Poor Dillon was being choked, which I never thought would be possible to do to a ghost, and I couldn’t save him. The best that I could do was try to sneak away when he wasn’t looking and attempt to perform the exorcism, but chances are the prince would get to me anyway.
I kept my braining running on the thought that the prince had waited 50 years to start bringing the ghosts back. It doesn’t make any sense, but then again, I had never heard of a ghost gathering other ghosts. It was also weird that he was able to touch the ghosts. It suddenly hit me.
“You waited because they can fight back,” I blurted.
“What?” the evil ghost asked. He tried to play it off like he had no idea what I was talking about but I could see it in his eyes, he knew exactly what I was talking about.
“You waited to bring all of the ghosts back because if you gave it more time they would figure out that they could fight against you.”
Prince Gregory had a look of panic flash across his face right before three ghost came out of nowhere and tackled him. Dillon dropped to the ground and immediately started crying. A surge of anger flowed through my body giving me a huge burst of energy, but I didn’t charge the prince in my fit of rage. It would be useless.
Dillon looked over at me and it was hard to see him like that. I nodded for him to meet me back in the museum and then he disappeared. When I got back inside I could see that he was already waiting for me.
“Get rid of him,” Dillon cried. “Please.”
“I’m going to,” I promised.
I started to speak the phrases that I knew would get rid of him. I actually managed to get out three words before Prince Jackass shoulder checked me across the room. Where was the girl at the front desk, and where did all the people go? I didn’t really care and it was to my benefit because I wouldn’t have to explain myself. That reminded me that I would have to destroy the security footage.
“You pathetic swine!” the prince bellowed. “I am going to tear you apart.”
He was a few feet away from me when dozens of ghosts came in and completely overwhelmed him.
“How dare you!” he screamed.
Larry, the businessman ghost, came up to me.
“We can hold him back,” he promised, “but only for so long.”
I nodded my head. “Thank you.”
Larry ran away toward Gregory as Dillon walked over to me.
“Are you going to get rid of him now?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I told him. I looked at him and hated what I had to tell him next. “If I get rid of him, do you know what will happen?”
He shook his head.
“You’re going to go away, too,” I told him.
He looked at the ground for a second and then looked up at me. “It’s OK. He’s too mean.”
I admired his bravery. This kid had more guts than most adults I dealt with.
“I liked having you around,” I told him. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me. “Go stop him.”
Not wasting any more time, I ran over to the desk and started to speak the complicated language.
“No!” Gregory yelled. He threw a bunch of ghosts off of him. He was obviously very strong.
I ignored him and continued to speak. I started to spread the lighter fluid on the desk.
“I will kill you,” the prince threatened as he threw four more of the ghosts off of him.
It wasn’t enough to stop me, though, and I kept going. There were just a couple more phrases left and then one final step.
As the last word left my mouth the prince finally broke free of all the other ghost and came at me. Right before he grabbed me I threw a match on the desk and watched as it started to blaze. The prince didn’t stop, though, and picked me up right off the ground like I weighed no more than a pound.
Right before he started to rip me apart I tried to think of the reason why he was still there. I did everything right, everything. The moment that match hit the old piece of wood he should have puffed away like a cloud of smoke.
I yelled out in pain as I was pretty sure the prince had separated one of my shoulders. I screwed something up. What was it? Oh! Right!
“Abequitare,” I said. Latin for leave.
Prince Gregory VII shouted and then disappeared. I dropped to the ground and felt my shoulder pop back into place. I stifled my scream and looked up. One by one the ghosts started to disappear.
Dillon walked up to me and sat on the ground in front of me.
“I’m gonna miss you,” he said.
I smiled at him and as the last ghost disappeared.
“I’ll miss you, too,” I said back, but he was already gone. I really was going to miss that little kid. At least now he would be with his mother, I hoped.
I could sit there and sulk, but I had to get rid of the security videos and get out of there. I found the room where the security was set up and found the guard fast asleep. I worked my magic and erased everything before he woke up.
As I stumbled out of the front I looked over at the girl and she was doing something on her phone.
“Have a nice day,” she said.
“Seriously?” I said to her, but she didn’t reply.
I left the building and got on my bike.
I hated ghosts more than anything. There was next to nothing that I could do to fight back and most of the time they were angry, bitter spirits. This time I could honestly say that I hated that I had to clear this town. I hated that I had to get rid of Dillon. At least now the people of this nice place would be safe and Dillon was in a better place…