HELGA ANABELLE SERIES: Soul

SCENE 1: Call of Duty

My name is Helga Anabelle. Not his real name.

   I can't tell you what my real name is, or where I'm from. It will only help my seekers. They must have been happy to find me when I became an ordinary human being because I lost my true power as a firebender.

   Knowing my real name is not important to you. All you have to know is, I was not human like you. Nor is my home on earth. But in another dimension. I have the duty of the ruler of the underworld to purify the human spirit that is still wandering and making damage. That is why I can be on your earth. That's why I became a human being like you.

   When purifying a spirit, I usually make two choices, either to dive into the spirit's life while still alive, or to eliminate it. As a purifier I get an advantage that can make you amazed, while screaming in fear. I can see spirits very clearly, like I can see you guys. I can even touch, talk, and play with them. Good skills, right?

   I could have refused the task given to the ruler of the underworld. But, because the spirit that is successfully purified produces a soul, that is why I want to accept it. Moreover, I desperately need a soul to regain my power that was sealed somewhere. Plus, the ruler of the Spirit World wants to be my responsibility.

   Well, at first I thought that the only ones subjected to my purification were the usual ghosts. I mean I just found out that ghosts in the human world are diverse. There are pocongs, kuntilanak, genderuwo, tuyul, and many more. Purifying them was not easy, especially when I was dealing with a ghost that had evil intentions. I had to fight against them when I could not use force, and sometimes I needed the help of Alda, the underworld guild who was assigned to supervise and help with my work.

  Alda and I both purify the spirit. But we're just two. Yes, both. That's why I'm very, very, very clueless as to why I still have to go through a pile of suffering.

  Have I not suffered enough to no longer be able to use my strength that I am so proud of? Is my life being a human being not bad enough? But why should I.. dance?

   Dancing up! It's hideous!

   The sound of music that I did not like so much filled all corners of the room. The lights in our classroom were brighter than the black clouds outside. Our teacher stood on the sidelines. His face showed the contentment of a teacher who knew his student was being tormented. Sometimes our teachers give instructions. An instruction that usually confuses his students.

   "Now, two steps forward, three steps back, and spinning!" 

   I took two steps forward, three steps back, and turned around. My movements were so stiff and seemed strange. That's natural because I rarely dance. But make no mistake, I fall into the category of students who are good at sports and martial arts.

   "Hey, hey, why are your movements so strange, Helga?" Ask a friend who noticed how I danced. Request at the pites.

   "Don't look for me!" I warned while looking at him with a sharp look. Well, at this school who doesn't know me. I was so scared because I like to look for and challenge anyone to fight. No matter it's a younger classmate, or a class whose age is far above me. However, there are two children who do not feel afraid of me in this class. One was Sherlly, the only friend I had, and the other...

   I glanced at Chris who was dancing not far from me. That's Christian! The only person who didn't suit me the most since the beginning I went to school here! I just found out that people can dance. But what do you care about me? He is someone who can ruin my happiness easily. Give protection to those who want to seek for me. His face was as flat as a wall, with ice-cold nature and words as sharp as needles!

   Then, something bad suddenly happened. Alda suddenly appeared and laughed at me who was dancing like a fool. Only I can see it. At least that's my guess. Turns out I was wrong. There was another person who could see the figure of the guide. But at that moment I was not aware of the shocking thing. Piqued. I was upset with Alda who suddenly appeared and laughed at me. That's why I glared at him.

   Alda's coming towards me. It's just like a human. He was riding a Harry Potter broomstick and wearing a Japanese kimono. It also has a magic scarf.

   "Don't get upset. I'm just telling you. There's a new spirit roaming the city park. Looks like he needs help!" Alda said while laughing giggling.

   { What is his spirit like? } Ask me through mind language. I do not want to be considered crazy for talking alone, so speak through the mind. Only I can allow you to hear my mind language. That can be said, it looks like a monologue.

   { You know that little boy who died in the city park three days ago? It seems he's the one who asked us for help! } Alda replied, using the same mind language as me. The word is telepathy.

   Three days ago, I saw my mother's newspaper which reported that a little girl had been killed by a car. So he's the one who asked for help this time?

   { Alright, go home to school later we go there, Alda! } I said later. Alda nodded.

Like a jelangkung, he came uninvited and left unattended, he just disappeared. Even though he has done that many times, I still feel annoyed. Even more upset because the clock of art culture is still around thirty minutes away. We had to dance in thirty minutes!

   There are tools that can speed up time. I'll make time to get home from school!

   I looked towards Sherlly who was also looking towards me. We both smiled. I feel like I'm going to want to recall why I was able to be friends with Sherlly.

   Sherlly Nobela Viera's. In the past, when I first went to school here, she was the target of bullying. When I met him the first time, he was in a bully. I'm the one who exterminated those bullies. Since then we have become close friends, and he is no longer the target of bullying.