Ena gazed at her corpse, it always walked around without a care in the world. It danced, it sang, it killed all in the same breath. As a soul most of her life she wandered in an intangible state, invisible to the normal eyes that did not look for the odd shadow against the wall.
She’d grown bored and lonely. Her family could walk on water, could turn into animals, could manipulate fire, could fly, super strength even… but she was stuck with magic. The ability to do anything and everything, yet without the proper care when she was younger her soul and body separated with equal parts of magic. But an empty corpse had no morals, developing a happy personality with no regard for right or wrong. A soul with no body, who simply grew tired of the world who didn't know what it was like to be unseen… and be rejected by death itself. If not even death wanted her, what was the point of being a wandering soul, she had no unfinished business, she had no attachment whatsoever to the world.
“Get attached, love someone, care for them, do everything for them, even if it's watching the world burn.” Death told her long ago.
She couldn't fathom loving someone, wanting to share everything with them and be willing to do anything. Unable to understand why death insisted she had a love life.
She moved away from home to have a fresh start. One where mutants were not all that common, magic was unheard of and everyone was normal. Her corpse was regarded as odd. Always wearing glasses and contacts, always following the rules her soul gave.
Dont hurt anyone, be calm, don't talk much, dont smile as much, mind your business, don't get in anyone's way, simply act normal. And that's what the soul did. Yet every word that left her mouth seemed to sound like a robot. Her movements were sporadic at times, making her a loner. But nothing seemed wrong for a corpse, everything was right. Left and right where the same, up and down were the same, tearing a child to pieces and petting a dog were the same.
Her soul stayed home, she played around with magic and always kept her mind connected to her corpse, making sure nothing went wrong. She hated disconnecting from it, because she felt like things would go completely horrible in that time.
She made potions, she made spells, curses and anything enchanting. Some were gifts, some were tests, all were momentary.
That night as her corpse walked through the door, dropping the glasses aside and pulling out the contacts, she smiled like usual, “There was a cute dog at work, I want it.”
“We already have Altivo.” her shadowy soul pointed at the hellhound wagging its tail expectantly in the living room, “We don't need another, and even if we did it would have to be another hellhound so they dont kill each other.”
Her corpse shrugged, going to pet the dog, “Who’s a good boy, oh you're the best boy, yes you are!” She hugged the dog, “I'll squeeze you so hard I'll kill you and bring you back just as quick.”
Her soul looked aside getting to the door, “I’ll be out for a while. Don't leave the house or cause anything considered bad by normal people.”
“Alright, take care!” the corpse said, grabbing a chew toy and tugging at it.
Her soul left, wandering through the streets quietly. She was calm, thinking about death's words. She’d even asked Hades what it meant, but all she got was a shrug.
Turning a corner she saw a boy climbing up a fence, instantly she could tell this was a mutant. His powers looked unstable, he was frightened, looking no older than ten.
“What are you up to kid?” she asked, his face frightened at the sudden voice nearby. He couldn't spot her against the wall.
“Who’s there?” he questioned, he stared in the direction of the voice but could not see Ena, “Show your face… I'm not scared of anyone? I'm strong.”
“Strong? You?” She smiled and looked closer, she could tell he was a shapeshifter by the way the mutation twisted in his body. An unusual ability, but one she'd seen once before, “Where are you going kid?”
He continued to look in the direction he heard the voice but still could not see her, she moved closer, and stood beside him, “Do you know telepathy?… I can't see you.”
She smiled slightly, leaning down beside him, making herself easier to see, “Not telepathy, I'm right here.”
The boy's eyes widened seeing the dark shadow loom over him, the white grin and white eyes staring down at him, “Im… im escaping?”
“Escaping what… who?” She asked, helping him cross the fence he’d been climbing, “You seem young, too young to wander the streets alone.”
“I'm ten! I’m not a child.” he said, and walked past her, “And i'm strong, I can fight.”
She grinned and transformed her shadowy appearance to a replica of her corpse, walking right beside the child, yet her appearance still appeared rather ghostly, “people around here are much bigger monsters than anything you can turn into.” she warned, the streets were dark and empty, nothing good lurked in the shadows, “You couldn't even tell where i was before i allowed you to see.”
“What are you?” He asked her, his eyes examining her, before attempting to turn into her, gaining an appearance very similar, “What can you do?”
She chuckled, “I'm a soul, wandering around in search of a host. I do magic, and you're a mutant.”
He looked at her with curious eyes, examining her, “Are you dead?”
“Yes, and no. I have a body, but we dont match that well anymore. I can't really die, death doesn't want me.” she shrugged, “now where are you going? You can tell me, or I can make you tell me.”
“I'm running away.” He told her, sneaking behind a dumpster, “You're not going to possess me… right?”
“I have no interest in possessing a weak body. But why are you running away? Won't your parents be worried?” She asked, following close behind, turning back into the shadow and leaning against the walls.
“They won't… I live in an orphanage. They won't even notice I'm gone.” he grumbled the words out, “I can take care of myself.”
“You're a child. You can't do anything on your own. Leaving may seem easy but do you plan to fool people with your shapeshifting? You can't even shift right. You'll be taken advantage of.” She warned, “Go back if you know what's good for you.”
“You leave. I don't need a ghost to lecture me. You're dead for all I know.”
She chuckled at the kid's words, “You think you're so smart.” She made up her mind to teach him a lesson, “Then let's see you face the world.” leaning behind him she pushed him forward into a portal. Leading him to a dark room, laughter erupted soon after he appeared.
“Where am I?” he asked, standing back up and trying to walk back, “what did you do ghost?”
“I didn't do anything, I just gave you a push.” She told him, the room slowly lit up, faces that looked down at him were distorted, but a grin on their mouths were clear, “The world is full of demons, can you face them?”
Slowly they approached the boy, and as soon as the kid saw that he turned, evading those he could while others managed to grab his clothes, pulling him back before they tore off. They just kept coming, as far as his eyes could see there were demons.
Suddenly it all went black again, “You can't alway tell demons apart from humans.” As Ena said this the room lit up again. People were walking around up and down the street. They were normal, not hideous faces that stared and grinned at him.
A hand pressed against the boy's shoulder, “Are you alright kid?” they asked him, seeing his frightened expression, “Come on, let's get you a seat.”
The kid looked at the kind lady looking down at him, “where a-” he stopped speaking as the woman's face contorted into one like the demons.
Besides him Ena spoke, “I told you, you can't always tell people from demons… and you fell for it.” she leaned against him, “Poor little you.”
Pushing him again he landed back in the street he'd been the first time she pushed him, “A child is what you are, naive is how you act, and scared is how you survive.” making herself visible again she sat beside him, “You're a mutant in a city of people who are mostly powerless, that does not mean you're the only one here. Many hide just like you, and they might not be as innocent as you. From where I'm from… mutants are the norm, and magic is an oddity. Because they didn't know better I wound up as a soul with no purpose, I don't hate them, I love them, it's just hard to express. I know they love me back, but just like me, they don't know how to express it.”
She turned to look at the kid still shaken up, “You moved me around like a toy… it was so easy for you.”
“It’s magic kid, it just looks easy.” She told him, she grabbed the broken shirt she wore and patched the holes like new, “Go home, it's better than living in the streets.”
“But I hate it there.” He told her, hugging his knees, “You don't know what it's like because you have parents.”
For once tonight she frowned, setting her hand on the kids head, “I’ll send you back, maybe I'll see you again. Keep your head high kid.”