Fog consumed the ground. It was so thick, I couldn't even see my own feet. The sky seemed nonexistent and dull. All the pictures I've seen of Guatemala, they didn't look like this. They're lush and green. The plant life was, surprisingly, still very healthy. Colors of blue horizons, however, had been eaten away by greys.

"They call Guatemala the Land of Eternal Spring." Angelo spoke as he walked up beside me, "I've never known a spring that's looked like this."

Michael ran his hand through the thick fog, twirling it around his fingers. "It's never looked like this before. This place normally looks like paradise, not the apocalypse."

Twiggy is creepy enough as is. Putting him in this settling just added to how ominous his entire existence is. There was this bowing of noise. I couldn't explain it properly. It was like the ring of a witch's cave. The sound lingered, and he was the only one who didn't seem creeped out by it. As we walked through ancient Mayan ruins, I had to appreciate the beauty. No matter how unsettling it may be, it's a hundred times better than a pig farm.

"It still looks beautiful to me." I said, "But if this is apocalyptic and I'm calling it beautiful, I guess that goes to show where my mind is at."

"Destruction is beautiful, my dear." Michael mused.

I scoffed away the comment, not interested in any advances from him. I've got one love interest too many right now. I'm not looking for yet another. I'd much rather just kill this evil bitch and get back home. Ryan and I have a lot to do. Every time we just barely get traction, something else gets in the way.

"How are you supposed to find a ghost bitch?" I wondered aloud.

"You're the Ghost," Ange teased me, "Shouldn't you know?"

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Real funny."

There was a split second where the mood changed. My smile fell and I felt this wash of negative energy come over me. I turned around to read the others, only to see Michael get punched by literally air. He fell backwards hard. Angelo and I barely managed to grab him before he crashed into the stone pathway.

"I don't think she appreciated you calling her a bitch." He said as he got back on his feet.

"Then I'll try out some different names." I optimistically responded, "Would you prefer cunt? Whore? Slut?" The sensation of sharp nails ripped through my cheek. I smirked, "Just throwing out ideas. C'mon, Baby. Don't be shy. Show yourself."

Michael glared at me with concern, "You really are one crazy bitch."

"How do you think these two feel? They live with me. Look, Babe, I think it's in everyone's best interest if you find somewhere safe and let us deal with this."

Hesitantly, he took a few steps back, "Fine, but if you're not back at the safe house in an hour, I'm sending someone to look for you."

"You can trust us." I beamed.

"That's... Debatable." He replied as he turned around.

Michael ran off into the veil of fog. We work better when we don't have to bite our tongue around the peacekeepers. It's not like blood and bullets was going to stop an undead spirit, but you never know what'll happen in these situations. I say as I reflect back to Georgia. Fuck you if you tell me to let it go. Have you ever been covering in cow shit and pig blood? While having to kill a demonic spirit? Didn't think so.

"I'm sorry Dev called you all those names," Angelo softly said, "He was just trying to get your attention the best way he knows how. We just want to talk."

It was hard to focus on what was there. My mind knew there was something, but it's like my eyes didn't want to see her. She was so difficult to make out in all the fog. Maybe she wanted it that unclear. Suddenly I felt a familiar force throw me across the ruin grounds. It was no different than when I got launched in Georgia. Why the fuck do they always do that?

I started to get up, but Twiggy was suddenly right in front of me. He comes out of fucking nowhere constantly. His hand signaled me to stay down while his eyes drew over to the spirit. She'd emerged into the clearing more now. Some of the fog around her and Angelo had settled. I could see her flowing black dress, draped on her like the true scorned soul she was. Her skin was flawlessly white. I was actually kind of jealous.

She took interest in Angelo. Perhaps because he was the only one that didn't insult her or run away in fear. That's why Chris fell in love with him, anyway. Her ghostly hand reached up to his face. She observed him curiously, leaning in to him closely. "You are plagued like me." She whispered. Her fingers danced around in front of him, "Let me fix you."

For a second, he almost didn't resist. His heart was broken from what Chris had become. I'm sure he was considering her offer, actually, but he wouldn't give up that easily. "No," He said, "I am not plagued. I do not need you to fix me."

"Your love is infected. You can find his spirit again, in the afterlife. You can feel his true love." She tempted him.

"My husband isn't dead, and he's not infected. We're not here to talk about me." Angelo took her hand in his, "You've been taking the living. You can't do that."

"Why can't I? They've taken from me." She replied.

"You took from yourself. You were the one that drowned your children. That wasn't their fault. They do not want to hurt you or take from you. They simply want you to go back to where you came from."

Her temper flared, "Back to the afterlife?! Back to being nothing but I specter? I am more than that." She looked into his eyes deeply, "You are more than that as well. An angel, he calls you. His guardian angel, but you are capable of more than looking after the Devil. You are stronger than him. Don't you understand?"

"I am nothing more than human. I have emotions, a heart, people I love. Just like the people of this village. Do you understand that?"

"I understand that you are being foolish. You have the ability to defeat it, but it will consume you if you hide behind that of what made you. I've seen into your eyes. I've seen your future." She turned her head our direction and began to take light steps towards Twiggy. He watched her, wide eyed, as she reached out to him. "Take my hand. I can show you what you are."

"That's enough." Angelo stated strongly, "By many scriptures, if a spirit is asked to leave, they must. We are asking you to leave and never come back. Please, return to the afterlife."

"Fine, be a fool! I will not see you in Hell, because when he takes your soul, it is gone forever." She whispered the end of her sentence as she disappeared into thin air.

I started to get back up, finally, when I felt like someone kicked me in the chin. My body went flying back and I fell to the ground again. "Bitch." I scoffed, "Why the fuck do they always do that?"

"It probably would help if you stopped insulting them." Angelo offered me a hand to get up.

"Look," I repositioned on my hip with sass, "You can't expect a mouth that sees as much dick as mine to not be dirty."

"You're so classy." He sighed.

I smiled widely, "Damn right. How do we know she's gone for good?"

He took a look around and gestured to the fog that was almost gone. "Does that work for you?" Angelo turned his attention to the sky, which was beginning to look blue again. "We should get out of here before any cover we have disappears. I wouldn't want the locals to see us."

"Do you think they ever know who we are? I couldn't name any criminals from here! I can barely keep up with the ones in my own country."

He began to walk and we followed. "Murderer or not, people that look like us aren't really received well down here. Their religious beliefs are very radical. It's already enough that we look like demons. We don't want them to find out you've fucked in the blood of your victims before."

"Hey! How'd you know about that?!" I asked.

"Ricky brags on you a lot." He replied.

I sighed, "Goddamn it. I want to be mad at him for telling someone about that... But it's really sweet that he's that proud of me. Hm," I laughed, "The irony. A man that spent his life detaining criminals is proud to be with a murderer."

"Love has no bounds." Angelo responded, "And that's why I'm going to stay by Chris' side. This will pass. It... It has to."

"Nothing lasts forever." Twiggy mumbled.

"Yeah," He looked up to the clearing sky, "Nothing does."

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A/N: Comment your predictions? Please be creative, I love crazy theories ❤️