(Sorry if the ratings are off XD;; WOO whaddyu think?)
A ghost is a ghost and a ghost is very dangerous to one whos soul is nearly leaking out his ears. Dead things are intensely dangerous to the living ones around them, the imbalance of life and death creating chaos as it fights for equilibrium. But who could have thought a living being, a tiny, shrivled old woman, could have been so deadly?
Hanna's elbow scraped along the pavement as he fell, the marker clacking down the shallow hill. He didn't see where it landed in the darkness, eyes too far behind him, too occupied watching the figure watching him from hardly a pace away.
He lost no time in scrambling to his feet, craddling his bleeding, torn arm as he forced himself out of the alley. He could still hear her cackle, still see the light wafting off her in waves, the smell of death and the scream--
CAR.
He shouted in surprise as the tires squealed angrily, the smell of rubber meeting his nose. He ignored the vulgarities as he raced past them and down the thankfully not deserted street.
Shoot, damn it! They couldn't see him like this! Somebody would call the cops, or worse!
Right, yes, another alley. Just had to get home, and--
SWEET MOTHER when did he get in front of him?!
Hanna cried out as a twisted hand shot for him, wrapping into the clothe of his shirt. He tugged hard, trying to free himself from the vice-grip as the bright eyes lurched closer. He yanked hard once, pulling them both closer to the lamplight. Yellow shined down onto the redhead and his captor, though the boy refused to gaze upwards.
He finally worked the pale green fingers free as a dark hiss met his ears. God, it felt like he was right there--
He didn't look up, only spun on his heel and was gone, around the corner.
He pushed himself faster, glancing behind him now and then. Conrad, yes. Conrad was already dead, Conrad was a vampire, Conrad could--
--Would lock his door and hide under his bed.
TONI! Toni wa a werewolf and strong and--
--Probably across town at practice.
Hanna's lungs burned angrily as he gazed down a side street before hesitantly heading down it. A ladder, perfect. He pulled it down, eyes darting around him as he scrambled up onto the fire escape, the ladder following. He crawled silently up two flights before the figure came into view, and he froze in his tracks, hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing.
His follower seemed to be having difficultied. His leg dragged behind slightly, an arm shaking violently. It jerked back now and then, but he ignored it, shuffling forward. He stopped just below the fire escape, glowing red eyes darting around. A low hiss travelled up to Hanna, who's breathing had stopped completely. He could smell him, he knew where the boy was--
--OhmyGod he was right.
The eyes locked onto him an instant later, slack features going taught as he spotted his prey. His good arm move up to the ladder, throwing it down so hard it embedded into the pavement.
Hanna whimpered loudly, throwing himself up the next few flights until he came to the roof, racing to the other side away from the stairs. Shit, shitshitshit now where? No door, there wasn't a fucking door, there wasn't a way to get down and--
"Haaannnnnnaaa...."
His breath caught in his throat. Please, he begged, please pleaseplease no...
He turned slowly, jaw quivering as his eyes met the figure standing opposite him.
"..... T-Travis?" he whispered. There came no response as he faced him. He ran a hand over his own chest, beginning to shake when he felt something under his shirt, tucked into the side of his pants. Oh, where the Hell--?
He pulled out his hammer slowly, the top glowing brightly. He hesitated in aiming it, both hands gripping it until his knuckles turned white.
The zombie's red eyes flickered to the seal momentarily before settling back onto Hanna's face. He shuffled forward, and the redhead pressed himself back against the edge of the rooftop, glancing out at the street far below.
"... I-I'll use it--" he shouted. "Stop. J-just stop!" The end came out as a plea, but his begging went unheard as the figure closed the distance between them. ".... P-please! I kn-know you can hear me! I know you're still--" But the green face never changed as it came near the bright lamplight from below. Six steps, five... four... "Please... Please, please..." Three... Two...
Stop.