The Ghost part 4
I knew the car I was in, it was F. B's jeep. Yes, F. B. was only a teen not even 16 when she was killed, but she already had her driving license. "They are not going to get me alive!" A voice hissed next to me. I looked at who was driving. It was F. B. Sweat was pouring down her face. I tried to ask her who was after her, but my voice would not make a sound. I turned to look over my shoulder to see for myself, and what I saw was a junky puke green car with beer cans on the dashboard right on our heels. The road we were on was high up and twisting. I knew the road quite well from taking it to school everyday. With a crash of thunder the rain started to pour down making the road even more dangerous.
I only had time to see the next turn in the road before a bright white light hit me head on.
"Marco? Is that you?" A far off voice asked. A very familiar voice. "Of course that's you!" I heard the voice come closer. I tried to open my eyes, but they were already open. I was standing in a bright white place. I didn't see any walls or ceiling so it could not be called a room or a building. I saw a person about my height coming closer and closer. As the person's clothing came in to my sight I saw the person was dressed in shades of red making them look like they were on fire. I ready my self for an attack. Thinking I was back in the waking world and not in a dream, I had no idea who or what I was going to meet. I tried to morph but the idea of what I wanted to morph would not come in to mind, like someone did not want me to morph. "Marco, it's only me." Said a sweet voice in my ear. I spend around, and was looking in to the deep black eyes of a red haired angel. I saw the face and knew it right off. It was F. B.'s face.
" F.....B.....?" I stuttered. "Yes, it's me." She posed and just looked at me, like she did not know what to say, or to do. Which was a first for F. B.
"But how?" I said almost garbing her thankful she was alive, but then knowing in my heart that she was dead.
"Marco I don't know, the last thing I remember was a white light, but I don't have time to talk long. Marco I need your help. I need you to warn my aunt about the Yeerks. But I can't even tell you about them without risking your life too. I just need you to get my aunt away from the Sharing. I can't explain why I have pick you, but I know you can and will. I can't rest in peace until you do." As she said the last words she faded a way. Then she way gone. I was then hit by the feeling of being unsure, like I did not know if I really was going to do what she asked me to do.
I was awoken from my dream by a heavy knock at my door.
"Marco, I've been calling and calling you for the past ten minuets. Come on now, get up and get a shower, you're all sweaty. We have people coming over for dinner," my Dad said as he walked in to my room. I did as he said, cleaned up the pig sty I call my room then headed for the bathroom. It was the second time that day I had taken a shower but I guess I did need it. I reached in the medicine cabinet for a new bar of soap, but when I went to put back the mirror there was writing on it, in red lip stick.
Please, Marco for me. -- F. B. After I read the words, a picture of F. B.'s aunt appeared in the mirror then disappeared. Needless to say I did not take a shower in the upstairs bathroom.