Who killed me?

Sicilia's Point Of View

“Ahhh!” I screamed, frightened by what I had just seen. The elf-like figure burst into menacing laughter. His figure slowly materialized, and I saw a short, stout dwarf with a wicked grin. His eyes gleamed with malevolence, and his voice sent shivers down my spine.

“You're a hard one to wake up; I'll give you that,” he said, chuckling. “But now that you're awake, let's get down to business, my dear. You are dead!” He announced, not beating around the bush.

“Ummm…..” I was confused and disoriented, wondering if he was high on drugs, but his words somehow sounded true to my ears, and it sparked a sense of urgency within me.

“What do you mean, short man?” I asked, trying to sit up. But my body felt heavy, as if it were weighed down by an invisible force.

The dwarf cackled, his laughter echoing off the walls. “You're in a hospital, my dear. But not just any hospital. This is a place where the living and the dead coexist. And you are stuck in the middle. You are a living dead, a ghost!” I was horrified by his words, and my eyeballs widened.

“What do you mean? I'm not dead! I'm alive! Ghosts are not real!” I stammered, trying not to believe his words.

The dwarf's grin grew wider, and he chuckled lightly. “Ah, but are you? You see, my dear, your body is dead. Those men who left a few minutes ago planned with someone you trust to kill you. You were murdered on your twentieth birthday. You're not quite alive, and you're not quite dead. You're something in between; you should be dead by now, but I committed an abomination and held you back,” he explained, an evil grin plastered on his face.

I was shocked. My mind was trying to understand what he was saying. “What do you mean? What did they do to me? What have they done to me?” I yelled at the top of my voice.

"The truth is, your body will soon be taken away,” he said with a complete lack of sympathy. "In conclusion, your body will soon be buried."

"Buried? What are you talking about? I can't remember dying!” I responded, my confusion and frustration mounting. But instead of offering any clarity or comfort, he burst into evil, menacing laughter, his eyes glinting with wickedness.

"You're so funny,” he sneered. “Tell me, do humans remember they are dead?” He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I decided to keep quiet, thinking his questions were absurd and pointless. “What will become of me now?” I asked, trying to stop myself from believing the truth.

“You will get buried, and your ghost will roam the earth like a lost puppy!” He replied nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Wow! I died like a lost dog, and my murderers will continue living their lives as if nothing happened. I am so unfortunate.” I covered my face with my palm, ashamed of my destiny.

“Well, I can help you get revenge. I'll make sure your murderers meet their end!” The dwarf said he was determined to assist me, but I wasn't convinced.

“Do ghosts get revenge?” I asked pitifully, like a doubting Thomas.

“No, but I will help you rebuild yourself into something powerful, something evil.” He promised me with a creepy smile.

My heart went out to my boyfriend, Alpha Kelvin, and the only family I had in this world. I couldn't help but worry about his well-being. I was sure he had gotten high blood pressure just thinking about my whereabouts.

“What if I say I’m in?” I asked with raised brows, not because I wanted to be reborn but because I needed to tell my boyfriend that I loved him one last time.

He laughed and continued to laugh, clearly enjoying my distress. “Oh, you are amusing. You see, your body has been altered. It's no longer quite a werewolf. Even if you don't want to agree, you have to agree.” He said it, his words sending chills down my spine.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You'll see soon enough," he replied, his grin growing even wider. "But for now, let's just say you're evolving. And once the process is complete, you'll be...reborn." His eyes glinted with an otherworldly intensity, and I felt a sense of dread building inside me.

"What have I become?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Ah, that's the best part," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. "You'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say you're a work in progress," and with that, he turned to walk away.

“Wait!” I stopped him immediately and decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since I woke up. “Who killed me? Who plotted my death?” I asked, hoping to tell Kelvin when I got back to earth.

"Like I always tell my people, the ones closer to you, are fond of stabbing you from behind,” he said in a parable.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to interpret his parable.

“Are you sure you want to know, weak Omega?” He asked with a grimace on his face.

“Yes,” I replied with gritting teeth.

“Alpha Kelvin, your capable boyfriend, is the mastermind behind your death!”