Mary plunged her hand into Shawn. Then she pulled her hand out of him. Shawn, trembling, looked down to were her hand went into him. Not a scratch. No blood, no wound. Nothing. He looked up. Mary had her hand in a fist. In her fist was…him! Only he was transparent.
She took his soul. She grinned an evil, spine chilling smile. Then she unclenched her fist. Then the see through Shawn sank through the floor. The solid Shawn screamed in shear agony. His eyes slid into the back of his head. He fell down, and didn’t get back up. Tyler stared at Mary, then Shawn, then back to Mary. Then he realized what had happened. She took his soul, and sent it to heaven…or hell. Whichever one he deserved to go to.
Tyler turned around and high-tailed it.
He ran until his face was red, as he tried to catch his breath. He was still trying to make sense of what had just happened. All his brain would register was that Shawn was dead, and that Mary was responsible for it.
Then he heard that unholy moaning from behind him.