Chapter 242. The Deathly Gift

MORGAN

The air shifts. An upward spiral of vaporization climbed the vacant air, forming a dense and rapidly rising green mist twisting and maturing. It begins to take shape into an almost corporeal form, the green mist forming into two men.

‘Kill the snitch, kill the snitch,’ they chant, their arms stretching out before them reaching for Abbas.

Abbas looks on horrified at what is happening before his eyes, eyes flying wide and mouth dropping open. The color drains from his face as I stand and point at him.

"Kill him," I say in a voice that's deeper and commanding, calling forth the whispering echoes. Commanding them to do my bidding. Though never done before, the action comes naturally and feels right. "Kill him," I repeat. The thirst for Abbas's blood to be spilled is immense.

Abbas screams, the sound piercing and girly as the two echoes glide towards him. Their hands touch him, and Abbas cowers back, throwing his arms in