Ms: chapter three

Time in this place was meaningless, same with the name when most think the place between earth and the after life they think ghosts. Though the aren't wrong to think that. 

"Shadows!" Windy screamed as she ran out of his room. 

Shadow sat up on his bed and looked at her with a confused look. "What?" he questioned. 

"There is a man shooting in a bank," she shouted.

Shadow just eyed her, "Why should I care?"

"I'll show you," Windy Told as she walked over to him. Grabbing his arm she tried to get him up.

Shadows let out a sigh as he slowly got up. Windy walked him out of the room and down the hall. Slowly they made here way to her room.  Opening the door you seen a room mystical. The ceiling looked like the sky the groin marble tile. 

Windy led him to a pool of water. Looking in it he white marble looked like a bird bath. Slowly Windy moved her hand over the water. 

Appearing in the water was a young woman and he daughter. Mira was the name of the woman her child Anna. They were at the bank the woman held her two year olds hand as they waited in the short line. 

The bank door opened and a man with a black beanie over his head. A gun in hand what happened next was no different than any other rubbery. 

"Get on the ground!" he yelled. 

The mother let go of the young girl's hand. She went to the floor as her daughter walked toward the man. She knew him it seemed even muttering a name that wasn't understandable. 

The man shot the child point blank. Them stole all the money he could leaving the now faceless child bleeding and dead. 

"The woman Windy walked him out of the room and down the hall. Slowly they made here way to her room.  Opening the door you seen a room mystical. The ceiling looked like the sky the groin marble tile. 

Windy led him to a pool of water. Looking in it he white marble looked like a bird bath. Slowly Windy moved her hand over the water. 

Appearing in the water was a young woman and he daughter. Mira was the name of the woman her child Anna. They were at the bank the woman held her two year olds hand as they waited in the short line. 

The bank door opened and a man with a black beanie over his head. A gun in hand what happened next was no different than any other rubbery. 

"Get on the ground!" he yelled. 

The mother let go of the young girl's hand. She went to the floor as her daughter walked toward the man. She knew him it seemed even muttering a name that wasn't understandable. 

The man shot the child point blank. Them stole all the money he could leaving the now faceless child bleeding and dead. 

"The woman is Mira Clamintom. Her daughter is Anna. She asked for the death of her daunted but didn't wait. She hired a friend of her's to kill the child. You have to stop it,"

"This Mira Clamintom. Her daughter is Anna. She asked for the death of her daunted but didn't wait. She hired a friend of her's to kill the child. You have to stop it," Windy stated. 

"No I don't. Why should I help out a human child? Just as sinful as her mother and every other human," Shadow said calmly as he waved his arm. A black chair with a back on three steel beams holding on the curved bar that made up a regular chair, other than the beams had ten skulls on each carved out of it, likes wood.

Windy threw her hands down hitting the thick rim around the water. It shook, but the image of the bleeding child didn't fade. "Well you don't have to I guess. Just try to remember humans do not start life with sin. I was sure if anyone understood that it would be you," she shouted. Dipping her finger in the water the image disappeared.

Shadow rolled his eyes, "When is this going to happen?" 

"A year from today," Windy said butting her lip. "Only told you because the devil was pissed. After the mother wished for the death of the child in terms of her body being open to the demons of hell. We both know that no one from hell except us can real the human world. The things that posses humans are lost spirits that are trying to find a heaven that doesn't exist."

"Your point?" Shadow questioning know Windy could talk forever. The topic usually heading toward things such as how when she was human their tribe gave thanks and praised their gods and that even though there is only the devil who punishes the evil. He passed their sins because of their respect for everything. 

"Simple, the child isn't sin even if her mother is. The child is still pure in the devils eyes until she does an act of treason. Since the mother's taking over body isn't the devil's doing he doesn't count it. Instead the child was going to rack up medical bills before she passed. Leaving the rich greedy woman broke, alone and depressed until we come in when she is commuting suicide," Windy stated. 

"God changed his mind about killing the girl because even to him it seems to rash to take a life that done nothing. As you know" windy told as she walked over to the bed. "To our life a year isn't long. The devil gives you the choice." She added. 

"Why would he give me the right to choose if the child lives on?" Shadow questioned. 

"Because you didn't get the option," Windy added as she walked to the door. "Now get the he'll out of my room," she added as she held open the door. 

Shadow nodded with a slight smile. Although he didn't  know what to do about the situation. It sucked at death knew the death of everyone and half of them had to lie and their shoulders. They choose that life though. 

Shadow stopped in a door way. Shadow unlike Windy was gifted with smell and sight. He also was able to basically read lies. His eyes went from Windy's to a row of draws on the right side of him. They blinded into the pale paint that made the room look like a misty heaven. 

He opened the first draw and pulled out a pack of Newport. Showing them to Windy she took the pack and smacked it against her hand before opening it. She took one out and pressed it to her lips as she walked passed Shadow and pulled a box of matches from the draw. 

"Shadow I know what you are thinking, but you know we aren't perfect," Windy stated. 

"Yet we all were the few who died with little sin," Shadow took the pack and shoved it in his pocket. He clicked his fingers and the chair he was sitting in disappeared.  

He left her with her one cigarette. Just as she left him to his thoughts.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the way you create situation and reason in this story. The reason is logical for the Shadow. I like how he described sin and the reaction of no sin and the transfer of sin. Thank you for a excellent chapter.
Coyote