Celie

Phuture knew this wasn't the best way to recieve answers, especially since all three men were too stunned for speaking.

They're guilty and I'm sure of it, but what did they do to her? How did they kill this woman?

"Tell me... please." Phuture frowned and asked again. "Who am I? At least... tell me my name?"

The three men wearing grey uniforms remained in a state of shock, until the man standing in the middle finally moved a muscle.

The one in the middle looked both ways at each companion, he asked. "Is this shit real?"

The moonlight's illumination brightened on them, unveiling her skin to be nearly be fully healed. She sustained grotesque injuries but now only contained a few bruises. There was no blood and all her broken bones were repaired, in fact she seemed even healthier than before death.

I can already tell... they... they killed this woman! I just hope they didn't really do what I believe... I won't harm them unless they try to shoot, then I'll have no choice but to defend myself! If I'm inside this vessell, I don't wanna treat her like my regular body. I'm sure she can't handle the usage of my spiritual prowess, at least not the same way as my body.

Her eyes remained on their weapons and she decided that killing them wouldn't be humane. At least while in her current vessel, she didn' want to act like a savage. If they attempted to kill her then she'd act accordingly, but she approached with no intentions of harming a soul.

I'm not sure if I could even use my spiritual energy yet, my spiritual pressure is still so low from soul damage! This could be an issue, but if I could use the little energy I contain! It's fine not using my full power, especially since these people are just mere mortals, but what if I can't dodge a bullet?

The one in the middle shifted his gaze from his allies, to the slave he presumed was dead. He lifted his rifle and aimed it towards her, confirming one bullet was in the head before placing a finger on the trigger.

Goddamn it! This moron is actually going for the kill again! What the hell possessed my spirit to bringing me here?

As a woman who's been in dire situations for years, she always deemed herself clutch in these situations. Even without all of her powers at hand right now, she was sure there was an opportunity to answer unknown questions.

Also, she still felt intuitive to the battlefield.

"Listen, we don't have to fight. I just wanna know who I am...I was a slave right?" Phuture stared down the rifle being aimed at her, she said. "Don't shoot-"

"Was?" The man questioned, still hesitating to pull the trigger. He continued with his deep accent. "You is a goddamn slave!"

The man pulled the trigger at the end of his sentence, but Phuture had already bounced to the left. She rushed forward to attack an active shooter, sliding across the dirt to dodge another bullet.

Her elusive movements rippled more chills of fear in the men, but the shooter continued pulling the trigger in efforts of killing her. Missing shot after shot, unable to predict which direction she would pounce to next.

Phuture snatched away the rifled musket and stabbed her attacker in the leg.

The man screamed out but was silenced with a bullet to the head, then the others decided to run away. Both of them leaped on top of their horse in retreat.

I really shouldn't let them get back and report this to others, then I'll have to deal with even more crap!

She didn't allow the other two men to bail out on their companion, bolting at a full sprint rushing to their horses. She caught up to them relatively quickly, boasting more athleticism than the men in grey had ever seen before.

Phuture snatched both men by their back collar, tossing them off their respective horse while they continued leaping away.

Both men hit the ground hard and quickly realized they were disarmed of their rifled muskets.

Phuture held all three rifles in her hands, she slowly walked towards the men with a shadow of darkness behind her. Her face expressionless, as if she was numb to killing.

"You haven't spoken the entire time..." Phuture tossed two of the guns, then bent down towards the fallen men. "Are you at least gonna try and get up?"

One of the men stood up hesitantly, still expressing an ample amount of fear for her to threaten his life for answers.

"Celie." The man stood tall and finally answered her question. "Ya name... is Celie."

"You killed me because I rebelled, right?" Phuture asked. "Because I'm a slave... right?"

"Yes... ya was accused of conspiracing a revolt against ya master."

"Ugh, what the fuck?" Phuture sighed deeply. "So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!"

The men glanced at each other.

"Well?" Phuture asked. "You fighting for slavery or not?!"

The man answered. "This is The Civil War."

Phuture rolled her eyes, she said. "Damn it... this is some bullshit!"

My family... gone... and I'm stuck in some civil war alone with none of my family members. Reincarnated as a slave.

What the hell is my purpose here?

"How did you kill Celie?" Phuture asked. "What did you do to her?"

The man hesitated with a saddened face, confused about the footing of what was happening.

"You raped her and beat her." Phuture said with a hardened voice tone. "Didn't you?"

More hesitation from the man frustrated Phuture, the curmudgeon personality began to show after remaining calm and patient.

"Fuckin' speak!" Phuture screamed out. "You mutilated that woman because she was smarter than you!"

The man still laid on the ground spoke out. "No woman could ever be smarter-"

"You're a human being just like Celie Ward... rather she's a woman, or a different type of person than you. In the end, it doesn't even matter because you'll all turn into the same bones." Phuture called out turning to face the man, she continued shouting. "You hold her people back from their rights, for what exactly? It's deeper than money...so miss me with the labor bullshit! Confess or die, you raped her!"

"We damn sholl did!" The man yelled back with anguish. "We even killed you, sonabitch! I doubled checked!"

Phuture executed both soldiers with a bullet to the head, then wrapped the rifled around her body as she began walking away.

In her eyes they were the people who killed Celie Ward, therefore should be punished with the same result of what happened to her.

Wait! I nearly forgotten!

Phuture rushed back towards the tree she hidden behind, grabbing Celie's bible where it was dropped. Just from curiosity, she opened the bible with shock to see Celie's handwriting. She journaled within the bible, writing down notes of her life and story.

Phuture smiled while reading, until the smile cracked and tears began to fall.

Inside the bible was an important note about Celie's family, stating that her father was a man named Marcus Ward, a fighter for Union Greenland's cause of freedom.

Celie's father was killed for punishment of attempting to poison the slave master, his head put out on display. But her mother was still alive at the plantation, with her brother, sister, and young son.

I'm so sorry... you didn't deserve this... Celie Ward.