All Hope Lost (20 page)

I focused on my voice, and spoke. “Sam, please stop.” Sam
stood still and looked about.

“Who’s there? Where are you?” she demanded.

“It’s me, Sam. It’s Sharon.”

Sam scowled. “Sharon’s dead you sick asshole! Show
yourself!”

I sighed, and made my image
appear before her. Sam just stared at me her eyes so wide, I thought she might
faint. I watched as she fell backwards, almost in slow motion, and she did just
that.

Kneeling beside her, I waited
for her to wake. It didn’t take long, her eyelids fluttered open to see me
beside her. I smiled.

“Sharon? Is that really you?” she mumbled.

“Hi Sam; yes it is me. How have you been?”

Sam, still gazing at me, pushed herself up into a sitting
position on the floor. “You’re dead. You can’t be here.”

“I am dead, yes Sam, but I wanted to come and visit you.
I was worried for you.”

Sam breathed in deeply. “I saw
your body, Sharon. You can’t be here. Geez I must be going insane.” Sam stood up
slowly and headed for one of her sofas. She flopped herself down in it.

“I’m sorry I frightened you Sam. I pulled the curtain
back thinking you had killed yourself or something. I was so worried for you.”

Sam looked at me. “That was
you? You’re really here?” I nodded. “But why now? You died over three months
ago Sharon! I’ve missed you, and it’s all been hell ever since! I mean look at
me! Look at my home! I can’t even be bothered to clean the house any more.
Everything just seems so futile.” Sam slumped further into the chair.

“Sam, I’m so, so sorry. When I woke up after I was
killed, I just, I was so disorientated about what happened. Then something
happened and I disappeared for a while. I can’t explain it too much but I have
limited energy. Showing my form like this is draining.”

“Well for goodness sake, Sharon! Don’t drain yourself for
me! Just, just speak to me if you can. I would like you to stay a while. Is
that ok?”

“Ok. I’m not going anywhere just yet.” I faded my form,
feeling some energy return, and continued speaking with her. “So what happened
after you found me? I was watching the paramedics and police, but I didn’t see
it all as I disappeared for a couple of months.”

Sam nodded. “Yes, it was all
so hectic. I remember it like it was yesterday. Your body haunts my dreams now
and then. I have been such a mess, I lost my job.” She sniffled, I could see
she was getting upset.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Sam.” I didn’t know what else to
say, I hadn’t prepared myself for such an overwhelming experience with my
friend.

“Your funeral was so lovely, Sharon. A shame you have no
family, but all your friends were there, and your work colleagues.”

“Ex-work colleagues you mean.”

Sam shook her head. “Goodness
you should have seen them. They were mortified about what had happened to you.
One of the ladies was going to offer you a lift, she told me. She feels your
death is her fault.”

I was shocked. “Oh no! I hope you told her otherwise!”

“Of course. She didn’t rape and kill you, those three
thugs did!”

“And I know who they are now, and I’m going to get my
revenge, Sam.” My voice was bitter.

Sam smiled grimly. “Good. Give them hell girl! And give
them some from me too! Don’t hold back!”

I laughed. “Oh I won’t. I’m
sorry Sam but I need to go now. Please, take care of yourself? I will be back
to visit you if you like?”

Sam looked around at the mess
and nodded. “You’re right Sharon. Thank you for visiting me. Hell, who would
have thought ghosts exist!” She smiled to herself. “I’ll start tidying up right
now. Scare the shit out of em Sharon!”

“Oh don’t you worry, I will, literally. They won’t know
what hit em!” I laughed. “Bye Sam, I’ll see you again soon.”

“Bye Sharon. Miss you loads!” Sam waved at the air then
started clearing away the old pizza and Chinese take-out boxes. I left her
alone to continue.

I was so happy she hadn’t
killed herself, I felt elated. Yes she was a mess, but hopefully my visit had
helped her a little. I vowed to return soon and check up on her. Next stop
though, the prison.

The prison itself was just as
I had left it. I hadn’t expected it to change. The only difference now was
there were different inmates out and about, hanging around the basketball
court, or in their cellblock social areas. The prison guards held their posts,
watching every move, cameras on the walls twisted this way and that as they
kept watch over other inmates and cells.

I now had a good image in my
mind of what my three guys looked like, and so I searched each cell and inmates
face with care. My passing through left the inmates shivering at my touch. I
could feel myself getting more and more furious at them.
They will pay for
what they did to me!
My insides fumed, I had never felt such a rage before,
and it almost frightened me, but I clung on to it, in the hope that this
feeling would give me the strength of what I was about to do. As I was passing
another cell, I stopped suddenly and peered in. I recognised that face. Large,
squinty eyes and a goatee. It was the first rapist. I gave him no warning and
using my inner strength grabbed him from behind, and slammed him into the
concrete floor.

I had no idea I had this kind of power, and I liked it; I
liked it a lot!

 “What the fuck!?” the man cried. “Ger’off me!
HELP!” I grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it against the floor.

“You fucking asshole!” I screamed at him. “You enjoy
raping and murdering women do you? Well have a taste of your own medicine!”

“AAARRRGH!” he cried out as I grabbed his wrists. A guard
had come over to the cell and was looking in.

“Get off the floor Banner. Stop messing about.” The guard
ordered.

“HELP ME! ARRRRRGH! I pulled his wrists around the back
as I sat on him and with a flick, snapped them at the joints. His scream echoed
around the halls.

“Jesus F Christ!” the guard cried, and started scrambling
for his radio. “Open cell C205, open cell C205, Medic required immediately!”

As the guard was attempting a rescue I rose up off the
prisoner and forged myself into a fiery demon. “Back off!” I snarled at the
guard. “This one is mine!”

Banner was on the floor, his
eyes watering from the pain, and widened with fear at the sight of me. The
guard was backing away and the cell door clicked open, the door sliding to one
side. Banner screamed at him. “HELP ME HELP! SOMEONE!”

I grabbed his convict trousers
and pulled them down. I knew what I was about to do was going to be extremely
painful and may possibly kill him, but I didn’t care. I used a large claw and
started to puncture his skin along his behind. I roared then, watching the
blood start to seep out. The guard was backed up so far, I thought he might
fall off over the railings. I reached up to the metal bars of the cell and
snapped one free. Now for my revenge.

“Think you can get away with sticking your dick wherever
you want, you little shit?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no” Banner cried out.

I snarled at him and with one
swift motion, plunged all two feet of the metal rod up his ass. Banners’ eyes
went so wide, one fell out from his head, and dangled from sinew and nerves.
Blood streamed down the pole and onto the floor. I held him high as I stormed
out of the cell, waving him like a banner. I thought it was fitting. I screamed
with rage at the onlookers, who were cowering or attempting to flee. Some
officers were trying to shoot me, but the bullets just dissolved into my form.

“HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! You cannot kill me! I am already
dead! This piece of shit raped and killed me, and now his little friends will
pay next! REVENGE is so definitely sweet!” With a flourish I lobbed Banner on
the pole over the side, and watching his body fall, I vanished out of sight.

The screams coming from the
inmates were deafening. The guards were trying to maintain control, but I
didn’t care. Something had come over me, and I was not going to stop now. I
owed myself that. I owed Sam that. A warning alarm started to sound, and all
the guards started ushering the inmates into their cells.

“But it will get us! It’s gonna kill us all!” an inmate
screamed. This caused the onset of panic amongst the crowd, though some did run
for their cells, others tried to clamber over one another in an attempt to free
themselves outside. The cell block was locked down tight though.

I headed for the next block,
where they hadn’t seen the commotion, but were being ordered back to their
cells. Inmates casually lined up outside their cells, and in one swift motion,
they all stepped inside on command, their doors slamming shut behind them. The
guards prepared themselves for whatever might be coming in through the door. I
grinned and started my patrol of the cell rows.

It didn’t take me long to find who I was looking for. It
was the second man who had pierced my ass with the bottle. “Found you” I spoke
through the air.

The man looked around. “What?”

I materialised before him as myself. “Shit!”

“Remember me?” I grinned.

“SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! FUCK HELP! HELP! FUCKING GHOST IN
HERE HELP!”

“Ohhhh, I don’t think so.” I waggled a finger at him, and
grabbed him by the neck. He tried to grab hold of me but his arms and hands
just kept on sliding through me. A guard had run up at this point and was
staring,

“Get out of there this instance!” he ordered me and
beckoned a guard to open the cell.

I stared at the guard then,
and smiling slowly, plunged one hand into the man’s throat as he was choking,
grabbed his tongue and pulled. A wet, ripping sound ensued, and the man
screamed, blood curdling up in his mouth and throat. I pulled his tongue out
and waved it in his face. I grinned evilly, then threw the tongue at the guard
outside and disappeared.

Either the man was going to
bleed to death or he would have to live without a tongue. How easy that would
be I had no idea. I was hoping he would die. If he didn’t I would come back and
torture him some more.

“Two down, one to go.” I spoke to the air.

I headed off again, searching
the remaining cells in the block. Scarface was not here. I continued to the
next block, and searched there, I could still hear the piercing cry of the man
I had mutilated, and I laughed quietly to myself. I could feel myself shifting
into the fiery demon again. It felt good. Oh so good but I stayed invisible for
the mean time.

The next block held more cells
that were all shut down with the inmates within already. The guards were
looking worried. They had no idea what was about to happen. Mumbled and frantic
words were being garbled over their radios. And then, I found him. Scarface was
sat on his bunk reading a paper.

I entered his cell and appeared before him.

“Gary Oldham, you are guilty of my rape and murder, and
will now be suitably punished.” I said it so casually that before he could
speak, I had grabbed him and removed his uniform, revealing his skinny body to
the world.

“What the fuck? Get off me you bitch, whatever you are!?”
he cried, flailing his arms and legs about. I was not going for the limbs this
time and hanging him upside down I grinned. “Like using this on the unwilling
do you?” I grabbed his penis. “Not anymore.”

I wished I could have seen the
look on his face when I latched my demon jaws around him and bit down hard. I
pulled, bringing his penis with me, the blood spurting out of him in a torrent.
Gary Oldham screamed as no man had screamed before. I spat him out, then
dropping him to the ground, I force fed him his penis. He started choking and
the guards had now swarmed up on his cell in shock.

“You killed the wrong woman, you shit!” I roared again
and swept out of the cell. I stood there towering over the guards who were now
backing off, one on his radio was shouting for help down it and a medic.

“Be this a lesson to all of ye who commit the most
heinous of crimes. You will be punished!” I bellowed. Cries and whimpers of the
men inside their cells were on their knees, voicing their apologies to me, to
their Gods.

I laughed loudly then, and
once again, I disappeared from view. I didn’t go far, I suddenly felt very
tired. I knew I had overdone it, but oh my, was it worth it! I laughed to
myself and shifting myself against a wall, rested my soul as the guards ran to
and fro, and paramedics rushed through with stretchers and other first aid
gear.

As I watched I felt myself
slowly regaining the energy back. I needed to rest long enough to gain enough
energy to travel back home. The outcome of my little rampage it seemed had been
a success. The three men were either dead or nearly dead and those that weren’t
were suffering a great deal. I smiled to myself.
A good day’s work, Sharon.
I hoisted myself up into a standing position, and decided that I should take a
long earned break before meeting the others at Mi5.

I reached home about 20
minutes later. Michael was sat in one of the sofas eating some egg on toast,
Steve was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey Sharon! Have you seen the news?”

“No, why?” I asked.

“Seems there’s been a few incidents at the old jail this
afternoon. Don’t suppose you know anything about that do you?” He gave me a
questioning look.

I acted innocent. “Who me? Whatever gave you that idea!?”

Michael laughed then. “Well
one, because the guards and inmates being interviewed were screaming about
ghosts and demons, and also, the men that were tortured just so happened to be
your murderers.”