CHAPTER 35 – The Deathly Gift

  MORGAN

   

  The air shifts. An upward spiral of vaporization climbed the vacant air, forming a dense and rapidly rising green mist twisting and maturing. It begins to take shape into an almost corporeal form, the green mist forming into two men ‘kill the snitch, kill the snitch’ they chant, their arms stretching out before them reaching for Abbas.

  Abbas looks on horrified at what is happening before his eyes, eyes flying wide and mouth dropping open. The color drains from his face as I stand and point at him.

  "Kill him," I say in a voice that's deeper and commanding, calling forth the whispering echoes. Commanding them to do my bidding. Though never done before, the action comes naturally and feels right. “Kill him,” I repeat. The thirst for Abbas’ blood to be spilled is immense.