A City's Ghost
By: M14Mouse
Summary: In Jack's mind, he is a ghost. He is just waiting for the time he would drift away. This takes place before he meets Z.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
((Jack's POV))
I like the city best when it rains. This fog would just hover over the city's streets and the air would be free of the smoke and grim of the city. The lights from the city would become dim and fading into the sky. The streets are empty because people want to get out of the rain even the homeless. But not me, I would walk in the rain as it fell from the sky. Sometimes, I would stand in one spot and open my arms allowing the rain to take me. I could feel the rain hit my face and neck. Then, I would feel the raindrops pass through me. At one time, it was disconnecting and scary feeling as I would watch raindrops pass through my body. But now, it brings me comfort and peace.
I am a living ghost. I can walk through walls like a normal person would walk through a hallway or an open door. No matter how heavily guarded or how much steel you wrap around it, I could get to it. It is quite a useful gift to survive on the streets. I could have stole one big thing and then live the rest of my life in luxury. But I couldn't do it. I understood the suffering, the pain, and the humiliation of being homeless. I understood how living under the constant threat of gangs, violence, and death could destroy even the strongest person. It wears down on your soul and mind. So, I stole for myself but the other homeless people. They would gather around when I came back for a raid. I could see the grateful expressions in their eyes and faces but I could always see the fear and mistrust.
It is the same fear and mistrust I have seen since I was a child on the streets. The other homeless human parents would keep their kids away from me. They would call me all sorts of names. They throw glass bottles and rocks as I would run away. The homeless aliens were better compare to the human homeless. They would welcome to share their food, warmth, and shelter. I am an unknown and an outcast among the homeless. I would hear the whispers among them.
Freak.
Monster.
Ghost Child.
Death.
That one hurt me the most because I have nothing. Was it really my fault that my parents were gone? Was I curse or evil? Did my power take them away from me? One day when the name calling was really bad, I remember pick up a piece of glass and cutting into my hand to draw blood to show me that I am alive. I watch the blood run my cut and drip onto the ground. I am alive. I am a living and breathing person but yet I am different. I didn't know how to explain it because I don't know where I came from or what I am. I am truly alone. There is nothing I can do about it.
I am a ghost among the shadows, the demons, and the helpless. Maybe one day, the rain would take me away.
The End
A/N: Depressing, isn't it but it is so much fun to write. Hehe. This story came from a list of my story ideas. I am still researching and working on my two longer, multi-parts Power Rangers stories. Blah…Maybe, I get them out before my summer job.
