A/N: Helllooooo, everybody! This story is to celebrate my Daddy fixing the computer. Yep, it's fixed. That means I'll be doing a bit more typing! Soooooo, I hope you enjoy it! And anybody who has seen the movie, please don't spoil it for those who haven't. Thanks and enjoy!
Disclaimer: How many times must I say it? I don't own DB/Z/GT! Oh, and here's a change too: I don't own Hangman's Curse or the opening song (don't know its name, though. Hee hee).
You need to know: Trunks is 16 and Goten is 15. The end.
Chapter 1.
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With your eyes wide open...
And your hands bound shut...
Will they ever remember?
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Early morning. The dim light of the sun of the sun shone down on the school. Outside it stood a boy. He looked like he was about 16 years old. He began to slowly walk to the door. As he opened it, he looked to his right to see some stairs that led to the stairwell. He walked up those and entered the stairwell. It smelled old and looked the part, too. Well, after quite a few flights of stairs, the boy exited it and entered a hall. He walked up some stairs and entered the attic. It was dusty and only a few dim lights brightened the room. A large wooden tower stood in the middle of the room. A wooden pole, which was attached, was built high and strong with only a little over the edge.
Now, the boy was on top of the tower and was tying the rope he had carried to the pole. He glanced down as he slipped it over his neck. He was about ten feet above the floor. With a smile, he stepped off the edge.
Where there once was a body full of life, hung a cold lifeless body.
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Ten years later....
Scratching. That's the sound that could be heard in the dark hall one night. Only a few lights lit up the hall. A figure, dressed in black, was stooped in a locker and was making the noise. The person finished chiseling and began to color the picture with some sort of blue chalk. The picture was a hangman with out stretched arms and legs.
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"Ok!" A boy with sort of spiky black hair called. "'Bye, Mom! 'Bye, Dad! Have a nice trip!" This is 15 year old Goten.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm sure they'll have a nice trip, but can we please go back to bed?" Asked a 16-year-old boy with lavender hair. Yep, this is Trunks.
"It's nine 'o clock in the morning, son. You really need to get up," said a blue haired genius. Yeah, it's Bulma, of course.
"Yeah, and what about that football game you wanted to take Goten to see?" Asked a mini clone of Bulma. Of course it's Bra.
"Football game?" Goten asked.
"I'll tell ya about it later," Trunks said. "How 'bout we get somethin' to eat?"
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"Go! Go! Team, go!" Cheerleaders chanted from the sidelines of the football game.
The school band was up in the stands and was playing a tune on their instruments. People all around screamed, cheered, jumped up and down, and just about anything else they do at football games.
"And another point scored by Jimmy Boltz!" The announcer said over the intercom. That made the crowd scream and cheer even louder.
The team gathered to make a new plan.
"What's the play, Jimmy?" One of team members asked.
"I-I don't know," he said while wobbling back a few steps. "You take it."
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"Hey, that guy don't look so good," Goten commented. He and Trunks were seated in the very back, close to a group of Gothic teens.
"Yeah, I know," Trunks said.
Goten looked over at the Gothic group and saw one boy smirk at Jimmy Boltz. Before the half-Saiyan could say anything, the next play began.
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Jimmy had the ball and was looking for a receiver. Somebody from the other team came at him. Suddenly, Jimmy's vision went black and white and the person in front of him had his hand out stretched to him, his head slightly tilted to one side, and had a faint image of a rope around his neck.
Jimmy dropped the ball. It was all he could think to do! He ran to the sidelines and grabbed his head. Everything was beginning to spin. He could barely hear some one from his team shout, "What are you doin', man?" The boy dropped to the ground and began to thrash around, almost like a wild animal. His parents, the coach, the teams, and anybody who wanted to came.
As the coach watched Jimmy's Mom cradle the boy's head he shouted, "Mrs. Werthing, have you seen enough?! This makes three of my players!"
Jimmy managed to open his eyes and look at some one. The person was reaching for him and had an image of a rope around his neck.
"Abel Frye!" He screamed.
"Man, I think Abel's got him," a boy said.
"Abel..." another boy said.
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"Who's Abel Frye?" Goten asked.
"Their ghost," Trunks pointed to the Gothic group. Goten looked and saw the boy who had smirked at Jimmy get up and motion for a girl to get up too. Before Goten could ask who they were, Trunks answered. "Those two are Ian Snyder and Crystal Sparks. Let's go."
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Late that night, far past the bedtime for two certain half-Saiyans, Trunks and Goten were making a plan...
"So we'll be like investigators, but we can't let any one know," Goten said.
"Yeah," Trunks nodded. "You'll be a geek, or a nerd, or whatever you wanna call it, and I'l be popular!"
"Why can't I be popular?" Goten asked.
"Because I said so," Trunks said. "It won't be that bad. You can talk to other geeks. But you can't talk with me, jocks, cheerleaders, normal people, or the Goths."
"Why can't I talk to the Goths?"
"'Cause they're not at your social point. They're all out there some where. And be sure to stay clear of Ian Snyder."
"Why?"
"Why? Why? Why? Is that all you ask?"
"Sorry."
"It's ok. I was just joking, anyway. Just take my advice and stay away from Ian Snyder and the Goths."
"Ok."
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It was the next morning. The two boys were in the principle's office. No, they weren't in trouble. They were getting Goten registered as a student.
"Ok, Mr. Son, you're ready for your first class," Mrs. Werthing said, handing him a list of his classes.
"All right," Trunks said. "Biology is up the stairs, to the right, two lefts, and you're there!"
Goten stared at the paper and wondered just how on earth he would remember the instructions.
"Norman!" Trunks called to a nerd.
"What?" He asked. Norman didn't really look like a nerd. He didn't have the nerdy glasses, but he sure dressed like a nerd.
"Take my buddy to biology," Trunks said.
"Well, ok," Norman said. "C'mon."
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While Norman was taking Goten to his class, they spotted two jocks bullying one of the Goths. Goten recognized the one getting bullied. It was Ian.
"Hey, Norman, how come nobody's helping Ian?" He asked.
"Nobody cares whether he or his friends get hurt," Norman said. "We're going to be late for your class, so hurry up."
I wish I could help Ian somehow.
Goten thought as he watched a boy take his money.-------
Trunks sat in the back of his class like always. Sure, he looked and acted like he was paying attention, but his mind was else where. He knew about the school legend and he had heard about people seeing Abel Frye. Everybody knew that. But something about it all didn't ring true. That's why he and Goten were investigating.
The bell rang, jarring him back to reality. Time to go eat lunch.
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"Find out anything?" Goten whispered to Trunks as he passed.
"No," Trunks whispered back.
"Same here."
Goten sat down at a table with the nerds. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "I've been hearing some talk about Abel Frye. What's that all about?"
A real geeky looking kid, who was sitting across the table from him, was first to speak," I guess you're the new kid, huh?"
Goten nodded.
"Well, Abel Frye was just a kid like us," he began. "Everyday, the jocks and cheerleaders would pick on him. One day, the girl he had a crush on totally embarrassed him in front of everybody. That night, he lured her into the forbidden wing and stabbed her to death! And the next morning, he hung himself. So now, his ghost walks the halls of this school, getting revenge for anybody who calls on him."
Goten shook his head in disbelief. This place sure had a way of making up legends.
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A/N: There! The first chapter is done! I hope you guys enjoy it! Now, you've got a little background on Abel Frye. Sorry to hurry off so soon, but I gotta go eat supper!