job. And you're here because you're my friend.<br />
Because friends help each other. But I guess we're not actually friends after all, huh?"<br />
"What are you talking about? Of course we're friends!" I stared up at her, at her wide-eyed<br />
look. "That's why I'm asking you to listen to me. Now come on, it's not too late to get out of<br />
here--"<br />
"No!"<br />
"Sara, wait--"<br />
She turned away, the set of her mouth firm, determined,<br />
"Sara!"<br />
And took off running,<br />
Straight for the tree.<br />
--<br />
I stared after her, my heart pounding in my ears, my whole body frozen to the ground. Sara<br />
was one of the school's sprinters; she was already halfway there before I had even stood up.<br />
There was no way I could catch up to her, no way to stop her. Oh god, she was only seconds<br />
away from the tree, she was so close, she was--<br />
--<br />
--crumpled on the ground.<br />
In the air, the sound of shrill, high-pitched laughter.<br />
I screamed.<br />
--<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
Later--much, much later, I knelt on the ground next to Sara, who lay on a pallet the security<br />
guard had found in storage. We were between the school gates and the canteen, where the light<br />
was brightest, and Sara squinted at her surroundings, bleary-eyed as she woke.<br />
"Thank god," I breathed.<br />
She stared at me. "What happened?"<br />
"The security guard heard me screaming," I told her, gesturing to where he stood, surrounded<br />
by several teachers, all in deep discussion. "He carried you here, and then called the discipline<br />
teacher, who called the others. Your mom's on the way here."<br />
"Oh."<br />
I hesitated. "Are you...okay?"<br />
"Yeah."<br />
"What did Arun get me for my birthday last week?"<br />
"Nothing, because he forgot." Her expression scrunched up with annoyance. "I'm fine! I told<br />
you, I'm not possessed."<br />
I sat back, finally relaxing. "I was so worried."<br />
"For no reason," she muttered.<br />
"I was really scared for you, okay?"<br />
"That's your own stupid fault! I told you everything was fine."<br />
"Hmph." I squinted at the group of teachers, their faces shadowed by the lamppost directly<br />
behind them. The road outside was still quiet, and there were no cars, no sign of moms coming<br />
to fetch--and probably scold--their kids. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw one of the<br />
teachers glance over in our direction, but he said nothing, only went back to talking. I crossed<br />
my arms, suddenly cold.<br />
"Can you hear that?"<br />
I looked at Sara, who was now blinking up at the night sky, her stare distant. "Hear what?" I<br />
asked.<br />
"That sound."<br />
"Sara, you're scaring me again." The teacher glanced back at us once more. I gripped my arms<br />
tightly, forced myself to sit still. "It's not funny."<br />
"I'm not trying to be funny," she said. Her voice was getting softer, her eyelids drooping.<br />
"Then what are you trying to do?"<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
"I know there's nothing there," she said instead, her words quiet, "but I can still hear it."<br />
"Hear what?" I demanded. "What does it sound like, Sara? Tell me!"<br />
She closed her eyes.<br />
remember that tree everyone said was haunted?
CHAPTER I<br />
CONTRIBUTOR<br />
Considers herself an amateur in the world of stories, and as such spends most of her time not writing. Most of<br />
her impossible scenarios will never make their way to paper, with which she has made peace.<br />
Her (not) writing can be found here for all to read:<br />
https://muggleweasley.wordpress.com/
The slow whirring of machines made her eyes heavy. But she had to push herself, she couldn't<br />
let herself sleep.<br />
With sleep come dire consequences.<br />
She slapped herself again and again. Stay awake, stay awake .<br />
Watch out for the beast, legend has it that if it sees you it'll eat you.<br />
Her boss couldn't afford to lose another employee. Exit, where's the exit?<br />
Find a button, the exit will reveal itself once the button is pressed.<br />
"Maybe I can be of assistance, luv?" Get me out of here! "Afraid that I can't, sweetheart. You're too<br />
much of an asset." Get me out! I don't want to be here! "Careful now, any louder and the beast will come<br />
running for you," You said that you'd help! "I am, luv. Just not in the way that you'd like." Button, I need to<br />
find the button. "Better hurry, then. Your time's almost up." What? "The clock, luv. Look up."<br />
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.<br />
"Now I want you to focus on the beats, Erica," Charlie prompted gently, "Remember that you're<br />
in a safe place and that no one can harm you here."<br />
Charlie shifted silently in his seat, keeping his eyes on the metronome that was beginning to<br />
slow. Their session was coming to a close, the hour was up.<br />
"Once it stops," he said as he eyed his watch, "I want you to take a deep breath and open your<br />
eyes. Take your time, there's no need to rush."<br />
Lying on the couch opposite his was Erica, a woman of about thirty with a case of generalized<br />
anxiety disorder. They spent today's session focusing on her nightmares which have<br />
progressively worsened since she started her new job.<br />
He remembered when she first came in; she was a bundle of nerves, begging for his help. She<br />
had been to many doctors before him and none of their treatment seemed to work. Reluctantly<br />
he agreed. She was frantic and he didn't think that saying no would do her any favours.<br />
Charlie got too preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't notice her coming to.<br />
"Ungh."<br />
Erica opened her eyes slowly, heaving a sigh of relief as she took in the room around her: a<br />
warm beam of sunlight filtering in through the windows, the couch covered in soft leather, the<br />
scent of wood. Use your surroundings to ground you, was Charlie's advice for her bad days.<br />
She needed that more than ever now as it felt like she had just ran a marathon. Her heart was<br />
racing a mile a minute and she had beads of sweat running down the sides of her forehead.<br />
You're at the doctor's office for your monthly session, she reminded herself. No one is coming<br />
for you. Do not forget to breathe.<br />
In through the nose, and out through the mouth. In through the nose, and out through the<br />
mouth.<br />
"How are you feeling?" Charlie asked after letting some time pass.<br />
Chapter I
"Shaken," she replied, slowly putting herself into a sitting position. She tried her best to<br />
compose herself before saying anything else; the dream shook Erica to her core, and she found<br />
it hard to push the images away. The more she tried, the more vivid it became.<br />
In through the nose, and out through the mouth. In through the nose, and out through the<br />
mouth.<br />
Again, Charlie checked his watch, they were almost five minutes over the hour. It was time for<br />
Erica to go.<br />
"It looks like our time's up," he said as he clapped his hands together, the sound making Erica<br />
jolt upright, "But we can talk about it if you'd like?"<br />
She looked at him with disbelief. Of course she wanted to talk about it, she was paying for his<br />
services after all. But he obviously wanted her to leave, and she couldn't afford an extra hour.<br />
"No, it's alright," Erica smiled meekly, "I'll just walk it off."<br />
She slowly pushed herself off the couch with Charlie following suit.<br />
The beast is near.<br />
Erica released a gasp as she took a step back, searching for the voice. The accent, the honeyed<br />
tone, it was all too familiar...<br />
Like that voice from her nightmares.<br />
It was just a dream, nothing more. You're just hearing things, that's all.<br />
Charlie remained where he was, irked by her sudden change in behaviour. As much as he tried,<br />
he couldn't help but to ball his fists in anger, his demeanour betraying his calm façade. She was<br />
making things difficult and he hated difficult people. He had to break her away from her<br />
thoughts or she'd never leave. But he had to be gentle, this girl was a fragile flower and tough<br />
love never seem to work for people like her. Carefully, he released the tension from his muscles<br />
and forced a smile onto his face.<br />
"Erica," he said with as much sweetness as he could muster, "I think it's best for you to go<br />
home. Make yourself a cup of tea, or sleep it off maybe."<br />
Angered by his lack of empathy, Erica turned on her heel and stomped off. Fucking bastard,<br />
she felt like saying. Underneath all that rage, however, was a hint of confusion. Something<br />
wasn't right about his behaviour today, especially his cold demeanour nearing the end. Why<br />
was he so eager for her to leave?<br />
That's right, luv. Walk away. Fast as you can.<br />
She was almost at the door when she felt him forcefully grabbing her shoulder, making her<br />
freeze in her tracks. His hands felt icy cold against her skin... and for some reason, scaly.<br />
Frightened, Erica tried to push his hand off, but his grip was so tight that it was impossible.<br />
Her fear heightened with every passing second: What if he killed her? They were alone and he<br />
seemed angry enough.<br />
As she tried looking for means of escape, the temperature of the room began to drop, causing<br />
the hairs on her arm to stand.<br />
Chapter I
"And Erica?"<br />
His voice sounded different, deep and growling, unlike that of a human.<br />
Remain still, Erica.<br />
Erica held her breath, she had never believed in God but in that moment she prayed. She prayed<br />
for this to be another one of her nightmares, for someone to come in and save her, a divine<br />
intervention, anything.<br />
Don't kill me, please.<br />
"I don't think that this needs saying," Charlie said coolly, his voice reverting back to its usual<br />
state, "But make sure that you remember our little agreement."<br />
---<br />
They both sat in total silence, realising the gravity of the situation that they were in.<br />
It was Charlie who broke the silence, carefully rolling a piece of parchment before putting it<br />
away.<br />
"I am able to withdraw treatment whenever I want. Because let's face it, you look like you're<br />
on the verge of another relapse."<br />
"But that's--" Erica began before he put his hand up, requesting her silence. She unwillingly<br />
complied, unhappy with the way things were going.<br />
"I only help those who help themselves, Erica." he said calmly, "And I can see another<br />
attempt in your future. You're lucky that I agreed to help at all."<br />
"In that case, I want out."<br />
"You can't, you just signed the contract."<br />
Charlie pulled the parchment out from behind his seat, waving it in her face. Her eyes<br />
followed its motion, sending her into a tizzy. She could not recall signing anything, let alone<br />
an important document.<br />
"What?"<br />
"Mortals never remember the contents of a contract. Or signing one for that matter." he<br />
remarked disparagingly. He had little patience for mortals, none of them had ever proven<br />
themselves useful. Not only were they self-serving but they were also co-dependent. A rather<br />
unhealthy trait, he found.<br />
"I will make an exception, I suppose," he sighed, once again putting the parchment away,<br />
"For a price."<br />
He waited for Erica's response but she remained silent, her brain still processing the<br />
contract.<br />
Impatient, he pressed on:<br />
Chapter I
"These 'sessions' that I'm giving you is another chance at life. I'm freeing your soul from<br />
limbo and letting you return to Earth, back to everything and everyone that you love. But if<br />
you're willing to toss that away, I will have no choice but to hand your soul over to the gates.<br />
Lucky for you, you ended up on my plane first. I'm more forgiving than most."<br />
Charlie leaned forward, lightly pressing his finger against the middle of her forehead.<br />
"So what will it be, Erica?"<br />
Unblinkingly, she nodded. There was no way out of this, she had to cooperate. She got herself<br />
into this mess, and she would get herself out.<br />
He slowly pulled his hand away and went on with the terms, ignoring her odd behaviour.<br />
"Once your soul returns, you won't remember anything from this exchange. Only that you're<br />
seeing me for therapy."<br />
She nodded again, she had rather forget her foolishness than relive it every single day. She<br />
was about to move on when a question popped into her head.<br />
"How am I going to get here if this isn't Earth?"<br />
"Leave that part to me, you just focus on getting better." Charlie replied as he gave her a<br />
reassuring smile.<br />
"And the agreement?"<br />
"Only when prompted, will you remember. It'll erase itself once you do."<br />
"What good will that do?"<br />
Charlie looked away, carefully crafting his answer. He didn't want to offend but he didn't<br />
want to lie either. She needn't know that her suicide attempt brought her here.<br />
"It's only there to keep you off the edge."<br />
Erica wondered what he meant. She had thought about it from time to time but she never<br />
acted on it. So what did he mean by ‘off the edge’? Had she done it? Was that why—<br />
Her contemplation was disturbed when his door flung open on its own, alarming her.<br />
"Now, go. I've got urgent matters to attend."<br />
Charlie exhaled as he shut the door behind him.<br />
It had been a long day for him and he was looking forward to heading home; if he could find<br />
it, that is. Last he heard, Sathanus had it tucked away in a forbidden pocket universe. Emphasis<br />
on the word 'forbidden'.<br />
If only he had kept to himself that day, he'd be doing whatever it was that his heart desired;<br />
listening to records, playing video games, reading. But instead he was stuck (secretly) dealing<br />
with lost souls and running errands for the prince of Hell.<br />
Complete the list, and the cycle will be broken. Procrastinate, and more will be added.<br />
Chapter I
That was the promise that Sathanus had made to the newly born Charlie the day they first met.<br />
Charlie, still naïve and unassuming at the time, had thought it would be fun and had agreed to<br />
partake in his little game. It had been years since the game began and Charlie had yet to see the<br />
finish line.<br />
The list.<br />
Speaking of, he felt an intense heat radiating from his pants, singeing his skin. Reaching into<br />
his pocket, he pulled out a small piece of parchment and surely enough, another chore had been<br />
added to the list. He could just imagine Sathanus lounging on his throne, laughing at his misery.<br />
Damn him.<br />
"I need a drink," Charlie declared after some thought.<br />
He shoved the list back into his pocket as he slowly made his way towards the mini bar that<br />
was behind the client's couch. He poured himself a much welcomed glass of Scotch, swirling<br />
and sniffing it before taking a proper sip.<br />
To heck with the list, I'll be damned if I do and damned if I don't anyway.<br />
"She's gone," he announced, allowing himself another sip before leaning against the edge of<br />
the bar.<br />
Without much of a warning, a shadowy figure emerged out of thin air, silent and seething.<br />
Charlie beckoned it to approach but it preferred to remain in the dark corner, dreading the<br />
effects of sunlight.<br />
Many referred to their kind as the Hat Men, genderless shadow demons that fed off the fears<br />
of others. Not many could truly see them as they only appeared out of the corner of one's eye,<br />
making them think that it was a trick of the light.<br />
What took you so long?<br />
"We're alone now," he replied nonchalant, "You don't have to worry about her. I doubt that<br />
she'll be coming back now seeing your little trick scared her off."<br />
Charlie could feel it scrutinizing him from head to foot, trying to catch him in a lie. There was<br />
an unspoken law claiming that lying to a Hat Man was off limits, especially those prone to<br />
violence.<br />
"Something the matter?" he confidently took another sip, pretending not to notice.<br />
Sathanus has given us a new task and we have yet to accomplish the old ones. Are you not<br />
aware of the time constraints, John?<br />
Charlie flinched at the name.<br />
Being John was both a blessing and a curse as his given powers made him invincible, almost<br />
omnipotent, in fact. He could do anything he wanted: warp realities, manipulate time, control<br />
minds. Everything was within his grasp.<br />
A hefty price came with it, however, violent deaths and eternal damnation to those he cared<br />
for. Tried as he might, he could never bring them back. For once in his life, he felt mortal. It's<br />
lonely, being a God.<br />
He was more than happy to leave John behind.<br />
Chapter I
"The name's Charlie." he cautioned as he placed his Scotch on the bar.<br />
At a pace that can be called leisurely, he straightened up and crossed over to the window,<br />
viewing the scenery. Sigh. The sight unnerved him, it was nothing but an empty wasteland.<br />
And the sun wasn't any help either, it did nothing but burn his corneas.<br />
"We should start making adjustments to the plane," he mused, making wave-like gestures with<br />
his hands as if the outside was a painting of some sort, "It's too bright for my liking."<br />
We don't have the time, John. Sathanus...<br />
Charlie put his hand up to where the sun was and like a volume knob on the radio, turned it an<br />
anti-clockwise direction. Slowly but surely, the sky began to darken, almost mirroring the night<br />
sky.<br />
"No, no," he shook his head, dissatisfied, "That's too dark. The humans will notice."<br />
You claim to have left that world behind, John. But you use your powers still.<br />
If you had learned to control it then, Melissa would still be alive and breathing.<br />
Charlie froze, years of deep-seated anger creeping out from beneath his skin. The Hat Man had<br />
crossed a line. Her death was not his doing, he was certain. She just happened to be in the way,<br />
an unfortunate statistic.<br />
Control it, control it.<br />
The objects around him began to judder, emitting a loud noise that was almost deafening. He<br />
closed his eyes and began to chant. Aequam servare mentem. He had to control his powers, he<br />
had to.<br />
Her death was on your hands, John. Do not deny it.<br />
Aequam servare mentem. Aequam servare mentem. Aequam servare mentem.<br />
He kept on chanting, ignoring its taunts. He had left that life behind, he was never going back.<br />
Infinite powers, John! We could bring down Sathanus! We no longer have to do his bidding!<br />
You know this, John!<br />
"Charlie?"<br />
A woman's voice made Charlie jump out of his skin. He opened his eyes and saw Josie's<br />
reflection in the window. She was a virtual assistant that he had created out of pure boredom,<br />
his own version of Siri.<br />
Everything around them was unnaturally calm, no longer on the verge of exploding. Nothing<br />
was broken, nobody was hurt... This had never happened before.<br />
It was then that his head began to throb, sending him to his knees.<br />
"Is everything alright, Charlie?"<br />
"I'm fine, Josie," he rubbed his temples as he pushed himself up, "Just a headache. What brings<br />
you here?"<br />
"Eric is here to see you."<br />
Eric?<br />
Chapter I
"Eric," Charlie muttered "Erica's twin."<br />
Another one of his clients, Eric, was a man with paranoid schizophrenia. He, too, stumbled into<br />
Charlie's office. Another soul stuck in limbo. But unlike Erica, he came with a purpose: to<br />
retrieve Erica and bring her back home.<br />
In many ways, Eric reminded him of Melissa. Both helpless people with a need to help others,<br />
fancying themselves heroes. At times he found it endearing, at most times irritating. What<br />
appealed to him most though, was Eric's feeling of isolation.<br />
Melissa would have wanted me to help.<br />
The first time Eric had come looking for him, Charlie had taken the chance to modify his<br />
memory, making him think he was there for therapy instead of searching for Erica. Deep down<br />
he knew that it was a selfish move, but this was his only chance to atone for his sins.<br />
He thought of turning Eric away, worried that he might lose control again.<br />
Fuck.<br />
I've never come across such kindness in my life. Except for my sister, of course.<br />
He was finding it harder and harder to turn them down the longer he remained. It's because<br />
they're needy, unreliable creatures that shouldn't be left unattended, he would repeatedly tell<br />
himself.<br />
"Send him in," he grumbled, waving Josie away.<br />
"Very well."<br />
As she turned to walk away, Charlie noticed the shadowy figure skulking away from his corner,<br />
gliding towards Josie. Knowing of its malicious intent, he quickly flicked his wrist, slamming<br />
the door shut in its face.<br />
"Don't even think about it."<br />
She has seen too much.<br />
"You know that we can't get rid of her," he argued as he plopped down on his seat, "Besides,<br />
who will she tell? There's hardly anyone here."<br />
I will if you won't.<br />
Charlie pondered his threat. He knew that his companion meant business. That it'd even kill a<br />
child when push came to shove. Better he than it, he concluded. If he took over, he could reboot<br />
her systems at the very least.<br />
"I'll handle it once the day is done." he offered.<br />
You've gotten soft for these humans, John.<br />
"No, I haven't." he denied, hastily plastering a fake smile on his face when he heard the door<br />
open.<br />
Chapter I
"Dr. Stevens?" Eric called, poking his head through the door. He took a careful look around<br />
the office and did a double take when he saw a dark figure slinking back into the corner of the<br />
room.<br />
"Come on in, Eric," Charlie insisted as he took note of Eric's expression "Make yourself<br />
comfortable."<br />
There's nothing there, mate, trick of the light.<br />
Not now, voices, Eric shook his head, taking a seat on the couch. Not today.<br />
He kept turning towards the corner, actively searching for the figure. He could've sworn that<br />
he saw something there.<br />
"Everything alright, Eric?" Charlie enquired, pulling him out of his reverie.<br />
I would keep my mouth shut if I were you.<br />
You might be wrong, he's here to help.<br />
"This might be the schizophrenia talking," Eric hesitated before answering, "But there's<br />
someone standing in the corner of your office."<br />
He pointed towards the corner, hoping that the doctor could see what he saw.<br />
"Is there?" Charlie raised his eyebrow, acting bemused, "Have you been taking your<br />
medication, Eric?"<br />
Eric began to panic. He had been taking his medication. Maybe it was a trick of the light, he<br />
convinced himself. He didn't want to disappoint Dr. Stevens, they had made a lot of progress<br />
this past year. It would be upsetting if he were to relapse.<br />
Lie.<br />
"I'm sorry, Dr. Stevens," he stuttered, avoiding eye contact, "I've been working nights, lately.<br />
I was probably tired."<br />
That's a good lad.<br />
"It's quite alright, Eric," Charlie smiled, leaning back in his seat, "Now let's begin, shall we?”<br />
Chapter I