“Who are you?” she asked, suddenly realizing maybe she should be suspicious.
“We work with G.R.,” I told her. “Why are you in here? Who are you to him?”
“This room was secret. How did you find it?” As she spoke she went backward, moving away from us.
“G.R. told us about it,” I said, taking a step closer.
“I don’t believe you.”
And then she started to scream.
“Shhh!” Storm and I both exclaimed, looking back the way we came. Her screams weren’t that loud. I guess she couldn’t project her sound, but I knew if she yelled long enough, someone would hear and then shit would hit the fan.
“Shut her up!” I growled at Storm while I ran into the kitchenette to see if there was anything I could use to make her be quiet. But there are no real weapons you can use against someone that doesn’t have a body.
Except another soul.
Storm tackled her, the black cloud that made up his form wrapping around her pink form, and the two colors began mixing together. A burst of pink would explode from the center of the black and Storm would make a grunting sound, but then the black would cover up the pink once more and he would swirl around her like an angry thundercloud just waiting to unleash its wrath. Her screams turned to strangled sounds and then died off completely.
“A little help here,” Storm called as he struggled.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, wondering if he was somehow killing her.
“Find something to put her in!”
That I could do. I reached into the cabinet where I saw a jar earlier and grabbed it, rushing across the room while I unscrewed the lid and held it out. Storm started circling her, like a spinning cyclone. Round and round he went, whipping up the air around us and creating what could only be described as a tornado inside the tiny apartment.
“Hold it steady,” he called, and then like a baseball bat, he smacked the pink soul into the jar.
I stood there stunned that he actually made the shot on the first try. Pink funneled out around the jar and floated around my hand. I waited for it all to gather in on itself and follow the rest of the soul into the jar, praying it hurried up before she came to and tried to get out.
She didn’t. Whatever Storm did seemed to put her down for the count. When all the pink went inside the jar, I jammed the lid on and screwed it shut, tight.
“What the hell was that?” I asked Storm.
“Spending time with the other Ghost Escorts can get a little… irritating. Sometimes we wrestle.”
“That was wrestling?”
“Soul style.”
Soul-style wrestling? Okay, then.
“We gotta get out of here,” I said, glancing through the door. We were lucky no one heard her and came running.
“I can’t believe he has a soul,” Storm said. “What’s he going to do with it?”
“I don’t know, but I know what I’m going to do with it.”
“Tell me you aren’t,” Storm said, his voice flat.
“You don’t actually think I would leave this here? A soul in a jar?”
He let out a few more of those really artful swear words.
“It won’t be easy to get out of here,” I said thoughtfully. “The bodies are going to be more of a challenge.”
“You’re taking the bodies too?”
