Broken Pieces

One night...

For me it was nothing but an ordinary night…
Oh, who am I kidding? In all my years, this had to be the worst night of my damn life.
I mean, I would have died of boredom if I wasn't a spirit.

It was a frosty ebony night.
Everything was silence now.

Earlier, I lost yet another host, but that's what I get for picking a body for action; they always find a quick way to die. This one had been involved in some gang business, not that I ever paid much attention. I only ever cared about his soul, not his life or hopes or dreams or anything else of that other human nonsense.

Whatever it was though, it was big. The crashing of a door awoke me from my lengthy slumber, as well as his own. Quickly, we were in some decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of town, flanked by familiar strangers. Ragged breathe formed swirling white dragons in the heavy air. There was a click of a gun. Then, before they knew it…

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Everyone was dead.

Crimson covered the deathly still bodies and the dusty dirt track.
There were nine of them, including my own pitifully empty vessel.
A couple of dark figures flashed past the corpses, taking one of the less beat up vehicles as a getaway car. It was nothing usual. Nothing I'd never seen before.

I sighed, this meant I had to find another soul to worm my way into.
For this was all I was; a parasite, a being that lived off a host, damned for all eternity.
It was bloody depressing thought. But I'll live with it I guess.

I pondered about where to go, who to seek…
Old people often lived quiet, uneventful lives meaning I could happily sleep away in the remainder of their soul's life. That would be good enough for me. I soared into the night sky and headed back towards the town. Trees dispersed and houses started to cluster together.

From afar I could hear crying, a child crying.
I stopped. I'm not sure why I did. It was like the sound resonated in my ears, making them ring, evoking something that I thought I didn't possess, emotion. And then, as if against my will own free will, I swooped down towards the cry. I found the source, a small human girl sat beside the window crying at the sky. She looked at me and her tears stopped.

Then, for some reason I will never understand, she smiled at me and extended her hand.

A/N:
Alrighty, well this was inspired by a song called Broken Pieces and the
spirit/host relationship that features in Yu-Gi-Oh! So I wrote this… And well,
this is the result…
I hope you liked it enough to bother with a quick review- I really do appreciate
them.
I am planning to continue with this and hope to update soon. :)

Until then!