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Another day, Another life

The man stood atop of the tower again, he called himself BlackMist. He stood between worlds and the mist hung in both of them. He turned towards the soul that was Jennifer, not that much had changed on her part, she still mirrored her death, she should have been brought to peace at the death of her killer, yet she stayed. And even worse than that, she stayed with him. He looked back down through the curtains of planes, down at the people below. And Jennifer waited but for what . BlackMist turned to her, “ Jennifer I have delivered you peace! Will you not go now?” he asked puzzled. He wondered why she was waiting. Why she still mirrored her corpse. It mattered not if she choose to accept her peace or not, peace had been delivered his work was done. He was waiting for the other to find him. She would be here soon, he could feel it. Yet he felt tension in the air. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach, it was hard to shake off. He turned away from Jennifer again to look down on the inhabitants of the earth. How could they go about there business unaware of what lay around them/ how could they follow divine truths that man had created himself. They ignored the facts that were life. Ignored the truths that stood right in front of them. Followed there own divine there own rules. Forsaking anything that couldn’t speak for its self. If taking things for granted had been a sin no man woman or child would be living, all would be delivered to there own redemption. Sure he had a deeper understanding of the world, yet he was just a man. He was a carpenter and sinners were his carpet. All sinners needed to be brought from the darkness of there sins into the light of there redemption.

He turned back to Jennifer “I have done all I can for you Jennifer, take your leave and follow me no more!” he said as he jumped for the roof of his tower.
He fell through the thick mist that hung on the air of the city. It would remain here until his work was done, then it would travel else where and with it so would he.
He landed gently onto the cold pavement of these two planes. The plane of the spirits and the plane of the living. Merging through his own existence. He saw her, the yellow first. Then the blue grey glow of the small drowned child. He walked towards her, and she smiled at him. It was a beautiful smile filled with all the wonder’s of the world. “I think I have been looking for you mister” she spoke with a slight gargle sound issuing from her throat, yet her voice was soft and warm. “wanderer I am here to bring you to peace” the small girl smiled. “I know what I have to do mister. Do you?” she asked.
BlackMist nodded and the girl turned and began to lead the way.

They walked for a while with out talking, it was his job after all, but she was a young child, her voice found it hard to halt. “would you like to know my name, man of the mist?”
“if you tell me so be it” he said , not looking away from the direction they walked in, the girl stopped talking and looked slightly disappointed. This man was strange. He carried a sword on his hip, and his black jacket floated in the breeze she could no longer feel.
Death was a cruel thing. She walked next to him none the less, her hands on the bottom of her rain coat. BlackMist glanced to see what the child was doing, he smiled as he watched her flick her coat side to side as if it was being carried by the wind.
After a while of walking she stopped at a house, it was a big house with a driveway full at the moment with a silver Astra.
“is this where you take me?” BlackMist asked the child. She nodded. He began walking towards the front door the girl flowing closely behind him. She feared this place, this was after all, the home of her killer, BlackMist passed through the door that existed in out world but not in the spirit world. He walked into the kitchen, there was a woman in her late 40s pealing potatoes, the child stopped in the door way and raised her arm and pointed towards the woman, her arm shook slightly from fear. In that one moment when he looked upon the child he understood what had happened, he saw it flash before his eyes.

“are you lost honey?” asked Jackie through the open window of her Vauxhall Astra,
“no, I’m looking for my mummy!” said the little girl who stood teary in the entry way splashing in bubbles. Jackie smiled “well aren’t you a sweetie!” she exclaimed “I know, would you like me to help you find your mommy with you?”. the little girl nodded and smiled widely. “I know” said Jackie “ we can drive around in my car, that way well find her faster!”

The child sat in the passenger seat with her yellow rain coat on, her legs dangling just over the seat, her red welly’s flapping up and down in glee. The car pulled down the roundabout, and headed towards the factory district.

After pulling up nest to the sea, Jackie turned to the girl “ I think we should check out side now”, Jackie got out of the car careful to close the door of the silver Astra carefully before walking round and letting the little girl out.

Jackie took her hand and walked up the beach to where the tide was as far in as it could go. “mommy!” shouted the girl. Jackie smiled at her the girl smiled back.
“maybe that’s her” suggested Jackie pointing out to a distant formation on the sea. The girl had stepped forward to shout but before she knew it her lungs had started to fill with water, The weight on top of her was so heavy, it forced her to gasp for breath.

Jackie knelt on the Childs back her teeth bared as she forced the little’s girls head further into the wet dirty sand, she felt the girl struggling beneath her, Jackie grinned slightly at her hopeless effort. Even when the girl had stopped kicked, she continued to force her head into the wet sand under the water. Her face twisted with hatred.

She then had simply got back in her car and drove home. Leaving the Childs lifeless body bobbing as the waves washed over her.

BlackMist came forward into our plane and Jackie noticed nothing. Not the mist that seemed to fill the kitchen or the smell of damp (or was it death). She heard the sound of his sword as it slid slowly from its sheath, she turned branding her cutting knife, what she met was the edge of his sword. It rested on the neck where the jugular lay deep.

BlackMist spoke one last time “I receive you for your sins and Give you redemption” it was on the last word that he slicked of her head. The sword passing easily through the tissue and bone. Her body stood momentarily splashing crimson blood red around the kitchen. Splashing on the family pictures of Jackie and her kids. It eventually fell to the floor. Black mist had already turned and walked into the other existence.