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Spiritual Self Defense

My response to the prompt ‘jump‘.

Genre: supernatural, spiritual

 

~Spiritual Self Defense~

Zoey couldn’t reach the switch. Not even after stacking all the boxes she could find and jumping off them.

Silas was taller. He should be the one doing this. Bus Silas was unconscious and fighting his own battle with a very bad-mannered spirit.

So what if the spirit died on his birthday. People died on all kinds of important days all the time. Like the guy who died on his way to his own wedding. Now that was depressing. But even then, it wasn’t a good enough excuse to trap them in a basement-turned-freezer and change the doorknob into a switch on the ceiling.

She frowned and jumped again. Her fingers grazed the switch, but couldn’t press it before she crashed back onto the boxes. The box tower wobbled dangerously but stayed in place.

This wasn’t working.

Time for Plan E.

She stepped over Silas and slapped the spirit. Her hand passed the incorporeal body without dealing any damage, but it was enough to draw the spirit’s attention away from Silas to her.

Brown eyes narrowed at her and the floor rushed up to swallow her. Arms grabbed, tugged, and twisted her as the spirit howled all around her.

“Bring me back. I’m not ready to die. I’m too young to die.”

She writhed under the onslaught but couldn’t break away. Where could she go when he was everywhere?

Silas’ voice cut through the spirit’s moaning.

“… command you to get out. Out!”

Her eyes snapped open to a grey ceiling. She found her body flat on the floor with Silas staring fiercely at the now-open door.

“What did you do?” she asked.

For the first time since she knew him, Silas fidgeted and his gaze ran away from hers.

She pulled his arm before he ran away. Not that he was the kind of person who would run from a problem, but he wasn’t the kind of person who fidgeted either.

“What?” she repeated.

Silas finally finished his internal debate with himself and faced her.

“I don’t like telling people this, because people tend to get angry or awkward.”

“I’ll try try not to.”

“But you need to know how to defend yourself.”

“Ok.”

“I’m just telling you what works for me. I’m not saying it’s the only way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you telling me or not?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Get there faster.”

“I use Jesus,” he blurted out. Then he frowned. “That didn’t come out right.”

“What about him?” she asked before he got sidetracked.

“Well, in the Bible, people could cast out demons in his name. So I tried that, and it worked. I’m not saying that my way is the only way, but I know it works for me. I mean, do whatever works for you. Just don’t summon a demon to be your bodyguard. That’s not very safe. And-”

She flicked his forehead before he rambled until the next day.

“I get it,” she said.

“Oh. Yes. That’s good. So, make sure you find a way to protect yourself. Not every spirit is friendly, as you just saw.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good. Now let’s go.”

He pulled her to her feet and they left the basement before the spirit came back.

~End~

 

Read more about Zoey and Silas here.

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