12 Foam

"What the hell is going on here!" Chief Ambers shouted, running into a scene that wouldn't be favourable on one's conscious.

First, they've heard a shout of a woman and now... they see what could be the same woman who called for help, floating.

Doesn't look like she is under attack either, no no.

And this woman's skin is pale... too pale. Delion can almost see the moonlight going through this lady who's floating 15 feet above the ground.

To break the silence, to shutter the murmuring between the two investigators, the lady in mid air, gently moves her arms around to catch attention, her face is a hunch more visible now while before it was mostly blurred by the moonlight somehow.

Curing the inch of curiosity, the seemingly old woman deciphers. "You two... you've been poking your nose where it doesn't belong..."

The lady's tone is calm... yet we can't say that the two detectives haven't been scared to the bone, spooked deep down to the soul.

The two want to speak, but yet can't as they've synced into shock, bewildered of what they're seeing.

At this moment, a handful of theories browsed through Delion's mind, trying to recall if he ever saw something like this before and quite frankly basing it on black magic as a root.

"Prefer to stay silent? That's okay. Now listen to me, you don't know what force you're provoking. Play smart and fuck away from my business, or your fate might end up similar." Speechcraft thick, but at the same time cussing downgraded its value, furthermore this lady proves as a foe.

Finally building the courage to fight... through conversation at least, what projects as paranormal, Ambers once again shouts a question. "Who the hell are you?"

"You aren't so bright are you? Why the fuck do you care who I am? I'm going to kill you if you two keep poking your nose here, worry about that!" Imagine being able to piss off a ghost, welcome to Blenar.

Standing in the background until now, analysing the situation instead of yapping it all out, Delion utters. "Sounds to me like you are just some kind of illusionist, this sells for 10 gold in Iron city."

"Are you fucking crazy?" The ghost shouts, her old tone surprisingly powerful and piercing through the ear.

And suddenly, it quit floating over the ground and charged directly towards Delion.

That speed built up, fast enough for the naked eye to miss it in a blink. Quick, yet this thing stopped on the spot once reaching Delion, face to face.

Highly pissed towards this man, low on tone, the lady utters. "Don't test me."

Asserting dominance, the lady swipes her... we can call it palm, across the man's face.

Strange thing about it, Delion can't feel anything, as if the lady's swipe went right across his head without ever obtaining the capability to touch skin.

Gazing at the lady, trying to comprehend what she just tried to do, a few breaths went by, the... we can call it, ghost, was already in the process of flying away, but her vision still focused towards the two detectives.

A few breaths later, Delion felt a sudden strong impact on his face... on his face yet his whole body started aching.

Flying across the air, two feet above the ground and 9 feet away from where he stood, Delion could hear Amber's shout, hearing it while he was in the midst of flight, a breath later meeting the ground.

Facing the moonlight, Delion started shaking, twitching, and almost moving around like a worm, mouth foaming as well.

Between the shouts, the ghost lady found the time to warn. "How many gold coins is that worth? I'm telling you one more time, keep your nose out of my business."

Having put the puzzle together already about who this ghost lady might be, gazing at Delion once and then facing the Ghost again, Ambers hollers. "You crossed the line now Selia, I promise you. You will die twice!"

"You know my name?" The ghost utters, tad confused of how mortals could possibly know her, but having an idea of what might have happened.

"William told us! You know, the same man you've killed you crazy bastard!" Chief Ambers hollers, slapping Delion, trying to help him although not knowing how!

The old ghost lady's tone shone... but it synced towards what we can consider pain, low and almost murmuring but yet enough for Ambers to hear, and shout back. "Yes he's dead, don't act innocent you pregnant cow!"

Offensions might be getting out of hand at the moment and tad random but who would care about that in such a bizarre and yet delicate situation.

To Amber's surprise, the lady started murmuring... barely able to grant anyone else the capability to listen. Mumbling and yet disappearing, repeating. "No no, he can't be dead. No..."

...

"10 gold coins!" Delion hollers, standing up from the comfort of a blanket.

"You're finally awake!" Ambers shouted, running towards Delion and tackling the man down, both of them falling on the sleeping bag.

"Where is Selia?!" Delion shouts, trying to break out of Amber's grip... or in this case hug. Waking up now after such a night and getting restricted by a tall powerful woman after, isn't so easy on the conscious.

"She's gone, I haven't seen her in a week and there hasn't been any murders." Ambers lightly utters, trying to keep her tone soft and make the detective feel comfortable.

But yet a word stuck with Delion and he has to ask more about it or it will haunt him forever, "What do you mean a week ago?"

"Oh right, guess I got a little excited. You've been knocked out cold for a week... it was a mess man, we had to chase and catch you." Ambers revealed, yet such information struck hard to believe, Delion feels like this is just some kind of dream.

And to such distress, Delion can't help wanting to holler but yet his throat feels dry. "What the hell are you talking about? I just remember an old lady yelling at me."

Starting to panick a bit herself, Ambers started swift talking through the event. "Your mouth foamed, then Selia disappeared, but then you started coughing up blood, stood up, got naked and started running around the village."

"I hope you got some kind of illusion." Delion uttered, calming down just for a hunch and seeking water, standing up from his bed and shoving Ambers away.

Expecting such behaviour from the man, considering what he went through, Ambers assures. "It was no illusion, a lot of people saw you run around naked, nice ass by the way."

Avoiding the compliment, Delion deciphers. "Then it's personal now, Selia will pay... humiliation will just be a bonus."