If there is anything in this world that is certain, it is death. Morbid death awaits everything that lives for it is the complement to life.

  But Gani was not one who died. She was called the undead and swiftly avoided by the places that knew her. What bad omen to cheat death. Many speculated if it was a trick or black magic. Nobody really knew. Not even she.

  Her bulging eyes recovered from the pressure slowly but surely until the marked darkness of blood drained from her face. She stood, wracked by shivers she tried hard to control. The sensation was terrible but unavoidable. It was always. The man scuttle back in fear. He had finally observed the rumours with his own two eyes. It struck him with such a primal fear that dried up his throat. Then came a hoarse voice from Gani.

  “I told you it’s useless,” she rasped. The voice sounded detached. The man’s eyes flitted all over her, horrified, as her eyes blackened and her body grew. She towered over him now. “I can not die.” She held out two fingers, beckoning something forward. He scrambled back clawing at the cracked tiles. No sane person would ever go near her. However it was no him who she beckoned, it was his soul.

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  A shimmery mist leaked from his nostrils and followed an invisible, snaking path to her fingertips where they absorbed into her rolling, thickened, hairy flesh. She was almost thrice his size, stooped over from the confines of the ceiling. The more fear that rose in him then quicker the rivulets of his soul streamed until his eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open and he was left an empty husk that appeared to be asleep.

  Gani felt the freshly extracted soul moisten her veins and ignite her. Her eyes brightened and her pupils reappeared. She saw the man.

  “Why did you do this?” She said, her voice normal again. No answer. She squeezed her eyes shut and ejected the being in her. Her body returned to normal snd from her back sprang a woman.

  “Humans are dramatic.”

  “Dramatic? You killed him! How do I get out of this?!”

  The woman looked up through her eyebrows. She seemed annoyed like she was the one being inconvenienced. “Fly.”

  Gani sighed. The woman was right. They could fly out of the crime scene. She looked around the kitchen and found a baslet which she loaded with as much food as she could.

  “Lets go.”

  The woman looked at her sharply. Her back tore open and sprouted large, gleaming black wings akin to a bat’s. She raised her fist which grew into a clobber and punched a hole into the ceiling. Gani ducked and avoided the debris falling around her. The woman smiled, satisfied with her petty revenge. She hooked her hands under Gani’s shoulders and jumped through the hole. Her wings beat the air. Though it was night, the sounds carried without the cover of clouds, wind nor sand. They may be escaping but they could still be seen. Perhaps it didnt matter. Gani already knew from the moment she saw the dead man that they’d flee this village. One of many.