Chapter thirty six
Sophia changed her pose into something more listening, her eyes on me and her hands down now.
I continued, "Weird things started happening to me. My room started being clean without me even touching it. Someone was dealing with my assignments, and even kicking Victor's arse when he laid a hand on me."
"And who was responsible," she inquired, the first person taking the stories seriously.
I glanced at Marshall who this time, sighed at me and listened to the story as well.
In that case, I went on, "That's where the whole supernatural thing came in. I met a guy, a ghost to be precise, who offered to help me with anything I desire in exchange for my body in his possession."
She nodded to that. From the things that had happened, that didn't seem difficult to believe, "So that explained the whole blue eyes thing?"
"Well," I sighed, releasing all the burden I was feeling because she had started believing me. And somehow, I felt I was doing the right thing, "Whenever he possessed me, that happened. Blue eyes, metal skin. So basically, yes."
She smiled at that realisation, finding the whole muse thing very exciting. I mean who didn't, "So... What about the one I told you about. Weird scar, dark hair?"
I waved the talk away, rolling my eyes, "Owww that's Harold. He was among the villain ghosts."
She nodded slowly, a slight frown on her face. I figured she didn't understand that.
I went on, "In my crew, there are six ghosts, muses. Each ghost owns a human, a host. In total, we were a dozen. We came together to fight these bad guys who stole something."
It all now made sense to her, "So this Harold guy came to me because of his emnity with you?"
I nodded and swallowed because I was about to tell her the most difficult part, "And that guy. Well the Edward Hanson you've been seeing for the last five days wasn't really me."
It was this point Marshall chuckled and began having fun.
Sophia raised a brow for an annoyingly long time. I mean the brow hadn't still come down, "So there's someone on this Earth who has the exact same features as you do?"
I grinned and shook my head, "Nah. I gave him the face. You see being a host comes with some magical powers."
Sophie returned the smile, "Exciting!!"
"Fun fact," I continued, "Alfred was a villain host."
She made a WOW shape with her mouth, the sound not really coming out, "So... Both my brothers are hosts to ghosts."
"Nice rhyme," I said to clear the shock on her face.
Sophia was nodding to everything, understanding it really well now, "Let me guess, the ghosts are not visible to normal humans like myself. Main reason I haven't seen any here at home."
I bent my lips to a parabola, "Well they are visible to normal humans only when they want to. Normally, only hosts can see them."
She began giving me that dirty mischievous smirk that I wasn't so comfortable with, "Well I want to see your muse."
I smiled, "Well that's so big an offer, He's here in this room with us. Just so you know."
Mehnn you should have seen the glow in my sister's eyes when I said that, "Ahhhhh!"
Marshall started laughing.
Sophie turned around the room, "What's his name?"
Well I left that question for my muse to answer himself. And he intended to. With a smile up his face, he got up from where he was seated and walked to where Sophie and I stood.
"My name's Marshall," he rasped.
Sophie faced him with her mouth agape, "Bloody hell... "
I gave them some space to get acquainted. Before Sophie even got out of the shock she had, he twirled his hands to form a rose which he gave her. She looked down at the flower in her hand, up at Marshall, then to me, and I could see tears in her eyes while she wrapped her arms around my muse.
Marshall smiled warmly and hugged back, closing his eyes, "So yeah
You were not crazy. I'm that magic story you've been told, fairy tales and all of that."
She broke the hug and studied him with a smile on. Almost immediately, she hugged him again, "I am Sophia!!"
It was 1am in the morning for crying out loud. Marshall could almost suffocate in her squeeze. But in the end, I figured he loved it. Sisters had become part of his good side now.
So that was settled.
Now it was one more task left.
***
I was finding it very difficult to concentrate with the noise coming from the scum above me. The only and only Victor Littlecock. Just so you know, it's not his real name.
I frowned and dropped my pen down, looking straight ahead at my muse seating some distance away in the same classroom, legs crossed. I mused to him, "Do you mind setting this guy's cock on fire?"
He smiled shortly, giving Victor a dirty smirk before he replied, "First things first Eddy."
Darn it he was right. I sighed and heard Victor scream once again, "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
"Your voice is a nightmare," I whispered to myself, something I didn't expect him to hear.
He slumped into a chair, giving me a look as cold as ice, "Well I'll just be a good lad and remind you of the lockers you need to clean this morning."
"Yeah," I swiveled my body around to face him, "As punishment for something I did not do. Isn't that just great." I faked a smile which lasted a millisecond.
He laughed proudly, obviously about to say something that would make my lucky arse happy, "Next time you stay away from my business. I just took some files and got you an hour labour. Next time we're talking about an expulsion."
I smirked afterwards and hit the play button on my phone. Victor widened his eyes when he heard a recording of his last sentence out loud. I got the confession, also know as, my ticket to bail.
He frowned hard and stretched a hand to snatch my phone, "Gimme that."
Before he reached me, my muse had teleported to his back and clutched him tight, pushing him back to his chair and pinning him there.
To Victor, he suddenly felt heavy for some reason, not being able to get up because some strong, invisible force he just didn't understand held him down.
"Be a good boy and sit there for a while," I rasped to him.
He struggled to force himself up, frowning in fright and confusion. He looked down at his chest and found nothing on him that could possibly be weighing him down.
I stalked away from him to the class door. Before I passed the doorpost, I tapped on the play button once more just so he could hear his confession that I was so going to tell the world. And you know how annoyingly painful it is when you are in a difficult situation and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. Ahhh! I relished that moment. Victor's confusion and fright almost turned into tears.
I danced my way out to the lobby and heard him scream in frustration.
Marshall knew the exact time to let him go. And immediately he sensed I had stepped into the Principal's office, he freed Victor who didn't wait to think of what held him down. He just glanced at the chair, then at the door, before he broke into a chase to catch up with me.
I turned around to find him at the office door some seconds later. Perfect timing, I hit the play button once more, making Mrs Stephanie, the principal shake her head with a look on her face when she saw Victor. That was when Victor gasped, knowing he was going to be executed.
***
Next thing I knew, I was chatting with some of Liza's friends at the school lobby, watching the biggest bully in school soak a clean towel in water as he shot daggers at me with his eyes. I gave him a wink, seeing him take the towel up to my locker to wipe it.
I laughed, turning my attention back to the chicks around me. Speaking of Liza's friends, where was Liza? She wasn't anywhere to be found amongst her usual company. Most likely because they'd abandoned her after what had happened. That was when I saw her.
She walked heads down, avoiding all the stares and chuckles coming from everyone else. She was not in her normal code of hot flannel dresses and high boots. She was.... Normal.
To be honest, Elizabeth looked worn out, simple, sick. Rough hair, red-faced and shaky legs that tried their best to walk her through the melee.
And that was when I realized I pitied her. She broke my heart, yes. But no human being deserved this.
I pushed through her friends and stalked to her, "Hey!"
She stopped abruptly to look at me. Wow! Seemed it was a long time someone said anything to her. And I've been there.
When she noticed I was that one person, she lowered her head again in embarrassment, "Hi."
I knew it was going to be foolish to ask but I did, "How are you?"
She snickered softly and shrugged, taking a little glance at my eyes, "What do you think?"
I examined her thin structure, obviously fuller than that before Marshall punished her. So when Fred spoke of her being sick, this is what he meant. Her body still shivered limply, pulling her bag up her shoulder.
I smiled, tucking her rough hair into place, "What I think? You look beautiful Liza."
I saw a drop of tears leave her eye just before she wrapped her arms around me, "I'm so sorry."
I returned the hug, awing everyone that passed us. Rubbing her hair, I replied, "It's fine. I'm over that now."
I held her hand, walking her to class just to give her legs more strength to carry her. She put on a smile from then and started a pleasant topic of how bad Victor was in cleaning lockers. I grinned, proud and happy with myself at the same time.
***
When Marshall told me muses were dead humans, he mentioned something about having a task they couldn't complete when they were alive. So... They could use other humans to complete that task for them. I don't think finding the idol was it.
Today, my muse and his sister came over to pick Alfred and I up. This meant this task had something to do with the both of them.
"The day we died," Amaya began, "was our mother's birthday. Marshall ran off to the mall to get her a present. Well I ran off to the same mall to get him killed. Damn I was crazy."
Her brother smiled and continued the story, "As minute as it may sound, we became muses because we could not give our mother a worthy gift. That's a task if you ask me."
Together, we formed something beautiful. A birthday card with a short note in it. Using teleportation, we arrived at Oxford.
Alfred and I stood side by side while we watched our muses go into their home together.
So that was their purpose of reincarnation.
A woman with honey coloured skin showed from inside the house, making the two ghosts gasp in nostalgia. Yeah, she was the one. They seemed to love their mom like grapes. I wish I did too.
In the living room, Amaya dropped the card on the table and looked at her for a while. She clearly didn't see them. But somehow, they seemed satisfied.
Epilogue
We were now a whole community now. Seemed the cult was filled. The fallen was part of us now. A world of muses and ghosts with a bond of no imagination.
Back at that swanky room in the middle of nowhere, we all gathered to go crazy. And you know the name that gets into your head whenever I say crazy. Clinton.
He was story telling again, "And the ass breath said no..." What a lunatic.
Marshall and Clara went on making out as always. Chris forced David to gym dumbbells to become tough and evil. Hah!
Me? I just watched them with a smile on. My second family.
Mehnn I loved these guys, especially him. I looked at my muse, the biggest role model I had ever had.
Happy ending huh? The peace was restored, everything was back to normal. Or so we thought!
***
The way things went later on made me want to share our muse drama with the world again. Things even got more spicy in the next months when we got into a hell lot of trouble. This time the villain was a bit more threatening.
To give you a run down, it all started when we found something that could actually end a muse's  existence at Norwich museum. That was our first group theft, just to save afterlife.
My family became more loving when mom decided to take the family to Huwaei for my eighteenth birthday. That was where more muses came into play. I mean what was better than the whole family being hosts. Like Sophia got a muse.
As if things couldn't get any worse, Marshall and I got kicked out of the gang. The whole school saw me possessed. It was all over the news, the entire city. My parents were the only ones who took it calmly.
It became a lot drastic when my friends were captured by this mega mind villain, the exorcist. That one person who was not a host but could see muses. That one person who could capture ghosts and control them to do his every bidding. And when he was done with them, he'd end their existence like they never were. I didn't want that for my friends.
So it was up to Marshall and I, along with some American ghosts we met on the trip. Huwaei was lit.
Check out for the next episode.
THE MUSE GANG : EXORCISM