"If you kill him--!" I shouted to get Edwin's attention and he even stopped walking towards Elijah with the petrol. He raised a brow for me to continue. He knew I was threatening him and that I might not have been serious too. But I knew I was.

"What? You'll die for him now?" Edwin gasped dramatically, when I didn't continue. I bit my lips tightly and took one deep breath," Yes. I will."

"Why, Gwen?" He was looking at the ground. Had I finally hit the spot? Had I finally made him vulnerable?

"If it's because you like this prick," He looked at me," Then he has to die." I gulped. Say something. Anything! Distract him. How do I distract him? He's stepping forward. He's going to kill Eli-- My desperate thoughts were disrupted when I felt that chilly sensation again. It was a lot warmer than before and yet, I was getting goosebumps. Every hair on my neck stood up at once.

Something was definitely going on which neither of us was aware of.

All of a sudden, a wind started blowing in there, in the godown.

I could see tatters of waste clothes lying around move. Little pipes rolled back and forth, empty cans and other metal containers jingled. Edwin too found it weird when we could almost hear the gushing wind. He paused and started looking around like me.

The flames nearly extinguished and Elijah was still...motionless. There was a pool of blood around his head which was making me very anxious. Several questions were going on in my head. But the most prominent one was...was he even alive?

"What the fuck." Edwin's voice disseminated once again, cancelling my thoughts and I looked up at him, no... further ahead of him, where stood Elijah who was, seconds ago, lying on the floor.

There was something weird in Elijah's expression and the way he stood, upright, as if he had not been laying unconscious and had not been beaten up so badly minutes ago.

"Elijah..." I said to myself.

Without wasting any time, Edwin attempted to splash the petrol over Elijah but his arms stopped in mid-air.

"Ed."

That mere word made Edwin stop dead. The Can dropped from his hands.

"What did you say?" Edwin asked, bewildered. Something about that nickname made him lose his temper.

"Stop now." Elijah said again in a monotonous tone.

"You fuckface! You think I'd fall for it?" Edwin tried to choke Elijah but when he was barely an inch away from touching him, his hands froze in place.

What?

Elijah was silently staring at Edwin trying to make his hands move which seemed to be stuck in the air.

"What's going on?!" Edwin yelled in irritation.

I got to my feet, barely believing what my mind was telling me. I wanted to call myself crazy for thinking that. But when I recalled the chilly feeling, the wind and Elijah suddenly getting up, speaking in a robotic tone, I pieced it all together and there was only one possibility.

Ethan was here.

I started balling my eyes out right then and there.

Edwin was unable to move. Elijah...no...Ethan's warm gaze was fixated on me. Just the way he looked at me filled my heart with so much love than I thought I would die from it. How much I liked him for me to feel so much pain in my chest when he simply looked at me.

"Don't cry Gwen." Ethan smiled at me. It wasn't Elijah's voice but his own. That broke my heart. I covered my mouth with my palms and cried loudly," Ethan..." I wanted to hug him for dear life.

"What in the fucking world?" Edwin retreated once Ethan allowed him to move. He walked to me quickly," Did you just-- Are you crazy? That's fucking Elijah Berryman!" Edwin held me by the shoulders and shook me while I kept crying.

"Answer me!" Edwin shouted.

"No! He's not Elijah!" I shouted equally loudly," He's your brother...Ethan."

"You're all nuts. Anyone would know my nickname is Ed, not just Ethan! Elijah you better stop preten--" Edwin again walked over to Ethan, who then spoke," Why did father kill me?"

Edwin fell on the ground. He was astonished and terrorised. His dead brother was standing in front of him in Elijah's body and he had asked...why their father killed him.

"He-- You-- You're-- You've got to be...No! This isn't happening! How's this even possible?" Edwin grabbed his hair and slapped himself twice to make sure he wasn't seeing and hearing wrong. But he could not explain what made his hands stop in air. He just couldn't.

I had a hard time believing too, that I was being haunted. I never believed in ghosts. But when I saw Ethan that night, I was sure he was there.

For Edwin, I couldn't tell how he was feeling. He didn't want to believe but he couldn't deny it either.

"Tell me why." Ethan demanded.

"Gwen, is this-- is this real?" Edwin asked me. He was shaking.

"Answer him!" I yelled.

"I-- I don't know." Edwin looked down.

"You never lied to me." Ethan said," So why now?"

Edwin immediately shot up," I don't believe this!"

"He is Ethan! He's always been here since the day he was killed! Elijah and I tried to help him and you're the only one who can help your brother now!" I said.

"You're telling me there's Ethan's ghost in that body and I'll belie--"

"TELL ME WHY!" Ethan roared. The flames rose up to the ceiling which made us jump back. The racks with metal cans started shaking, few of them falling off and their contents started leaking. It was like a turbulence.

"Don't make him mad." I muttered in anger. He had to belive it now! A normal human could not make such things happen in the surroundings.

"Why did he kill me?" Ethan's voice was very loud. It was like the coming of a storm. He could destroy that whole place if he got agitated.

One thing was for sure that he had returned for answers. He never went to heaven because Edwin wasn't the killer. Ethan still had to know why he was killed.

I had to do something to make that moron speak and not anger Ethan any further. It could be dangerous, moreover, life threatening to agitate a spirit. I got to my feet to walk towards Edwin and kneeled down," He's your brother. You have to help him!"

"That night when you said you saw Ethan...he really was there?" Edwin wasn't breaking the eye contact with Ethan while asking me.

"Yes. But do you hear me? Fucking tell him whatever you know." I muttered.

"He-- Will he kill dad?" There was pain in Edwin's voice. No way did he support what his dad did.

"Don't you think Ethan was wronged?!" I pushed Edwin hard. He took the support of his arm to prevent himself from falling on the side.

"Ed. Please."

"He won't be able to rest unless you don't tell him." I begged.

"Fine." Edwin recollected his breath," He killed you. He did. And he did that because he didn't like you." Edwin said bitterly, pointing his finger at Ethan who was standing in the centre of fire encircling him.

"And WHY?!" Ethan shouted again.

"Because he wanted a son who'd be his puppet and live like his dog! But you? You couldn't even leave that fucking social media. You were the eldest son...but you never acted your part." Edwin went silent. Ethan was already silently listening. And I...I couldn't believe the reason was that simple. Because Ethan wanted to live his life his way.

Was it a crime? Just because Ethan didn't listen to his dad, did he deserve to be killed?

"I tried...so hard to save you. I tried to make you leave social media so that you wouldn't upset dad. But look what happened. You just wouldn't listen to anyone." I wasn't even seeing wrong. Edwin was crying.

"I thought he liked me." Ethan spoke softly. There was still, so much betrayal filled in his voice.

"No you dumbass!" Edwin shouted but not in anger. It was sadness," You were a useless son for him. He thought I'd be a better puppet. He... discarded you, Ethan."

A/N

We're soon coming to an end of this story. If I've calculated it right, I'll be finishing with the 100th chapter. However, I might make an extra chapter...about the night Ethan was murdered. That depends whether a minority of you wants to know what had happened on the night Ethan died. Drop a 'Yes' if you would like an extra chapter on that.