Ghost Ship: Che Cosa Avete - Ch. 2 - Errori Del Lorelei
Who: Jack Ferriman - "Ghost Ship"
What: Jack's life told through his eyes before the events of the Antonia Graza.
La Cultura Dagli Errori Del Lorelei
It wasn't like I suddenly appeared to this place after my death. It felt as though I'd woken up from a long dream. I would have gasped for air if I had any in my lungs and I just let out my emotions to this blank world. When my vision cleared, I was lying on the dark floor, soaking wet and still covered in my own blood. I knew I hadn't lived, how else would you explain the situation I am in now? I had no feeling in my body and all my senses were completely gone.
Everything around me was dim; a gloomy mist filled the Grey room. I had no clue where the hell I was, but then it came to me. Purgatory. That had to be it. I saw my own special hell. Getting up, I noticed the hook was still intact with me, but I hadn't breathed since I plunged into the sea. Hearing the words of something dark and sinister come my way, I look up into what little light there was. The harsh voice offered me a great opportunity not to be forgotten and I had no clue what it wanted with me. Everything was laid out on a silver platter just then.
'Management,' as I like to call it, offered me a job. A job of chaos, destruction, and murder. I was skeptical but found out I'd never get caught for killing thousands of people and would never die. It'd be fun and I greatly agreed to it. Come on, if you had the chance to destroy lives with one touch of a finger, never getting caught, you'd greatly agree to do it. Everyone has evil in them, and this thing brings out the true purpose for people like me.
I was told it's true intent then, the reason why I was picked. This demon wanted to be more powerful than God and Satan combined and it needed the help of a sinner, someone like me. 'Management' was trapped in it's own prison, unable to leave the seal in which it was condemned in, but with a fresh death, it'd transfer the power to me. I had been watched upon since death and chosen to get the job done. It was an honor.
'Management' got to me before hell could and I was saved from an eternity of torment and torture. My job was to collect 1,000 souls, sinner's souls, and keep them contained until they were brought over into the realm of the dead. It'd be no problem, because most people in this world are sinners, everyone's fucked.
Once I filled my quota, the now, corrupted souls would be ferried off into 'Management's' world, the ectoplasm of the ghosts would then transfer into it and become greater and more powerful than anything ever seen or heard of. That means, my boss would be free to reign its destruction upon the Earth, the end of the world has come.
But what was my deal after my job was successful? I wasn't told exactly the complete plan, but it promised something good, something I'd remember forever. Whatever happened to Earth was of no concern to me though, I was too fixated on getting my revenge to care what 'Management' had in store. I bet after all this time, you thought 'Management' was the Devil? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is no. You see, the Devil is the greatest evil in this world. Him asking for a little thing like me for help, is asking for a death wish. It's not possible.
He could easily get the job done by himself, not wanting help from anyone, he's got his live followers for a collection. But you see, life is the ultimate suffering and death is the easy way out, as he feels humanity is worse than being dead. You're lucky if you haven't sinned in your life, because you'd end up in a better place. But for people like me, be glad 'Management' got to you first. Finishing the instructions I was given, my boss told me I'd wake up a different person. Not also physically, but mentally as well.
Growing bored of its intentions, I started drifting off into my own little world, thinking of how I would murder tons of victims. Hearing the strangest sound erupt in my ears, I almost keeled over in pain, that bastard was starting the process, and I wasn't even ready. Growing dizzy and hurtful, I put my bloodied hands on my head, not wanting to feel my resurrection. Body starting to tingle I began shaking, nauseated by the sensation of my re-birth. Everything blacked out then.
Jolting up, I screamed in shock, now knowing what I'd become, the power I had been given. Information built up inside of me as though I was born with it. No question of what or how, I was ready for the first day on the job. I could feel again. I breathed, blinked, and talked like any other normal being, but I wasn't normal anymore. I was dead on the inside, but alive on the outside. It's the strangest feeling you'll ever sense in your very existence.
I still felt sick, a headache cascading through my brain. I smelt blood and tasted sins. All around me, death had implanted itself into my very body. Figures flew into my sight, a black and white movie showing into my eyes. I could see the lives of those who had done wrong, felt the fear they made while making these sins, some loving it, most hating what they did. It excited me.
I look at my body first, seeing no blood and no anchor wedged into my flesh. It felt good to look normal, even after what I'd been through. My hopes went down when I raised my shirt, a small scar had been placed where my wound once was. A scar in the shape of a backwards anchor. I was 'marked.' One of my boss' employees, forever. Ignoring the truth, I scanned the surrounding, realizing I was in storage once again. The same storage room onboard the "Lorelei," the boat where I died.
It brought back memories of my death and it felt as though I was re-living the very moment, pain included. I shook my head, now sensing the gold around me. The same gold I stole from those bastards. As if a navigation system was placed into me, I find my bag and pick it up, it weighs nearly nothing. Ghosts are extremely strong in their senses, both physical and mental, as 'Management' said. Anger flushed through my veins and I felt the presence of the three men who were responsible for my death, for the murder.
Death and the blood of their victims flew throughout the bodies of the men. The scent of my own destruction was felt amongst the several innocents. They'd sinned before, there was no question of maybe, they were damned. I pictured clearly where they were hiding and then it came to me. I felt my body materialize into nothing but air, I felt light as a feather as my skin grows numb. Keeping my eyes open, I see the storage room become like that of a dream, slowly vanishing into nothing but white.
Darkness then appeared with my vision and slowly I could make out the blur of three figures standing around a blinding yellow light. The gold. They brought every single piece of it onboard. They were planning an escape of their own, wanting to get away and start a new. But I wouldn't have it, not for what they did to me, revenge was on the brink of my mind. Not letting myself be seen, I appear fully intact as though I were still solid, expect with exceptions. No one alive could see me. Scurrying over the gold like locusts, they angrily cussed. "We have to tear up the fucking boat in order to find that gold!"
"That idiot could have hidden it anywhere for all I know, maybe even threw it into the ocean."
"He needed the money, even said so himself."
"Okay and that gets us nowhere."
"We'll find it, even if everyone on this boat has to die because of him."
Remembering I had my bag, I threw it into the middle of them, causing the men to jump back in shock. "What the hell was that?" The brother yells, turning to my direction. His eyes grow wide, seeing me in full effect. I let myself be seen. "Shit!"
"We killed you?"
"The devil sent him back!"
I let out a twisted grin upon my mouth, if only they knew. I did come back, but with a purpose. A reason to reclaim the fate I was given, my revenge. The youngest comes at me, gun loosely in his hand. With one twitch of my eye, it easily comes to me. One of my better powers, the negative force of moving objects without touching, a special attributes that few ghosts had. He recoils back, a piece of the gun clipping his palm. The two just gawk and don't do anything.
Now does the gruff voiced one come in and defend his clan, a gun in his hand as well. The only way to defend themselves, those weaklings. Pulling his trigger, I do the same, both sending the bullet for one another and getting a direct hit. Me in my chest and him in his neck. Leaping back, I feel blood seeping down my shirt and a great amount of pain. It's not deep, not fatal. I'd never be killed again. On the other hand, Mr. show off here is dying.
He clutches at his throat, trying to keep the blood in, but does no good as it clearly leeks through the crevasses of his hand. Unable to breathe, the blood oozes slowly from his mouth, gasping for air. Struggling, he reaches for me, begging for life. It's ironic when you see your murderer asking to live, pleading to not die. He falls face first as I take a step back, keeping my face on his body, watching him slowly die. holding up the gun, I taunt to two survivors, but no one moves. I've scared him, made them afraid of me. I laugh.
What a wonderful feeling having this much power and control. I am invincible, a god. If you call this gift godly. Walking towards them, I drop the gun. I'd find better ways to kill these men. The young one gets up, still holding onto his hand and becomes defensive. "What are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough," I let him know, as he watches my chest wound heal.
I glance down and feel the pleasure of my skin coming back together. It feels sensational as the pain goes away, the blood dissolving and the bullet dropping out of my body onto the floor. I won't call healing painful, it's more than that. The one spot of my whole body tingles in a degree of satisfaction. The hole in my body and my shirt were fixed, there was no sign of an injury anywhere. Frightened, the boy grabs for anything to defend himself with, but comes up short and gives up.
The big brother comes charging at me with his knife, I can feel him and hear his motivations. Quickly enough, I grab his arm and recoil it back to where the blade touches his own chest. This causes him to stop dead in his tracks and cry out in pain just as the dagger pierces deeply into his soft heart. He was a strong guy but nothing compared to what I can do to him. As his artery was penetrated, he coughs out blood, his eyes dilating and dies.
Releasing his hand he falls to his side, blood now soaking the carpet. I turn my gaze to the youngest, who now has a pistol in his hand. I literally role my eyes and give him a smile. I lunge out, all the force in my body coming towards him, but a sound echoes into the back of my brain and the pain I feel erupting into my head is enough to cause one to stop attacking. He'd shot me dead on in my head and I plummet to the floor, my body hitting hard on the floor. I grow unconscious, not seeing a thing after the red carpet.
My first intent is that I'd been screwed over. That 'Management' lied to me. That bitch fooled me, but no it didn't. as I healed, flashes of my life projected throughout my dreams. I re-lived the most painful parts of my childhood into adulthood that I'd had. But I soon came to, vision now flushing into my eyes. A womanly figure leans over me, concern on her face.
"He's alive!" She turns and quickly yells to another. I sit up quickly blinking. The woman holds me steady. The youngest member was gone, but his two friend's were still on the floor, they're bodies exactly how I left them. "I don't understand."
"What don't you?" I speak, saying lines as if in a play.
"You were bleeding from the head and now you seem perfectly fine. Am I seeing things?" The poor redhead is confused.
"What happened here?" I say, ignoring her examination.
"These people came onboard claiming that they were from the Mafia and that someone had they're gold. They then began killing those who wouldn't answer the questions. Even innocents who were nearby, were murdered. But why would they kill their own people?"
"He killed them, and while trying to get the last, he failed," the other figure steps into play, pointing a finger at me.
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
"That's a stupid and foolish thing to do. But why murder? Your just as bad as them now." "I'm worse."
"What?" She grew worried, even stood up.
"What can I say, it's a job."
"I don't know what you mean," she speaks, stepping back a little.
I moved my eyes, the chandelier just above the older male comes crashing down upon him. He doesn't make a sound as the shards of glass spill all throughout the room once it's hit hard with solid ground. My accuser had been crushed and the room had now filled with shards, it was nearly impossible to miss a piece. The redhead screams at the sight of her dead friend.
"Why? What do you want?"
"Your soul."
She's backed into a wall, her feet crunching on the glass every step she took. I appear to her just as her eyes turn in my direction. Grabbing onto her neck, she gasps, eyes widening and fear upon her face. I lean closer now, my lips slowly touching hers until the wetness of both mouths meet one another. Passionately, I begin to kiss her, my tongue slowly making it's way into her mouth. Guiding my way, I feel her tongue and we touch. She goes along with it, not struggling, but tears stroll down her face,
My right hand begins to caress her slender body, making its way from her thigh to the very tips of her breasts. Releasing my mouth, I squeeze tighter on her neck, my other hand massaging her chest. I'm enjoying this, but the girl here does not, she'd enjoy this more if I wasn't murdering her. Twisting my hand, her neck does the same, the bones cracking, a sick sound of them breaking into tons of pieces.
The expression on her face remains the same as when she realized the truth. I let her go, and her body stays frozen against the wall, her position non-moving. It was as though she were frozen in time. Everything seemed normal to her, expect for the purple color exposed on her neck and the redness of the broken bones.
Many passengers were dead, as I could feel their deaths throughout the entire boat. Few were alive and I planned to rid them all. Most bodies were thrown overboard by the Mafia group and there weren't hundreds of humans onboard, but enough for many souls to be lost. Growing completely raged, I began massacring anyone I could sense, everyone on the boat would be dead if they weren't already.
Not caring about anyone of the leftovers, I murdered with revenge on my mind. I gleefully went on about my job as though it were a gift from heaven. When I heard the deadly whisper fill my head is when I knew I had done something wrong. Through all the chaos, and massive body counts, I forgot to mark the souls of the passengers. The Earth shattering voice entered the very center of my soul and that's when I knew I'd done something wrong.
Maybe it was for a good lesson though, I assured myself, feeling more idiotic. Luckily, I had been correct, but was warned that this was my only practice and next time around I'd better use the skills given to me. I wouldn't disappoint my boss and I know it was eager to be free from its hell. After the lecture, I collapse on the floor, my brain thumping with a terrible pain. Every Goddamn time I have a conversation with 'management' I always end up in pain, I think it enjoys sending fear to those under the power.
As a punishment, I was forced to stay onboard the "Lorelei" accompanied by no one except the deathly silence of the boat swarming with death. No one was around to talk to and I'd be bored out of my mind, I was definitely being played a fool. Countless hours passed by in the quiet and I spent my time ridding the bodies because there was nothing else to do on this death ship but wait for the next boat to come by. Whenever that would be, now I know how my boss feels at times.
Cursing at myself about not collecting my interest, I headed into the steering room and glaze out into the daylight. There was no point in driving the ship myself, for I had no idea to steer such a thing and I highly doubt I'd do any good on my own. It had officially been about a week of madness, before any live soul came onboard the Lorelei and I counted the days on my fingers wishing and waiting for someone to come. Imagining about my experience, I wondered what would happen if I screwed up again.
Drifting into another realm, or the place I like to call sleep, though I never need it, I found myself slowly waking up to the sound of footsteps approaching my way. "It's the only body we've found on this ship," the deep accented voice spoke.
I could swear he'd been speaking Italian, but I didn't know a single word in that language. "Fuck me!" he continues, "this ones actually alive!"
"What?" Another one spoke and both feet pounded towards me.
I saw them approaching, one holding what I believe was a camera in his hand. My theory was correct as a blinding white light surrounded my vision and I blinked in confusion. Once things were cleared I saw men staring down at me. "Please don't do that again," I complained and he nodded his head.
"You speak Italian?"
Ah, so I was right. I'd somehow been able to understand different languages. "A little," I lied.
"Tell us what happened here and how you're the only one alive."
"I don't remember," more lies.
The oldest sighed and figured I'd had a rough night, "Get him to the Antonia Graza. We'll help him there."
The cabin boys nod and help me to my feet. "Gold." I sputtered.
"What?" the youngest asks.
"They found something.I remember.It being gold. I don't know anymore."
He looks at me, not sure if to believe the blabbering idiot, and then to the leader. "Check the whole boat, see if there's anything valuable onboard."
I give a small smile. They'd find the gold. I could easy hand it out on a silver platter. I'd left it in the room in which it was contained. Ah, the joys of being that in the afterlife. How easy it is to confuse the living, how greedy for riches they are. Their guilt plays a big part in the gold, well that and I couldn't have done it without the help of the big boss.
Putting my right arm over his shoulder, a buff man begins helping me to the outside bow. I'd surely be able to walk on my own, but I didn't want to cause any speculation to this already strange situation. Being led to the upper deck I hear cheers from the crew, I knew they found it and soon their souls would be mine for the collecting. I laugh and Mr. Buff looks at me.
"It's nothing, just glad to be off of this ship."
We carefully step across the gap of water and onto the solid mass of the new surface. I could feel a new aurora of people and it satisfied my very needs. There had to be over 500 passengers, each and everyone containing a sin in their pasts. This would be a great victory for me and even satisfy the higher power.
"The Antonia Graza. A beauty, ain't she?"
"Indeed," I speculate and see dozens of figures looking at me, but one in particular standing out.
A tall, dark-haired Italian woman watches me, fascination in her dark brown eyes and a cigarette in her mouth. She sees me stare back and replies with an unsatisfied smirk, she seems unhappy to what has come to the bow of the cruise ship. She'd become a good accomplish. Disappearing inside, the woman leaves and we soon follow. Where I was heading, the only hospital onboard.
What: Jack's life told through his eyes before the events of the Antonia Graza.
La Cultura Dagli Errori Del Lorelei
It wasn't like I suddenly appeared to this place after my death. It felt as though I'd woken up from a long dream. I would have gasped for air if I had any in my lungs and I just let out my emotions to this blank world. When my vision cleared, I was lying on the dark floor, soaking wet and still covered in my own blood. I knew I hadn't lived, how else would you explain the situation I am in now? I had no feeling in my body and all my senses were completely gone.
Everything around me was dim; a gloomy mist filled the Grey room. I had no clue where the hell I was, but then it came to me. Purgatory. That had to be it. I saw my own special hell. Getting up, I noticed the hook was still intact with me, but I hadn't breathed since I plunged into the sea. Hearing the words of something dark and sinister come my way, I look up into what little light there was. The harsh voice offered me a great opportunity not to be forgotten and I had no clue what it wanted with me. Everything was laid out on a silver platter just then.
'Management,' as I like to call it, offered me a job. A job of chaos, destruction, and murder. I was skeptical but found out I'd never get caught for killing thousands of people and would never die. It'd be fun and I greatly agreed to it. Come on, if you had the chance to destroy lives with one touch of a finger, never getting caught, you'd greatly agree to do it. Everyone has evil in them, and this thing brings out the true purpose for people like me.
I was told it's true intent then, the reason why I was picked. This demon wanted to be more powerful than God and Satan combined and it needed the help of a sinner, someone like me. 'Management' was trapped in it's own prison, unable to leave the seal in which it was condemned in, but with a fresh death, it'd transfer the power to me. I had been watched upon since death and chosen to get the job done. It was an honor.
'Management' got to me before hell could and I was saved from an eternity of torment and torture. My job was to collect 1,000 souls, sinner's souls, and keep them contained until they were brought over into the realm of the dead. It'd be no problem, because most people in this world are sinners, everyone's fucked.
Once I filled my quota, the now, corrupted souls would be ferried off into 'Management's' world, the ectoplasm of the ghosts would then transfer into it and become greater and more powerful than anything ever seen or heard of. That means, my boss would be free to reign its destruction upon the Earth, the end of the world has come.
But what was my deal after my job was successful? I wasn't told exactly the complete plan, but it promised something good, something I'd remember forever. Whatever happened to Earth was of no concern to me though, I was too fixated on getting my revenge to care what 'Management' had in store. I bet after all this time, you thought 'Management' was the Devil? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is no. You see, the Devil is the greatest evil in this world. Him asking for a little thing like me for help, is asking for a death wish. It's not possible.
He could easily get the job done by himself, not wanting help from anyone, he's got his live followers for a collection. But you see, life is the ultimate suffering and death is the easy way out, as he feels humanity is worse than being dead. You're lucky if you haven't sinned in your life, because you'd end up in a better place. But for people like me, be glad 'Management' got to you first. Finishing the instructions I was given, my boss told me I'd wake up a different person. Not also physically, but mentally as well.
Growing bored of its intentions, I started drifting off into my own little world, thinking of how I would murder tons of victims. Hearing the strangest sound erupt in my ears, I almost keeled over in pain, that bastard was starting the process, and I wasn't even ready. Growing dizzy and hurtful, I put my bloodied hands on my head, not wanting to feel my resurrection. Body starting to tingle I began shaking, nauseated by the sensation of my re-birth. Everything blacked out then.
Jolting up, I screamed in shock, now knowing what I'd become, the power I had been given. Information built up inside of me as though I was born with it. No question of what or how, I was ready for the first day on the job. I could feel again. I breathed, blinked, and talked like any other normal being, but I wasn't normal anymore. I was dead on the inside, but alive on the outside. It's the strangest feeling you'll ever sense in your very existence.
I still felt sick, a headache cascading through my brain. I smelt blood and tasted sins. All around me, death had implanted itself into my very body. Figures flew into my sight, a black and white movie showing into my eyes. I could see the lives of those who had done wrong, felt the fear they made while making these sins, some loving it, most hating what they did. It excited me.
I look at my body first, seeing no blood and no anchor wedged into my flesh. It felt good to look normal, even after what I'd been through. My hopes went down when I raised my shirt, a small scar had been placed where my wound once was. A scar in the shape of a backwards anchor. I was 'marked.' One of my boss' employees, forever. Ignoring the truth, I scanned the surrounding, realizing I was in storage once again. The same storage room onboard the "Lorelei," the boat where I died.
It brought back memories of my death and it felt as though I was re-living the very moment, pain included. I shook my head, now sensing the gold around me. The same gold I stole from those bastards. As if a navigation system was placed into me, I find my bag and pick it up, it weighs nearly nothing. Ghosts are extremely strong in their senses, both physical and mental, as 'Management' said. Anger flushed through my veins and I felt the presence of the three men who were responsible for my death, for the murder.
Death and the blood of their victims flew throughout the bodies of the men. The scent of my own destruction was felt amongst the several innocents. They'd sinned before, there was no question of maybe, they were damned. I pictured clearly where they were hiding and then it came to me. I felt my body materialize into nothing but air, I felt light as a feather as my skin grows numb. Keeping my eyes open, I see the storage room become like that of a dream, slowly vanishing into nothing but white.
Darkness then appeared with my vision and slowly I could make out the blur of three figures standing around a blinding yellow light. The gold. They brought every single piece of it onboard. They were planning an escape of their own, wanting to get away and start a new. But I wouldn't have it, not for what they did to me, revenge was on the brink of my mind. Not letting myself be seen, I appear fully intact as though I were still solid, expect with exceptions. No one alive could see me. Scurrying over the gold like locusts, they angrily cussed. "We have to tear up the fucking boat in order to find that gold!"
"That idiot could have hidden it anywhere for all I know, maybe even threw it into the ocean."
"He needed the money, even said so himself."
"Okay and that gets us nowhere."
"We'll find it, even if everyone on this boat has to die because of him."
Remembering I had my bag, I threw it into the middle of them, causing the men to jump back in shock. "What the hell was that?" The brother yells, turning to my direction. His eyes grow wide, seeing me in full effect. I let myself be seen. "Shit!"
"We killed you?"
"The devil sent him back!"
I let out a twisted grin upon my mouth, if only they knew. I did come back, but with a purpose. A reason to reclaim the fate I was given, my revenge. The youngest comes at me, gun loosely in his hand. With one twitch of my eye, it easily comes to me. One of my better powers, the negative force of moving objects without touching, a special attributes that few ghosts had. He recoils back, a piece of the gun clipping his palm. The two just gawk and don't do anything.
Now does the gruff voiced one come in and defend his clan, a gun in his hand as well. The only way to defend themselves, those weaklings. Pulling his trigger, I do the same, both sending the bullet for one another and getting a direct hit. Me in my chest and him in his neck. Leaping back, I feel blood seeping down my shirt and a great amount of pain. It's not deep, not fatal. I'd never be killed again. On the other hand, Mr. show off here is dying.
He clutches at his throat, trying to keep the blood in, but does no good as it clearly leeks through the crevasses of his hand. Unable to breathe, the blood oozes slowly from his mouth, gasping for air. Struggling, he reaches for me, begging for life. It's ironic when you see your murderer asking to live, pleading to not die. He falls face first as I take a step back, keeping my face on his body, watching him slowly die. holding up the gun, I taunt to two survivors, but no one moves. I've scared him, made them afraid of me. I laugh.
What a wonderful feeling having this much power and control. I am invincible, a god. If you call this gift godly. Walking towards them, I drop the gun. I'd find better ways to kill these men. The young one gets up, still holding onto his hand and becomes defensive. "What are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough," I let him know, as he watches my chest wound heal.
I glance down and feel the pleasure of my skin coming back together. It feels sensational as the pain goes away, the blood dissolving and the bullet dropping out of my body onto the floor. I won't call healing painful, it's more than that. The one spot of my whole body tingles in a degree of satisfaction. The hole in my body and my shirt were fixed, there was no sign of an injury anywhere. Frightened, the boy grabs for anything to defend himself with, but comes up short and gives up.
The big brother comes charging at me with his knife, I can feel him and hear his motivations. Quickly enough, I grab his arm and recoil it back to where the blade touches his own chest. This causes him to stop dead in his tracks and cry out in pain just as the dagger pierces deeply into his soft heart. He was a strong guy but nothing compared to what I can do to him. As his artery was penetrated, he coughs out blood, his eyes dilating and dies.
Releasing his hand he falls to his side, blood now soaking the carpet. I turn my gaze to the youngest, who now has a pistol in his hand. I literally role my eyes and give him a smile. I lunge out, all the force in my body coming towards him, but a sound echoes into the back of my brain and the pain I feel erupting into my head is enough to cause one to stop attacking. He'd shot me dead on in my head and I plummet to the floor, my body hitting hard on the floor. I grow unconscious, not seeing a thing after the red carpet.
My first intent is that I'd been screwed over. That 'Management' lied to me. That bitch fooled me, but no it didn't. as I healed, flashes of my life projected throughout my dreams. I re-lived the most painful parts of my childhood into adulthood that I'd had. But I soon came to, vision now flushing into my eyes. A womanly figure leans over me, concern on her face.
"He's alive!" She turns and quickly yells to another. I sit up quickly blinking. The woman holds me steady. The youngest member was gone, but his two friend's were still on the floor, they're bodies exactly how I left them. "I don't understand."
"What don't you?" I speak, saying lines as if in a play.
"You were bleeding from the head and now you seem perfectly fine. Am I seeing things?" The poor redhead is confused.
"What happened here?" I say, ignoring her examination.
"These people came onboard claiming that they were from the Mafia and that someone had they're gold. They then began killing those who wouldn't answer the questions. Even innocents who were nearby, were murdered. But why would they kill their own people?"
"He killed them, and while trying to get the last, he failed," the other figure steps into play, pointing a finger at me.
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
"That's a stupid and foolish thing to do. But why murder? Your just as bad as them now." "I'm worse."
"What?" She grew worried, even stood up.
"What can I say, it's a job."
"I don't know what you mean," she speaks, stepping back a little.
I moved my eyes, the chandelier just above the older male comes crashing down upon him. He doesn't make a sound as the shards of glass spill all throughout the room once it's hit hard with solid ground. My accuser had been crushed and the room had now filled with shards, it was nearly impossible to miss a piece. The redhead screams at the sight of her dead friend.
"Why? What do you want?"
"Your soul."
She's backed into a wall, her feet crunching on the glass every step she took. I appear to her just as her eyes turn in my direction. Grabbing onto her neck, she gasps, eyes widening and fear upon her face. I lean closer now, my lips slowly touching hers until the wetness of both mouths meet one another. Passionately, I begin to kiss her, my tongue slowly making it's way into her mouth. Guiding my way, I feel her tongue and we touch. She goes along with it, not struggling, but tears stroll down her face,
My right hand begins to caress her slender body, making its way from her thigh to the very tips of her breasts. Releasing my mouth, I squeeze tighter on her neck, my other hand massaging her chest. I'm enjoying this, but the girl here does not, she'd enjoy this more if I wasn't murdering her. Twisting my hand, her neck does the same, the bones cracking, a sick sound of them breaking into tons of pieces.
The expression on her face remains the same as when she realized the truth. I let her go, and her body stays frozen against the wall, her position non-moving. It was as though she were frozen in time. Everything seemed normal to her, expect for the purple color exposed on her neck and the redness of the broken bones.
Many passengers were dead, as I could feel their deaths throughout the entire boat. Few were alive and I planned to rid them all. Most bodies were thrown overboard by the Mafia group and there weren't hundreds of humans onboard, but enough for many souls to be lost. Growing completely raged, I began massacring anyone I could sense, everyone on the boat would be dead if they weren't already.
Not caring about anyone of the leftovers, I murdered with revenge on my mind. I gleefully went on about my job as though it were a gift from heaven. When I heard the deadly whisper fill my head is when I knew I had done something wrong. Through all the chaos, and massive body counts, I forgot to mark the souls of the passengers. The Earth shattering voice entered the very center of my soul and that's when I knew I'd done something wrong.
Maybe it was for a good lesson though, I assured myself, feeling more idiotic. Luckily, I had been correct, but was warned that this was my only practice and next time around I'd better use the skills given to me. I wouldn't disappoint my boss and I know it was eager to be free from its hell. After the lecture, I collapse on the floor, my brain thumping with a terrible pain. Every Goddamn time I have a conversation with 'management' I always end up in pain, I think it enjoys sending fear to those under the power.
As a punishment, I was forced to stay onboard the "Lorelei" accompanied by no one except the deathly silence of the boat swarming with death. No one was around to talk to and I'd be bored out of my mind, I was definitely being played a fool. Countless hours passed by in the quiet and I spent my time ridding the bodies because there was nothing else to do on this death ship but wait for the next boat to come by. Whenever that would be, now I know how my boss feels at times.
Cursing at myself about not collecting my interest, I headed into the steering room and glaze out into the daylight. There was no point in driving the ship myself, for I had no idea to steer such a thing and I highly doubt I'd do any good on my own. It had officially been about a week of madness, before any live soul came onboard the Lorelei and I counted the days on my fingers wishing and waiting for someone to come. Imagining about my experience, I wondered what would happen if I screwed up again.
Drifting into another realm, or the place I like to call sleep, though I never need it, I found myself slowly waking up to the sound of footsteps approaching my way. "It's the only body we've found on this ship," the deep accented voice spoke.
I could swear he'd been speaking Italian, but I didn't know a single word in that language. "Fuck me!" he continues, "this ones actually alive!"
"What?" Another one spoke and both feet pounded towards me.
I saw them approaching, one holding what I believe was a camera in his hand. My theory was correct as a blinding white light surrounded my vision and I blinked in confusion. Once things were cleared I saw men staring down at me. "Please don't do that again," I complained and he nodded his head.
"You speak Italian?"
Ah, so I was right. I'd somehow been able to understand different languages. "A little," I lied.
"Tell us what happened here and how you're the only one alive."
"I don't remember," more lies.
The oldest sighed and figured I'd had a rough night, "Get him to the Antonia Graza. We'll help him there."
The cabin boys nod and help me to my feet. "Gold." I sputtered.
"What?" the youngest asks.
"They found something.I remember.It being gold. I don't know anymore."
He looks at me, not sure if to believe the blabbering idiot, and then to the leader. "Check the whole boat, see if there's anything valuable onboard."
I give a small smile. They'd find the gold. I could easy hand it out on a silver platter. I'd left it in the room in which it was contained. Ah, the joys of being that in the afterlife. How easy it is to confuse the living, how greedy for riches they are. Their guilt plays a big part in the gold, well that and I couldn't have done it without the help of the big boss.
Putting my right arm over his shoulder, a buff man begins helping me to the outside bow. I'd surely be able to walk on my own, but I didn't want to cause any speculation to this already strange situation. Being led to the upper deck I hear cheers from the crew, I knew they found it and soon their souls would be mine for the collecting. I laugh and Mr. Buff looks at me.
"It's nothing, just glad to be off of this ship."
We carefully step across the gap of water and onto the solid mass of the new surface. I could feel a new aurora of people and it satisfied my very needs. There had to be over 500 passengers, each and everyone containing a sin in their pasts. This would be a great victory for me and even satisfy the higher power.
"The Antonia Graza. A beauty, ain't she?"
"Indeed," I speculate and see dozens of figures looking at me, but one in particular standing out.
A tall, dark-haired Italian woman watches me, fascination in her dark brown eyes and a cigarette in her mouth. She sees me stare back and replies with an unsatisfied smirk, she seems unhappy to what has come to the bow of the cruise ship. She'd become a good accomplish. Disappearing inside, the woman leaves and we soon follow. Where I was heading, the only hospital onboard.