I hover in the shadows and watch as Dr Shaheed walks to the glass and looks at a quivering Casey. As a reanimate I don't recall Dr Shaheed's face looking like it does now: hard, cold and callous. She turns to Dale, "Do it Dale, put the kid out of her misery and let's move on," she says.

I watch as Dale's face literally lights up. His smile is wide and the whiteness of his teeth actually creates a beam of light that reflects off the glass and on to his face.

As Dale begins to role his sleeves up, one of the male D:Associates addresses him, "Do a real neat job; we need her looking flawless on reanimation, we don't want the press suspecting anything – you hear me?"

Dale bristles with excitement, "Oh, I hear you." He puts his hand's around the D:Associate's neck, so that both his thumbs are positioned in the middle of the mans throat, "I'll press down on her windpipe, closing it with my thumbs, I'll make sure she chokes real slow." He removes his hands from the man's neck and flicks a finger between his eyes and the man's, "And this way I get to see the terror in her eyes as she dies – awesome!" He says, almost salivating at the sickness of his own words.

A myriad mix of emotions fly through me: anger, terror, heartache, but one overrides them all, my impotency. I yearn for the mortal help of: Toby, Jess, the officer, and my own physical self. I glance at Casey, and see her wrap my shirt around her and furl further into a foetal position.

A position that I know will offer her no protection.

I glance between a positively posturing Dale and a defenceless diminishing Casey. Her petite frame is no match for Dale's tall gym toned power; this is the ultimate in un-even playing fields. And my powerlessness to help shames me to my spiritual core.

......

The Association

Three of our members are now outside Kirk's residence waiting for the officer to finish his press interviews. He is doing a sterling job of deflecting the journalists and news crews from the truth of this situation.

The officer has access to the property and our members are armed; should the situation inside become volatile, they have been briefed to act accordingly.

......

Dr Shaheed throws Dale some clean bath towels, "Here, take these in with you; put them under her before you go in for the kill, she'll no doubt soil herself and you don't want the indignity of getting covered in her mess," she says, matter of factly.

On hearing these words, Casey's body tremors and a low-level noise, like a whimpering, emanates from her.

Dale catches the towels, "Oh yeah, they always poop themselves right near the end," he says, with an experienced zeal.

Dr Shaheed and her D:Associates follow Dale, and take their positions at the glass, to watch this inhumane event.

I venture from the shadows and stalk silently unnoticed behind them. I scour my soul for a solution to this sick scenario.

Dale enters the booth and as he does so, Casey scurries into a corner, her whimper switches to a kind of soft scream. "Sounds like we have a screamer," says Dale, as he grabs her feet and yanks her violently so she's lying supine, staring up at him with wide, terror filled eyes.

He stands over her, his legs straddling either side of her hips as he goads her with a mocking, baby like voice, "Screaming won't make the bogey man go away, sweetie. But I guess it does add to the witchy atmosphere." He continues looking down at her, "Here's a thing – just think of this like a horror movie, and you're starring in it," he says, turning to look at his audience, who snigger along with him.

Suddenly, Dale's warped words instil my spirit with ideas.

Horror Movie!

Those words resonate with me and my soul literally soars with hope and optimism.

......

The audience brace themselves against the sudden gust of strong, warm wind as my spirit swooshes' past them.

I hover over Casey for a nano-second, before I thrust my soul into her, possessing her with every ounce of my physical strength and fighting spirit. This is a positive possession; it is what as a newly triple discovered reanimate, I now know to be – The HEALing.

Casey reacts swiftly, pulling her foot back and slamming it with supplemented force between Dale's legs. His resultant scream is howlingly guttural, yet it's music to our ears. His hands fly to shield his manhood from another blow, while his head falls instinctively forward. This is Casey's cue to pull her arm back, and curling her hand into a tight fist, she propels it forward and up into Dale's face. The resultant cracking sound of broken bone, accompanied by: shooting, spraying, spurting blood is like the most awesome celebratory firework display – and Dr Shaheed and her D:Associates watch, rooted to the spot, with jaws dropped in shock and awe.

......

Casey steps over Dale's bruised and bloodied body. She stops in front of Dr Shaheed, "Hey girl, I guess you'll never know how good that felt." She hands her a towel, "Be a sweetie, and clean up his mess," she says, with a sarcastic wink.

One of her D:Associates moves threateningly forward, but Casey floors him with a combined Casey/Kirk right hook – we are so damned good together.

Casey and I watch as Dr Shaheed puts a still gurgling Dale into the recovery position, "I shouldn't worry about him too much, I'm sure he'll recover, his face may not be quite as pretty though," says Casey, proudly.

Dr Shaheed stands up; she glares at Casey with a cold and confident eye, "You'll never win against the Dark Side's H-Offensive." She smirks, "You do know we have numerous secret Re-animation facilities across the country – we'll soon be able to harness the power of the dead, for our own ends," she says, stepping out of the booth.

Casey steps a little forward, "Yes, we do know of your increasing number of reanimate facilities, Dr Shaheed, I myself have been unfortunate to have experienced a few." She makes another step forward, and it pleases me to see Dr Shaheed take a defensive step backward, "But despite your wealth of experience and treacherous Dark Side dealings, there's something you don't know of, a significant power that we will, and have harnessed to level the battle feed," says Casey, teasingly confident.

I note the men's interests are piqued; Dr Shaheed lifts her eyebrow and asks, "And what may that be?"

Casey pauses – to let me speak.

"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you all – I'm Kirk."

I pause to allow them absorb the shock of hearing me talk via Casey.

My focus is on Dr Shaheed, and I note her face drop with bewilderment. "Yes Doctor, you and your team have failed to recognise Positive Possession, it's completely bypassed your radar."

Casey walks slowly up and down ensuring all the assembled people receive eye contact as I continue to speak. "Whilst the Dark Side's H–Offensive focussed on the partial reanimate soul possession of the 'HEVilt' and the 'HELix' to wreak your havoc – I have demonstrated the power of full soul possession – The 'HEALing. And I think you'll all agree it's a considerable force to be reckoned with," I say, with an authoritive confidence.

When I see these people swap worried and questioning glances, I am filled with a deep sense of pride. I'm proud that I've discovered the HEALing and all its positive potential. And being inside Casey's physical body and in her consciousness, I know she's feeling the same.

We're all distracted by a sudden footfall above us. Both Casey and I brace ourselves for further combat. But we relax when the Officer and three armed members of the Association enter the basement.

The Officer rushes to Casey, "Are you OK?" I retreat from her head and her own voice returns, "I'm really good!" She enthuses. The Associates, aim there guns at their traitorous colleagues, "Get in the booth, all of you – NOW!" Hollers the lead guy.

Casey saunters towards the control knob, and with great glee and gusto, she slams it. We both watch as the glass descends on our enemies, all now well and truly in our control – Captured!

......

There is a positive party atmosphere at the house as my mortal friends: Toby, Jess and Casey celebrate with ice cold Mountain Dew. Jess is buzzing on e-numbers and success, "Casey, don't you think it's so cool that you're actually dating a ghost?"

Casey looks flustered, slightly embarrassed, but above all she looks super cute. "Kirk and I aren't dating, don't be silly, Jess," she says, shyly.

Toby glugs a mouthful of Dew, "You so are, don't deny it, Case," teases Toby.

I watch from above and decide to join the party. "Here he is, our Super Hero, Kirk Russel," announces Toby as I transmit myself back down to earth.

Casey beams when she sees me, "Kirk, you need to conserve your energy," she says, supportively. I smile, "I just had to come and correct Jess," I say.

Jess raises her eyebrow, "Spill it lover spirit," she says, with a cheeky smile.

I approach Casey and let my spiritual warmth wash over her, "We're not dating, that's for mere mortals like you two." Casey's eyes flicker, her smile widens, "What Casey and I have is deeper than that; it's a lasting spiritual connection that transcends living relationships," I say, watching Casey bask in my glow.

Jess slugs her Dew and nods, "Sure, I get that." She puts her drink down, "Hey Case, you know when Kirk enters you, does it feel like, well, you know, does it feel good, does it feel like a..."

..."Jess, NO – don't go there – NO – NO – NO!" Interrupts Casey, with an outstretched hand. But she's not pissed with Jess; in fact we all fall about laughing at her inquisitive bluntness.

When our mirth subsides, Toby comments on my appearance, "Kirk, the way you look now, with your dark hair and all, that's how Callum, your living self looked, right?" He asks.

"Sure, mum dyed my hair blonde, placed blue contacts and all, she liked the California look; and figured it would prevent me from being triple discovered," I explain.

Toby looks perplexed, "Which is why I'm intrigued to find out who triple discovered you – whoever it is, they deserve our high fives," he says.

Both Casey and I immediately notice Jess lower her eyes, divertingly, "Look guys, we need to talk about the Dark Side's H-Offensive," she says, in what feels like a deliberate attempt to change the subject.

Casey jumps on it, "Jess – you know who triple discovered Kirk, don't you?"

She doesn't immediately answer, instead, she slugs some Dew and says, "The person is coming to meet with us tomorrow." She looks at me, "I think it's best that you don't show, Kirk – just leave us three to handle the situation," she says, with a concern in her eyes that worries my soul...