I do Not own the Anime/Manga Ghost Hunt, or its characters.
One shot. (Maybe? I was thinking about making a story based around this...but let's see what you think.)
I recited without falter, without blunder, without stutter, without mispronunciation. In the darkness, with cameras watching and a victim at my feet, I stood. I recited with confidence, with the authority invested in me, with courage, with fear. He howled in rage, crawling his way closer, the ropes around his torso tight. I did as I was suppose to. I did as taught, as known to all. I did it by the book, with the book. I used my materials with expertise, with practiced hands.
But why, oh why, was I now suspended a good fifteen feet in the air?
The air was cut from my lungs, my throat constricting with an invisible force.
I clawed at the force, trying in desperation and anger to choke out the words, to keep going and finish the job. I could hear a door slam open, could hear Mai and the others screaming - screaming my name, screaming their own chants and warding and spells. The creature flickered into visible existence, purple and black and reeking of burnt flesh and rotted meat, its grip tightening. I could hardly hear them, hear my friends, from under the roar, the slowly dying sloshing of my blood in my ears. My head felt like it might burst, my lungs searing with the white hot agony to breath.
My hands slipped to my sides - there was the thud of my book, the sound of metal clattering to hardwood - as it began to dance around, avoiding the others. My limbs felt very heavy, and the pain was slowly backing away. Blackness was washing over my vision, over my body and mind. It was cool and it was comforting...
And then I was falling.
"John!"
There was the sound of shattering glass...
And then there was nothing but a dark nothingness.
Please Review!
Should I make a story surrounding this?