Banshee (Part 2)

I remembered Maggie and Elika. That is, Elika claimed to the court that she had a mental problem? I wanted to get into Jules' mind. I could easily recognize her face. The warmth of her house and her voice took me to an indescribable calm. The calmness made it easy for me to recognize her face. Unlike always, she wore neat and very formal clothes, but now she was very messy. I was sure she was anxious about this case.

I wanted to try my luck, so I said, "I think she killed her friend with a previous plan."

- "Aiden Adkins, Do not start again."

- "Start? What start?"

- "Do not start saying weird things."

I remembered that she did not know that I knew. I paused and said, "Isn't it better for you to get used to the fact that I'm weird?"

- "I can not accept something without knowing the reason."

Jules got up but fell back on the couch. I said to her, "Do you need something?"

- "I want to bring you coffee. That time you liked my coffee."

- "Thank you, you better sit down now."

- "Despite your appearance, you are hilarious. Let's play a game together, Aiden."

- " Game?"

- "Yes. You always know everything. Come and tell me why you think this woman is a murderer."

- "I'm afraid you will be afraid of me again and fight with me."

- "So you admit that you are a strange and scary man, Aiden Adkins."

- "The less they know, the more secure they are, Jules Marley Black."

Jules started laughing again. Along with Jules' voice came a moaning sound. The sound of moaning I heard years ago on the subway with Jules. I heard a moan before Maggie died. I had not heard the sound of moaning for a long time.

"Does anyone live here with you?" I said to Jules.

- "I live alone. From the day you told me to stay away from everyone around me to feel better."

- "Where is your bedroom?"

"It's too early for you to know this," Jules said drunk.

I guessed it must be upstairs. I did not want Jules to fall down the stairs or stay awake any longer when she wanted to go to her bedroom. For a drunk person, it's best to sleep.

Without saying anything, I hugged her and walked over to her bedroom. She struggled to get out of my arms at first, and after I told her, please calm down to get to the bedroom, she miraculously calmed down. It was a big house, but my guess about the location of her bedroom was correct. Through several doors facing me, I entered a room that had an open door. I put Jules on her bed and pulled the blanket over her, and said, "You better sleep. Please do not wake up until you are drunk, and please drive carefully and please do not do dangerous things."

"You are kind," Jules looked at me.

I have been trying not to be kind for years. Emotions are hazardous. I have been trying for years not to interfere in anyone's life. Jules took my hand in hers, saying, "When I heard your radio shows, your voice very familiar to me. I could never find a face of that sound. I wish I had never left you that day."

The moaning was cut off. My hand was motionless in Jules' hand. I was afraid to love someone, or someone loves me. I was scared of being a friend of someone. "I wish you would tell me your secrets one day," she said.

- "You'd better sleep now. I'll go after you sleep and come back to see you whenever you want."

- "I'm so scared."

-" about what?"

- "I'm baffled about this case. I'm afraid that this woman really has a mental problem and did not kill her friend intentionally. My diagnosis will very affect the judge's verdict and the future of the woman. A person's life may destroy."

- "You better sleep. I'm sure you are a perfect psychologist, and you can tell if the woman is a murderer or not, but know that she is a bad person and has evil thoughts. If you ever feel worried, talk to me. Even psychologists need to talk to someone."

Jules tried to hug me, but I would not let her. I did not want her to regret when her drunkenness over. I stayed by her side until she fell asleep. I quietly left her house.

It was getting dark, and on the way home, in a deserted street, there was a moaning sound. A cold wind blew across my face, and Hans appeared in front of me. His face disappeared from me.

I passed him without noticing him. He appeared in front of me again and said, "Have you learned new magic that you can use to hide your mind from me? Do you know that I will have whatever power you have?"

- "I will be happy if you can absorb my power this time as well. Please take it from me this time completely."

I passed him with a grin. I did not even want to talk to him. Hans was a terrible creature; But not for me, who had grown up with horror as a child and was his best friend and sworn enemy. My calmness had angered Hans.

- "Aiden baby, so you better be kind and let me take your power."

- "If you can, take it. If you can't, then I have no power."

- "You are one of the few mind readers left that survive, and now you have hidden your power from me?" Hans growled.

Hans put his hand on the tree and whisper a magical spell, and in the blink of an eye, I could feel all the veins in my body.

I tried to cut him off from the tree, but I could only shout, "You have nothing of your own. If one day the powers of the earth run out, you too will be worthless. As always, you are a worthless creature like parasites. You feed the lives of others; this parasite of yours also ruined our friendship and turned me into a savage creature who imprisoned his only friend underground and in the water, someone who could never forgive himself. I was forced to choose between my best friend and the lives of innocent people. Hans, you are the most selfish creature I have ever seen in my life."

Hans was gone, and the tree was dead. I got up. I did not know why Hans had hurried away. He enjoys torturing me constantly.

I got up from the ground with difficulty. I stared at the wisteria tree that Hans had dried. A moan came.

She could smell the death of the tree. I had to understand why Hans had put so much energy into drying the tree. Certainly not because of my torture.

A cold breeze blew. It was so scorching that I felt it might scratch my face. There was a creature standing in front of me that I had not seen for a long time. The last time I saw a legendary Banshee was next to the body of a local witch.

She was getting scarier every time. Her face was an incredible embodiment of all the pains and fears that humanity has known throughout history. Once you see her, she will always follow you, and no one knows that Banshee came to see people because they were supposed to die or that they died because Banshee came to see them.