#EVERyTuesdayWordplay – Inevitable

#EVERyTuesdayWordplay – Inevitable

Prompt: #EVERyTuesdayWordplay


I knew encountering a wraith again was inevitable, but I thought I’d be able to at least do it alone. If it’s just me I’m protecting, I have a chance. And if I’m the one that dies, then I die, and that’s that. No one else’s life on my conscience.

The thought gives me an idea.

“Claire, hey, Claire, look at me.” There’s barely a sliver of light from the space between the lid and the dumpster, but it’s enough to see by. She’s still trembling, but manages to pull away and meet my eyes. “That wraith doesn’t know there’s two of us. We’re going to keep it that way.”

“What-”

“I’m going to make it notice me, and only me. Once it’s focused on me, you’ll be able to get away.” I shift, trying not to make too much noise, readying myself to jump out of the dumpster. “Give me five minutes to lure it away, then run for it.”

“Saxon, you can’t. It’ll kill you.”

“It’ll do worse than that if it catches us, and then you’ll have to kill me. Or I’ll have to kill you. Is that what you want?”

“But-”

“Trust me. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this.” I try to smile, but I’m sure it comes off as a grimace more than anything. “You run, understand? No turning back, no trying to help me.”

Her jaw tenses, like she wants to argue, but she doesn’t say anything else. Claire simply nods once.

Without giving myself a chance to chicken out, I shove the dumpster open and hop out, scanning the darkness for a sign of the wraith. That primal fear sits on my shoulders like a cloak, my body’s way of telling me it’s still close by. There’s only one way to guarantee it’ll target me rather than Claire.

So I take a deep breath, focus on the bench sitting under the bus stop’s light, and shove. It’s been a while since I’ve freely used my telekinesis, but it comes as easy as breathing. The bench flies into the darkness, and less than a second later the wraith’s cries accompany it out of the shadows.

You never get used to the sight of one, the reminder that it was human once. Its gaunt face and empty eyes search for me, its mouth hanging open in a silent scream as the monster hovers in midair. When it finds me, every hair on my body stands on end, and it lets out a shriek worse than the ones from before – no frustration, simply the joy of the impending hunt.

I run.

Behind me, I can feel the wraith, its supernatural speed making this barely a chase. I use every ounce of my power to keep myself going, to map the area in search of anything I can use. Now that it’s focused on me, avoiding the use of my powers is pointless.

I need every single one if I hope to live through this.


I have no idea how I’m going to get him out of this. I know how I don’t want to do it, but that doesn’t really help him.

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