2 Chapter 1 Part 2- My Story (2)

God made life for a reason, and even if it's a tiny little text from my master, it's enough reason why I'm alive. Life's too short, they say. But I'm here wearing my grey hoodie, pushed my feet into my shoes and opened the door, prepared, prepared to show the world...

... My story...

***

Right after I passed outside the door, I took out a piece of paper which I just torn out from my science notebook. I asked master a few questions on why he needed me urgently and told me to see him at a certain place. I wrote what he sent:

'Armin's Flower Shop at 6:00 am'

Pretty basic, to be honest. But I rode my butt into that specific location...

***

The 'Armin's Flower Shop' is located in a city resting beside the Mountain of Promises. Why is it called the Mountain Of Promises, you may ask. Well, you see...

Rumors spread around like wildfire throughout the city's newspapers, and then, with the help of the media, it even scattered around the whole entire nation and with that single rumor, the mountain became a tourist spot, especially with the 'couples'.

From what I heard, a couple went on a stroll towards the peak of that mountain and made a promise that they'll never leave each other's sides no matter what happens. Soon enough, that same couple got married and had kids.

Whats weird is that, no one knows who the lovebirds was. They either forgot who or they made that story up to gain visitors. Typically, it's just whole bias. But sometimes, you can't just deny the fact that you'll end up wishing you'd hold a hand of the girl you love and make a promise on that mountain...

I hesitated, staring at the mountain's immense beauty, I gazed from it's bottom to it's tip as I peacefully felt the strong breeze combing my hair. The reason why I was here suddenly slapped me, so I swiftly turned my head from left to right, looking for the shop.

Just a few meters on my right, an old shelter stood still. Its broken windows were fogged up with dirt in its corners, the doors were separated from its case and from outside, plastic flower pots were stringed up, each carried wilting plants. Then pieces of broken plant pots scattered in front of the building. But what caught my attention was the sogged cardboard sign drooping on top of the little roof on the entrance, it said: 'Armin's Flower Shop'

I knew this is where the old man wanted to meet me, so I slightly pushed the door as it slowly swung open, letting out a long creaking sound. It revealed a dark room. The wooden walls were crawled upon vines and shelves which were built to hold stacks of seeds were down.

"You're late"

Zhuru solemnly stated while sitting in the middle of the room. Wearing his dark robe as his hoodie covered half of his old wrinkled face, but no offense though. He's an elderly which I should respect, even if I cut ties with him or not.

"-AND WHAT'S WITH YOUR ATTIRE???!!", he continued.

Okay, I'll take back what I said. Age doesn't matter anymore, gramps...

I gently dropped my bag in the corner of the room and sighed. "I'm not an exorcist anymore and you can't judge me", I remarked. Technically speaking, I am wearing a hoodie that didn't went into the laundry basket for weeks and I haven't touched a hairbrush for years, I totally feel what he feels.

"And what's up using a thing you guys aren't supposed to use?" I replied, rudely. But there's no denying on why texting me rather than sending me a letter or like, never call me at all since I'm not his student anymore. All I got was a heavy sigh. "Some 'whore' forced me to finish this by 6'", he answered.

"So you made a Texter account by the minute just to reach me..."

I knotted both of my arms and complained...

"Come on, gramps. I better have a big part on this! I still have school at 7"

"I know and I'm sorry" the old man replied.

"Many years ago, many killings occurred in this building. They complained, then complained, then the neighborhood kept on filing complaints. But shortly after a few weeks, the police realized that the murderer was the whole neighborhood themselves" He told me.

"But why would they kill whoever lives in this building?" inquisitive, I asked. Even though that the story will just take time and just end up me being late to school, yet the old guy continued; "Why, you may ask. Well, because the screams of the recent people who died in that building was a nuisance. They said it sounded merciful, yet it was never there-"

"-The Mistletoe's' owned the building, they paid for the wood, the furniture, everything in it. They killed their youngest member by chopping her body and slowly dipped them in burning petrol after casting and blaming her for the so-called 'curse'. They eventually left the country and forgot about it..." He continued.

This story... It gave me deja vu vibes. It's either I heard it before, felt it before or possibly seeing it myself. In my dark space of thoughts, a red bow tie appears out of nowhere and I can't get it out of my head. But I let it alone with a thin shake and swiftly turned towards the old man.

"And?" I asked, pretentious.

"All we had to do is exorcise this building like we always do" He retorted.

With a little grunt, I asked him why can't he do it himself, he is a professional after all. "There's way too many of them, I'll try to widen your voice. So you'll do the talking and try tricking them into this small antique flower pot" It's a little too soon for me to notice a little flower pot staying between both of us. It had a wonderful black and white pattern of a set of flowers, representing a light meadow of prosperity and peace. But...

"What do you mean by 'widen my voice'?" I questioned.

"Let's imagine you're trying to do a propaganda over VTS' fans without a microphone-"

"They're that many?" I was astonished. Just how many people died in here? In case if you don't know, VTS is a really famous existing band of musicians with the largest amount of fan base. It currently had 3,000 and ongoing waves of people supporting them. According to what Zhuru said, there are at least 3,000 people who died here? He's probably just kidding...

"See it for yourself, idiot"

'Such arrogance' I thought. If girl's nowadays are looking for some cheeky little bad boys, please date master, it's already leaking from him...

But with my ongoing curiousness, I dropped down on my knees and bowed down my head. I compressed my palms together right under my chin and chanted a prayer. Slowly, I can feel master's spell and presence and I was aware that he joined me.

Slowly, invisible in the naked eye, figures and silhouette of white humans emerged from walls. There were young ones, there were dogs, there were even spiders crawling from the hanging vines.

Some of them had visible stabs near their necks, and for the women, it seems they were also raped before their death because of the blood located near their... you know? It's all so disgusting. There even was a pregnant lady with a leg of a baby hanging from her stomach and a headless man carrying his own... ripped face. In short, everything was fucked up. They marched towards the old flower pot like a black parade.

Technically in my prayer, I just command them to whatever they should do and come up with something on why they should do it. So if you think priceless tricks only works with people with an easy brain, then you're wrong. Human beings with great smartness, seriousness and jerkiness, they all have that other side of their coin that the world hasn't seen. It's not a bad thing to interfere, but everyone has their time of insecurities and hopelessness before they reached onto where they are now...

Now the hard part is to use their true color as bandwagon, and soon enough, they'll slowly climb up in a well of foolishness.

I'm not saying you should be careful, but it's you're choice on who to believe, to be honest. Like these lost souls. You see, they're their own persona, but they all had a grudge on someone and has experienced pain with a hint of blame. They all lost their trust because they don't know who's wrong or there's anything wrong with them. So all their doubts was just someone else's point of view.

And with that, I will not use my name, Zhuru's or God's, I'll use their's...

'Even after six years after retiring as an exorcist, he's still able to perform in such brilliance. He never ceases to amaze me...' Zhuru pondered while observing me as I did my part.

***

After transferring 'them' into the flower pot, I raised my head and deeply sighed. I obviously stared at gramps, giving him a serious look. But I admit, his serious look was even scarier. Could even be scarier if he showed half of his face. Nonetheless, all I felt were shudders as it crawled down my spine and my knees trembling...

"Y-you look like you wanted to say something..." I muttered as he replied with a sincere nod...