《Beware of Zombies》Day two of Positive thinking: Establishing ground rules
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I sat in a lotus, floating above the parking lot. Channeling pure lightning threw my chakras, enjoying the comfortable feeling of being centered. It was blissful and allowed me to distance myself away from my main problem.
Ted dropped off a load of bags and pulled out a cig. He lit it up and took a puff while leaning against a rubble pillar that rested in the parking lot for some odd reason.
It took over two hours for the bus to get her, plenty of time for the women to wake up and stop pestering Ted.
I felt this odd connection with something in one of the cars pulling up. It wasn’t until Hannah and her mother got out that I understood why. Piece of my soul welcomed her, but it felt foreign to me. Maybe it is a piece of her soul attached to me and what she is really doing is using her soul to command certain aspects.
I haven’t seen her use her ability on material objects which meant it may be limited to souls alone.
She was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt. Looking like a cowgirl about to wrangle a bull for the lols.
“Come down, I need you to clear away this area. We are going to build a new fort here.” She commanded, waving her arms around.
I didn’t bother coming down and just waved my hand. The building shook before neatly cut square pieces of the building floated and flowed out the area. Leaving behind a tile flooring, clean cut cement, some pipes cut cleanly, and water shooting up like a geyser.
Hannah faced blanch and she turned to look away from me. I knew she had a moment of fear and that is what I intended but I heard her dark thoughts moments later.
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Tsk, bad idea. Bad, so bad.
“This is a good foundation. Construction boy and Material boy, start the building process like we discuss.” Her mother commanded, gesturing at two people who walked off the bus.
One skinny lad pushed up his glasses and began a process that shocked the shit out of me. Raw materials were materialized in the parking lot. I estimated around three to four tons of cement, wood, pipes, and wires. All in perfect amounts before the lad fell on his butt. Two buff lackeys picked him up and carried him to the bus. Where someone provided him with a cheese burger and fries.
An ability like Autumn, but I think she could summon any type of material needed for cooking. This guy seemed only capable of making specific food.
The other guy began ripping up the ground with gestures, clearing away the old foundation.
The raw materials floated up, mixed up and began laying what looked like the foundation of a castle? Whatever, it was impressive.
I wondered what his ability can do for combat.
“Chase, come down now.” Hannah demanded, hand on hip like she meant business.
If the thoughts which were playing through her head was anything to go by, she was scary. I might have ignored her and tried to see if I could block my soul from being controlled. However, I wasn’t that braved to test the waters with an already scared psycho.
I floated down but didn’t touch the ground. I was laying down the thought, the mental image, and the mindset. I was a god and merely surprised, when I got free. My wrath will be terrifying. Or so I hope I was implying such things.
“You remember my mother,” She pointed at the old witches then moved onto the other three old bats around them. “This is Natalia, Ruby, and Kara. They will be the only people besides me who can give you commands. Do you understand?”
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I tilted my head and decided I must try and see if I could block the ability from laying down further laws. I wrapped my soul in a cage of lightning, cutting off any frequency heading to it then I smirked.
“No, I won’t be commanded by these women. It’s best that you let me go and I’ll let you live now. If I have to find a way free by myself, I'll kill you very painfully.” I growled, lightning crackled around me as the women’s hair stood on end.
They took a step back looking at Hannah, who sported a fearful look herself. She coughed, collecting herself and I noticed her eyes glowing golden.
“You listen here, you will do as I command. Only these women can command you, do you understand.” Her voice sounded really loud in my head.
I touched my head and winced from the pain of something attacking me. I flew up and focused on myself.
The foreign object was attacking my soul.
Like a little vicious worm.
I attacked it with lightning, but it only shrunk it, not killing it off.
I tried cutting it away but it didn’t work.
Then I had a brighter idea, I cut away the part of my soul that is attached. Caging it only in a field of lightning.
The more it struggled to get out, the smaller it became until it sat in the space it was allotted. However, its struggle caused me immense pain that I couldn’t even see out of my blurry eyes. But I learned something. One, that her ability converted a piece of my soul. Two, I couldn’t kill it without leaving me entirely vulnerable.
Three, I wondered if I could kill her now?
I conjured a spear of lightning, arched my arm back but when I wanted to release. It disperse.
I clicked my tongue and dropped down before her. There was already nobody around her. All of them looked mighty busy while her Mother directed the women. Such cowards but playing with fire like this.
They were lucky I am a coward too.
“You are so lucky, right now.” I growled out.
She smirked. “So what? You still have to do what I say. So go with Ruby and round up all survivors.”
I clicked my tongue and turned to Ruby who was looking at me warily.
“Let’s go,” I muttered, flying up with the old bat.
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