Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult Read Free Page A

nothing wrong with how they transition. That we are missing an
element. I propose this element is not control over their state of
mind but a control on the state of their soul,” Macfearson
said.
    “This means
what?”
    Macfearson
hesitated. “I was thinking we lack an occult element. A ritual or a
sacrifice of sorts. Something to manipulate the transition process.
Then if it works we could use it on ourselves.”
    Macxermillio
shook his head. “No, we can’t mess with the unruly forces and
spirits and shit. Don’t wanna find myself in a situation I can’t
get myself out of. The occult are extremely dangerous it might
require us to even add a stranger to our team, someone we can
trust. Who even knows if deathling blood is very precious
and on crazy demand for those occult lifelings? Let’s keep
things within our vicinity where we can control it and remain safe
and discreet. I hear you can’t even read an occult writing without
inviting some spirits. We already have enough on our plate with the
weight of the calling on our backs. That is as much as we can
handle now.” Macxermillio paused and shifted in his seat. “It’s too
much of a risk. Too demanding and not dependable.”
    Macfearson
grimaced. “You have thought of doing this before?”
    Macxermillio
looked away a degree. “Someone I knew tried. Let’s just say
that.”
    “What happened
to him?” I asked.
    He sighed. “Men
came in the middle of the night where he slept. They dragged him
out to the graveyard. Whipped him, flayed him and drained his body
of blood. They took his soul too. Only these things weren’t men but
spirits summoned upon him by studying the occult arts.”
    “Was he one of
us?”
    “I was too
young to tell.”
    Macfearson
nodded.
    “Now, as I was
saying we are ready for our next sample. This time I think we
should strike close by. Three doors down from here and end the
reign of Jay. His been a jerk to you and everybody else. People
would be relieved his gone and we will be happy we got to break
him. And when alarms start going off that students have been
disappearing hopefully we will have our hands off.” Macxermillio
turned my way with command and control, “We need you to have your
lunch on the same table as him and his cronies. Find out what they
have planned for the weekend.”
    I sighed. “You
mean I should watch him until he goes to the dining hall and then
go to eat,” I complained. “I’m already starving, Mac. What if he
goes there after an hour and half because he has a lecture or
something? Can’t we do it tomorrow? It’s only Thursday
tomorrow.”
    Macfearson
intercepted. “We need time to prepare and gather resources.”
    “Why are you so
cranky though?”
    I kept quiet
for a moment, rubbing my neck. “It’s Courtney, Mac.”
    “Courtney?” He
leaned forward. “What happened? You finally spoke to her?”
    “I tried. My
words died in my mouth. I felt like such a fool.”
    Macfearson
laughed.
    I continued.
“She waited on me to say something but I was stuttering like I
never had before. Then that pretentious class rep bitch interrupted
us and ruined the whole thing. She chatted to Courtney and
basically blocked me.”
    “At least she
gave you the chance to escape,” mocked Macfearson.
    “Why now
though?” asked Macxermillio.
    “It just felt
like the right moment to talk to her. She had remained an enigma
for far too long. It felt right.”
    “Next time I
guess.”
    “How will I
face her tomorrow? I feel so embarrassed now. She knows I’m that
weirdo guy who tried to talk to her. I don’t know what to do.” I
jumped up and threw my self onto the bed burying my face into the
pillow. “I don’t wanna deal with anything right now I feel like
such a loser.”
    “What?” they
asked, having heard nothing but muffled ramblings.
    I shifted my
head to the side. “I feel like such a loser. I feel quite sick
actually. Hope I haven’t ruined the little thing we had by being
such a freak. I was