Kaleigha didn’t get far. The pretty lights that lit up the trees descended on her like tiny, golden bees.
“Get off me!” she shouted as she swatted at them. The swarm drove her back to the village. Before she knew it, the cloak was back around her neck and she was being hauled into one of the smaller houses. The tiny lights retreated back to their roost.
“There will be none of this!” the young man shouted as he slung her onto a big cushy couch. She bounced to her feet and planted a kick squarely in his stomach. He doubled over with a grunt of pain, giving Kaleigha the chance to run for the door.
“You can’t fight your way out of this one, murderer,” the woman from the stairs blocked her exit. She held a pair of handcuffs that glowed like the lights in the trees. Kaleigha swung on the woman. The woman fought back, but her fists did not register any pain with Kaleigha.
Kaleigha was surprised to hear a delighted growl pass her lips as she rained blows down on the woman. This ghost shit had its’ advantages. The woman tried to protect herself while blindly clawing the air with an open cuff.
This was Kaleigha’s chance to escape, but something wild and murderous welled up inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to see the woman’s blood fan out around her dying body.
“Kaleigha, stop!” the man shouted, but it was too late.