After the fight, a battered, bruised and unconscious Molly was carried on a floating glass bed to her room with the female chasen guiding it.
The elevator doors opened and out the chasen guided the bed to Molly's room where they entered it and the glass bed floated above the actual bed and tilted itself to lay her gently on it.
The chasen then tapped on the screen of her arm panel and the glass bed floated out of the room as she then tapped once more on the screen and the lights on the bracelets on Molly's wrists elevated her arms off the bed and changed colour from green to white and almost immediately her hands started glowing; exactly like they did back on earth when there was a chasen around.
The bracelets were deactivated so that she could access her power to begin healing herself otherwise she was going to die and the marked soul was going to leave her body and disappear from Admiral Baylanche's grasp once again.
The chasen stood guard and wasn'
Admiral Baylanche's eminent weapon powered all the way up and began to extract her soul; sucking it out like a liquid into a syringe and with Molly just floating there screaming and crying on. She had her arms stretched out and her hair was waving about. Her soul started to leave her; white but glittery just as Vera said, like small little diamonds sparkling in the sun. It felt just like when the chasens would suck her soul out but this was different. This was more. Before she felt like even though the chasens sucked her soul out there was some of it that remained but this time that wasn't the case, she felt like all of it was being pulled out together with her internal organs. Like someone had stuck a huge straw down her throat and began sucking out all of her insides with it. Molly thought she knew pain but that was her greatest pain thus far. A pain that spread across her entire body. She felt like she was being stabbed repeatedly by massive knives all over her bo
Going back to that fateful day after the chasen lifted Molly and disappeared behind its portal with her, a moment later Rodrick woke up; gasping like he had been deprived of air for minutes which he had because he was dead. The chasen he was fighting had beaten him dead but when Molly held him in her arms and her hands started glowing she healed him and he came back to life. He still had blood all over him but the bruises, cuts and internal injuries had been healed. He sat up and quickly got into looking around for Molly but there was no sign of her. There was no sign of anything. The chasens, both dead and alive, were gone and all the portals that had been opened there were closed. The only thing out there with him was the back pack with the bomb and detonator in it a few meters away from where he was, and seeing it his heart dropped. If the bomb was still here it meant it wasn't with Molly and if it wasn't with Molly then there was no way she could set it off and blow up the chasen'
Jazz music playing and an elegantly dressed crowd mingling and swaying on the dance floor, the dinner party was on. Upper class whose who’s came out to celebrate the birthday of one of the neighborhood’s elite, Mr. Darlton; his wealth enough to buy a small country and a house that should have its own zip code. Among the invited was Molly Gray wearing a flowing red dress, a thirty-five year old medium toned black woman; a lawyer and fiancée to Richard Samson, a forty year old Surgeon and a coveted member of the doctor’s association. They had been engaged two years and were looking to tie the knot at the end of the year. Swaying on the dance floor, the two held each other close and looked into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones in the room.Nearing 10 O’clock Molly and Richard left the party and Richard drove Molly home. He pulled up in the front and parked, leaving the engine running.“Are you sure you don’t w
Molly sprung awake screaming like she was having a nightmare. She was in an office and when she stood up to look around at where she was, one of her co-workers burst in, with other looking on in the background wondering what was going on with her."Miss Anderson are you alright?" she asked as Molly just stood there breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Miss Anderson?""Where am I?" Molly asked."You're at work.""Where?""At Millings Properties," she answered."Who am I?""What?""What's my name who am I?" Molly asked."You're Miss Anderson.""Molly?""Yes Molly Anderson," she said."Oh my gosh." She held her head like she was about to pass out. "Oh my gosh . . . I died again.""What?""I died again . . . The thing that got me before . . . It got me again," Molly said."I'm sorry Miss Anderson but I have no idea what you're talking about.""I have to go. Can I bo
The end of the day came and Det. Brighton showed up at his apartment. Molly let him in and he made sure to lock the door behind him."Are you o.k.?" he asked."Yeah I'm fine," she responded."I brought us some takeout.""I'm still not hungry.""You have to eat something," Det. Brighton said."I don't have any appetite.""Did you at least eat something before?""Just a few cups of coffee," Molly answered."You haven't had anything to eat all day?""No.""You need to eat something," he said."I'm not hungry. There is far much more on my mind to think about than food.""You still need to eat something. Come on sit, I'll serve you a plate.""Detective.""Not much just a little something for you to nibble on.""O.k.," she said and they sat down on the long couch as Det. Brighton took his coat off and threw it to the single couch and got into dishing out the Chinese food he had
Molly walked into the apartment building, still with the blank look on her face, taken aback by what that woman who came out of nowhere told her. Her life being in grave danger and that the thing that was after her would always catch her, why would she say such things to her? How would she even? The words she said were hugely related to what she was going through but how would she know that? Because her life was in grave danger and something was after her, it was the strange thing she had been going through for the past few days but how could she possibly know about it? Unprovocked the woman just walked up to her and said those things to her and she was genuinely shaken over the words that were coming out of her mouth, why? What did she know about what Molly was going through that she didn't."Good morning Miss Anderson," the man behind the desk greeted. His name was Billy and he was around his mid-thirties."Huh?" Molly said and turned to him; coming back down from th
Molly went to check the door in the back alley to see if maybe there was someone there but there wasn't. All there was were two large overflowing bins with a stray cat rummaging through one of them. She walked to the back door and tried to open it but it was locked too. "Ugh come on," Molly shouted. She was just about to make her way back to the front when just then a portal opened out of nowhere behind her. It opened as quiet as the air and so she didn't hear it but she did sense it; the same feeling that came over her before when it showed up coming over her again, cold like ice down her back. Molly froze as all the hairs on her skin stood up, there was only one time she felt that way and that was when the thing was near her and about to suck her life out of her so she knew immediately that she was in trouble. She looked back and out of the dark portal walked out the Chasen. It was the first time she was seeing it face to face and she wished
At the same time, Det. Brighton was at his apartment sitting down on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, his head low and with his leg shaking, with the TV on and tuned in on the news but with his mind still caught up on what happened earlier in the day with Molly. He had promised to take care of her and now she was gone.Just then a knock came to the door and he sat up, sharply turning his head towards it."Molly?" he whispered to himself as his face lit up and then put his beer on the table to go and answer the door.He swung it open quick eager to see Molly but seeing who was there the light in his face immediately dimmed down, not all the way but a good bit. It wasn't Molly. It was someone else and whoever it was made Det. Brighton's heart skip a little bit."Sharon?" he said."Hello Eric," she said and they just stood there looking at each other for a moment. She was a forty year old brunette with a boyish cut."What are you do