"You call her by na too? Who do you think you are? I don’t care if you descended from the goddess directly, I wouldn’t take this lightly from you!"
Oh, it’s because of that then. I looked at the other females. They were astonished.
But I had rembered to put the Queen title right? So, what was the big deal? No one was allowed to say Aliana together with the title? Or was it reserved for the elites of the so called communistic community?
"I didn’t call her by her na. I added the Queen title; in case you were deaf to that."
"We are not allowed to do that, at least not us." The sa Gabriella, her voice still of the sa tempo, although she sounded like I would turn on her. I would have loved to tell her I wasn’t like Chyra and the others, but this didn’t seem like a good place and ti for buttering.
"Oh, I didn’t know that. Apologies then, Chyra. You can leave with your friends."
Gena and Nina tightened their hands on their bags. Nine bent even and took Chyra’s bag which Gabriella had left on the floor, when she moved to my side. They wanted to go. But Chyra hadn’t moved.
"Chyra, let this go. We have to leave before the shopkeeper cos here, or Raul."
That was if they both weren’t choosing to watch from their phones and see how this would play out. We have been down here for close to an hour, and no one has co down here in that ti? Nah. They must be aware. They just love the drama unfolding in their once boring community.
Chyra shifted on her feet, darting her eyes between I and Gabriella, anger riling her the more, when she saw Gabriella putting the phone more forward as if to capture her expression more clearly.
"You bitch! I would deal with you in a minute." She shouted, already walking toward Gabriella who snuck to my side.
I sighed wearily, before pushing Gabriella gently behind like a mother would, and standing before her.
"You will have to get past , if you want to get to her." I stated boldly, beginning again the praying mantra to whatever power that resided in . It seed I would be needing it, especially with Chyra smiling like that, like she knew sothing I was hiding.
"You think I didn’t see the surprise on your face when you dodged my ball. You didn’t know you had it in you. And the reason why you want us gone, is because you have no way of activating it again. You are still powerless."
"You want to test the theory out?"
It wasn’t . It wasn’t that spoke this ti around. Yes, my mouth did move, and my voice did speak, but the words weren’t mine. It belonged to soone else.
Was I possessed? I thought, feeling the rging of my soul with another. It had been that individuality of my mind. I had wondered why then, why my mind seed to have a mind of its own. But all this while, it hasn’t been my mind. Not really. There was just another inside .
I found myself walking toward a Chyra who backed up a step, before speaking again. "You think you scare ."
There was no response from or my other, nor did I try to get away from the possession. I would discuss about it when I t Laura. They would know what to do about this situation. For now, I let the other to lead, to lead to Chyra, and then to poke Chyra on her head like she had done to earlier. Once, and then twice.
I knew what was coming before the energy scurried to my hands because that’s what Chyra had done to . I, or rather my other in , pushed Chyra. It seed small, the way the push went, like I would push Diana if we were playing, but then Chyra was flying past the door-shattered the door and went through I an-and sunk to the wall of the hallway for a second before slithering to the floor, her eyes and mouth open in shock.
I was still ruminating on that, when suddenly a ball appeared in my hand, smaller than the one that Chyra had used, but from the last attack, I knew that the smallness was just a decoy from the power it packed. This might kill her. Her friends thought so too, because they suddenly fell on their knees.
"Please, Dora. Please let her go. We are sorry. Please..."
I stopped, but the ball didn’t disappear, neither did my hand go down. Rather my head turned toward Gabriella. "Should I let her go?"
Gabriella was still videoing, still on live recording. At my question, she opened her mouth, and then shut it, as if not believing that I had asked for her input.
"Gabriella, we are sorry." Nina and Gena turned toward her.
I looked at Chyra then. She was barely conscious. Hee eyes kept drifting open and closing at intervals. She needed to be taken away to Laura’s clinic.
"You can let them go."
Good answer, Gabriella.
I breathed in relief, when my other left my soul and retreated back to my mind. It was done here.
"Who are you?"
There was still no answer.
***
When I and Gabriella stepped out of the storeroom, we saw the shopkeepers, three of them, including Peter’s friend, standing amazed with Raul and the other workers. They said no word as I walked past them all with Gabriella.
She had pocketed her phone imdiately she had let Chyra go.
Chyra wouldn’t know how lucky she was. I thought, aware of Raul’s stare that was burning holes in my back. I wondered what he thought of all this. From the phones in their hands, I was aware they had all watched it.
From the scurry of feet, I knew a few had rushed at Chyra to carry her to Laura’s place. I wondered though if my guardian would treat her.
She would. Laura would.
I breathed in deeply when I ca outside, a short smile on my face when I saw Levina on her bike with a helt on one hand, and her phone on the other hand. A smile besotted her lips too.
"Thank you, for today."
I turned to Gabriella. She had a big smile on her lips, and her eyes were twinkling so much now that it made all the fuss worth it.
"You’re welco." I said, before tapping her gently on her shoulder, and moving toward Levina.
It was ti to go ho.
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