Unearthly

My heart thudded heavily in my chest to the rhythm of the loud music playing behind the closed door. Even if I managed to scream my lungs out for help, no one would come to my rescue. I was all alone in this. And my hands were starting to sweat inside the gloves, as much as I would like to take them off and protect myself, I can't bring myself to kill a person. Not even this perverted sick fuck.

He grabs my arm to turn me against the counter, but I don't move. I sat firmly staring daggers at him.

"Please don't do this. Anyone is going to walk in from that door and catch you in this act, you don't want to do this, please don't do this." I pleaded with him, I really tried.

The man chuckled low and throaty, sending chills to run down my body.

"No one will be coming to save you, not even your friend, no one will be coming in here unless I walk out that door, now TURN!"

He yelled, grabbing my wrist, making my gloves jerk out of my palm, and forcefully making me turn. The hand with a glove slammed on the counter and on the other, I systematically rested my elbow on the counter instead of my now gloveless palm.

"Good, I like it that way. Now, do the same with the other!" He commanded. When I don't do exactly as instructed he roughly tugs on my hand, till my elbow was on the counter.

I looked ahead in search of something to help get him off me and help me get away from him, but there was nothing. Except for a mirror hanging on the wall.

While struggling from his grip, I caught a sight in the mirror. A man dressed in a black cloak stood in the mirror not far away from the counter and at the same time not close. I had stopped struggling from my captor and was now staring keenly at this strange figure. And the strange thing was that… It felt familiar. I recognized it even when I couldn't remember it in my memories. It was familiar.

"Your jumpsuit is not going to save you from this!" My captor yelled, snapping me away from my intense stare at the mirror. He turned me around and tried to yank the jumpsuit down from the bust… When I pushed him away. Forgetting what my touch does to things.

I gasped, feeling power running through my body as I pushed him. A blinding white light flashed through the room as I watched the man struggle to catch his breath. He suddenly stopped struggling and fell to the floor with his back. Immediately his back touched the tiles he disappeared leaving dust behind.

My hands clasped my mouth, swathing it from the unearthly scream that was about to leave my lips. My gaze soon diverted to the weird-looking thing in the form of a human I had seen in the mirror, and strangely enough it was still there. I started to panic.

It saw me kill him.

I'm sure this is one of the weird cosplays they make people wear in the clubs. Not like I know since I haven't been to one.

Is it even a person or a statue? I sure as hell didn't see it before. Not that I could from all that struggling and grasping.

"It's not what you think." I stuttered my words before I could even make sense of what I just said. My thoughts on if it was a statue or not were soon confirmed when it tilted its head to properly look at me, I wasn't sure but it seemed like that was what it was doing.

The thing let out a squeaky sound that sounded inhumane. I stared at the exit that was not far away from the strange 'thing' standing like that's his job. When nothing happened within the next minute of me staring at the door next to it, I took that cue and quickly rushed to the door. Making sure I don't step on the ashes that were now scattered on the floor. The good news is, the strange thing did not follow me or try to stop me. Bad news, he watched me go without moving, just tilted his head.

Still looking at the weird thing as I exited the room, I didn't realize I was walking and running away from the room at the same time till I stumbled on someone. Madison!

"Woah! Whoaa… Are you good?" she called and I moved my gaze away from the door and now to Madison's concerned face. My eyes soon land on her palm on my arms and I quickly jerk them off in fright.

"Don't touch me," I whispered. She didn't hear me, maybe because of all the buzz coming out from the speakers. But I didn't give her an audience as I started to make my way to the nearest exit. Moving past the sweaty bodies, jamming themselves in the rhythm of the music, made my palm itch badly. It wanted to touch something.

"Hey… Wait up!" I heard Madison calling from behind but I didn't give her ears. She grabbed my arm, making me stop. I unknowingly clutched my other palm to myself from pushing her way just like I did with the man that has now turned to dust.

Big mistake!

I had forgot I was now wearing just one glove. I couldn't use my bare hands to touch stuff.. Doing it, made the other glove burn. And now, I was left with just bare pale hands. And Madison saw it happen.

I couldn't read more of her shocked expression, instead, I started running to the exit. Brushing aside anyone on my path with my shoulders and elbow, since I didn't want to use my hands. I couldn't afford to cause any more damage. And I really wished Madison would stop calling after me… Drawing more attention to me.

I was outside now. The cold breeze blew on my face bringing out the strands I had managed to tailor down behind my hair. And I couldn't tuck it back in. I hate to admit it, but I was afraid I could hurt myself with my hands too even when I've touched myself on many occasions by accident.

"Aurora!" I heard Madison call from behind as she tries to catch her breath.

"I told you this would happen! Something bad always happens to me whenever I step out! I told you… I knew this would happen! I told you, didn't I?!" I turned to face her, demanding an answer being completely aware it was a rhetorical question, and so did Madison, seeing that she can't provide an answer.

I turned to face her to find her arm stretched out to me, and a new pair of knitted gloves was resting on her palm. I felt the anger within me start to subside. My gaze swept from her palm to her face. I didn't know what to say, how did she get them? What does she know? How much does she know?

The questions were churning in my head but still, I couldn't bring myself to ask her.

"You need them, don't you? I keep a pair in my bag all the time, especially whenever I want you to go out with me. So, take it. Or... Wait… Do I have to slide it into your hand?"

I stared at her in shock. I could see the fear in her eyes but she still wanted to help me.

"How did you know?" I questioned

"You think after your birthday you'd start ignoring me… The couch suddenly went missing. You move to a different house… You stopped going out with me… And your sudden addiction to gloves… amongst others… And you think I would not notice it's weird. I didn't know you could make things vanish… But I know your hands are the cause, that's why you've been wearing gloves. I was just waiting for you to tell me what it was when you were finally comfortable enough to share it with me. Now, wear this… Before we start calling attention to ourselves. I'll make sure no one is looking." and with that, she dropped the gloves on the floor and turned, now giving me her back as she keeps watch.

A tear slid down my cheeks.