The Ghost of You and Me
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE SONG OR CHARACTERS!!!
'I've seen a lot of broken hearts pass me by, like phantom ships, lost
at sea, Inside I know one of them is mine' were the thoughts of
Trunks, a young man of about 21. As he watched the candle upon his
table flicker, if it were to go out, he would be left in darkness, his
body joining his soul in the dark void of oblivion. He looked out the
window, out into the fog, which haunts the ground, just as his loss
haunts him, everywhere he goes. No matter what he did, he couldn't let
go. And neither can the restless should of the one he once called
'lover', the spirit of her still haunts him. He cannot take his eyes
off of that fog. In his mind it gathered to form the figure of his
once beloved, Pan. No, it is not just in his mind, but also in
actuality! 'This cant be real', he thought to himself, as he shook his
head, then looked back out to the mist, the ghostly figure came
closer. He yearned for it, yet he also feared it. He wanted to touch
it, yet he couldn't. Suddenly the figure disappears, and hr heard the
handle to the locked door jostle. He jumped, and his attention
suddenly turned upon the door. He was scared, but got up anyway, and
walked across the hardwood floors and reach the door. He hesitated
with one hand on the knob.
"Trunks,..." calls an eccohey voice he recognized as his desist
beloved. He suddenly froze, eyes wide with shock, and longing. He
quickly opened the door. And much to his surprise was not the smoky
figure he saw form through his window, but a flesh and blood figure of
Pan.
"Hello Trunks" She said in a voice as silky as before.
"Hello.Pan," he said, holding back tears.
"I never got to tell you goodbye, Trunks." Said Pan, circling Trunks,
she stopped in front of him, touching a hand to his cheek. He went to
put his hand upon hers, finding only his own cheek. This shocked him.
Pan continued in her speech.
"But now I have the chance," Pan finished.
"No. No, Pan, please, I don't want you to leave." pleaded Trunks.
"I must.Goodbye, Pan," the tears that had been threatening to escape
for so long finally poured.
"PAN!" scram Trunks.
"Of coarse, Trunks dear," Pan said in an evil seductive tone, "you
could join me." Trunks backed away.
"You-you aren't Pan!!! Pan would NEVER want me to die!!!" said Trunks,
voice filled with panic, as the ghost of Pan, pulled out a very real
saber. Trunks tripped over his cat, which hissed and ran, while he
fell hard on the ground.
"C'mon, Trunks,....you wanted to be with me before, why not now?" the
ghost came closer, then kneeled by his side. The cat hissed more as
the ghost of Pan passed it. Pan then stared dead straight at the cat.
The cat then, dropped dead on the spot.
"Hahaha!" laughed Pan evily,...
Trunks backed away from the mad ghost, just as Pan turned back to him.
"Please Trunks, don't make this any harder than it needs to be. Just
think, we can be together again, as we always were, as we always will
be." she said, gliding the saber along Trunks' neck,...
Trunks barely let out a breath as he watched the saber glide along his
flesh, un-scathing him, but dangerously close
"Mmn, how I have been waiting for this moment.killing you will be a
pleasure!" Pan smirked as she rose the saber above her head, ready to
strike it down upon him, when suddenly the 'skin' upon the figure of
Pan seemed to 'melt' showing ivory colored bone, which inturn, turned
to dust, wavering there in the air, and exploded, and at that moment,
a very sweaty Trinks awoke. All that happened was dream, much to his
relief. He looked over to his beside table where a picture of him and
Pan lay. He reached out a hand, and was about to flip the picture over
when he saw the eyes of Pan in the picture glow.
"It's your time to die!" Drolled Pan's voice from the other side of
the bed, and just as Trunks looked to Pan; death took him, as she
brought down the saber, striking him in the heart. Instant death.
The End
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Yeah, I know that sucked bigtime!!! ^___^ lol!!!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE SONG OR CHARACTERS!!!
'I've seen a lot of broken hearts pass me by, like phantom ships, lost
at sea, Inside I know one of them is mine' were the thoughts of
Trunks, a young man of about 21. As he watched the candle upon his
table flicker, if it were to go out, he would be left in darkness, his
body joining his soul in the dark void of oblivion. He looked out the
window, out into the fog, which haunts the ground, just as his loss
haunts him, everywhere he goes. No matter what he did, he couldn't let
go. And neither can the restless should of the one he once called
'lover', the spirit of her still haunts him. He cannot take his eyes
off of that fog. In his mind it gathered to form the figure of his
once beloved, Pan. No, it is not just in his mind, but also in
actuality! 'This cant be real', he thought to himself, as he shook his
head, then looked back out to the mist, the ghostly figure came
closer. He yearned for it, yet he also feared it. He wanted to touch
it, yet he couldn't. Suddenly the figure disappears, and hr heard the
handle to the locked door jostle. He jumped, and his attention
suddenly turned upon the door. He was scared, but got up anyway, and
walked across the hardwood floors and reach the door. He hesitated
with one hand on the knob.
"Trunks,..." calls an eccohey voice he recognized as his desist
beloved. He suddenly froze, eyes wide with shock, and longing. He
quickly opened the door. And much to his surprise was not the smoky
figure he saw form through his window, but a flesh and blood figure of
Pan.
"Hello Trunks" She said in a voice as silky as before.
"Hello.Pan," he said, holding back tears.
"I never got to tell you goodbye, Trunks." Said Pan, circling Trunks,
she stopped in front of him, touching a hand to his cheek. He went to
put his hand upon hers, finding only his own cheek. This shocked him.
Pan continued in her speech.
"But now I have the chance," Pan finished.
"No. No, Pan, please, I don't want you to leave." pleaded Trunks.
"I must.Goodbye, Pan," the tears that had been threatening to escape
for so long finally poured.
"PAN!" scram Trunks.
"Of coarse, Trunks dear," Pan said in an evil seductive tone, "you
could join me." Trunks backed away.
"You-you aren't Pan!!! Pan would NEVER want me to die!!!" said Trunks,
voice filled with panic, as the ghost of Pan, pulled out a very real
saber. Trunks tripped over his cat, which hissed and ran, while he
fell hard on the ground.
"C'mon, Trunks,....you wanted to be with me before, why not now?" the
ghost came closer, then kneeled by his side. The cat hissed more as
the ghost of Pan passed it. Pan then stared dead straight at the cat.
The cat then, dropped dead on the spot.
"Hahaha!" laughed Pan evily,...
Trunks backed away from the mad ghost, just as Pan turned back to him.
"Please Trunks, don't make this any harder than it needs to be. Just
think, we can be together again, as we always were, as we always will
be." she said, gliding the saber along Trunks' neck,...
Trunks barely let out a breath as he watched the saber glide along his
flesh, un-scathing him, but dangerously close
"Mmn, how I have been waiting for this moment.killing you will be a
pleasure!" Pan smirked as she rose the saber above her head, ready to
strike it down upon him, when suddenly the 'skin' upon the figure of
Pan seemed to 'melt' showing ivory colored bone, which inturn, turned
to dust, wavering there in the air, and exploded, and at that moment,
a very sweaty Trinks awoke. All that happened was dream, much to his
relief. He looked over to his beside table where a picture of him and
Pan lay. He reached out a hand, and was about to flip the picture over
when he saw the eyes of Pan in the picture glow.
"It's your time to die!" Drolled Pan's voice from the other side of
the bed, and just as Trunks looked to Pan; death took him, as she
brought down the saber, striking him in the heart. Instant death.
The End
________________________
Yeah, I know that sucked bigtime!!! ^___^ lol!!!