#Chapter 236: The Evil Father

Moana

 

“Hello, Moana.” Michael’s harsh voice rang so loudly in my skull that I winced and staggered backwards a little. 

 

My eyes widened as I looked down and saw what he was holding so tightly in his hand: the Golden Knife. The knife that was going to kill me. The knife that I felt plunge into my chest over and over again in my visions.

 

“M-Michael,” I said, taking another step back, “what are you doing? W-Why do you have that knife?”

 

Michael slowly took another step toward me. I could see the droplets of rain sliding down the blade of the golden knife in Michael’s hand and the droplets falling off of the sharp, curved tip.

 

“M-Michael?” I repeated as he continued to approach. My eyes searched wildly for a way to escape, but there was no way around him — not without being able to see more than a few feet in front of me. I didn’t know if anyone else was with him, or what would happen to me if I ran into the mist blind