Hey guys, so this is a two-shot I'm posting. It's a random idea which suddenly popped up while reading one of the fanfics. I really tried to make it more interesting, but...well please review! They are a huge encouragement.

I DO NOT OWN GHOST HUNT.

"Get away from her!" a girl with brown eyes and jet black hair spat in a venomous voice at the man who was slowly backing away from the body on the floor because of the gun pointed at him. The girl was practically shaking with fury. Her eyes didn't just hold pure rage but she was falling apart completely. She felt her heart being torn to pieces the instant she realized it was the body of her mother on the floor.

"M-Miho, listen to me, it was a mis-mistake..." the man stammered out weakly. His whole attention was on the gun pointed at him. He knew his end was very near; it would be a miracle if he would get out of this one alive. The girl couldn't cry, not anymore. She went through hell all her 16 years, but the only hope she had was her mother. Nothing mattered more to her than her mother's 'hang on in there, everything will fall into place' when she tried to commit suicide. No, it wasn't her who held on, it was her mother who held on and pulled her along. What was left now? Who would pull her now?

"You finally did it, didn't you? You killed her," she spat at her father. She would be damned if she referred to him as her father.

"Miho, let's just talk for a second..." he tried weakly and took a step forward.

BANG

There was a gaping hole in his chest and his black shirt started to turn even darker near his chest. He took another step forward.

BANG! BANG!

Two more gun shots were heard and one more lifeless body has been added to the house. The gun fell, the metal making a loud noise as it touched the wooden floor.

"Miho, I heard a loud bang from-" The neighboring woman stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she spotted the two bodies on the floor. And she screamed her lungs out. Miho, who seemed to have recovered from her trance, realized her current position and ran out of the house, started her car and drove as fast as she could. No one could stop her now. No one was left to stop her.

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"Noll, this map doesn't make any sense," Gene whined, tilting the map in every direction he could while balancing his cell phone between his ear and his collarbone. He had been walking on this god awful road for an hour and all he could see was a lake and the road which leads to God-Knows-Where.

"I don't even know what you are useful for anymore," Noll sighed from the other side of the line. Gene rolled his eyes.

"Noll, you are awful at giving directions, just admit it," Gene said.

"It's because you hardly listen to me while I'm explaining," Noll declared plainly.

"Whatever, just hang up. I will find it on my own," Gene said. Before he could say his goodbye, Noll already hung up.

"Idiot scientist," Gene muttered, returning his cell phone to his pocket.

Miho had been driving for the past four hours and she was exhausted. She didn't even know why and where she was driving to, when she could just reveal everything to the police and spend the rest of her life in jail. It's not like she could just go back home to her always smiling mother. Her mother always smiled despite the scars covering her hands and face.

Miho's eyes started to droop and the steering wheel was rotating by itself as her grip on it loosened. She felt her mother hugging her and telling her to not lose sight of the path she chose. It all felt so real that Miho failed to register that a boy was about to cross the road to catch his flying map even though she saw him, because she was balancing herself on the thin line between dream and reality.

The car jerked suddenly and she came to a sudden halt, now completely awake. She also heard a soft thud moments after she came to a halt. Her heart was racing a million miles per second. She prayed to God, to let it not be what she was assuming it to be. Her eyes were blurry because of her fear and exhaustion combined. She could make out a lump, a few feet away from the car. She knew what it was but she refused to accept it unless she could see it more clearly. She slowly opened her door and walked towards the lump. As she got closer and closer, she could see that the lump had a rhythmic rise and fall to its surface and as she got even closer she could make out the body of the lump. A boy no older than her was lying in front of her, barely breathing, his body covered in cuts.

Miho's eyes went wide with shock and she stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. When the boy turned his head in her direction, deep blue eyes met dark brown. The girl got up hurriedly and fled to her car. She closed her door and clutched her hair hard. She had no idea what to do. If she left him here, it would be a bad idea. He saw her face and she would be behind bars in no time. But if she killed him and threw him in the lake there wouldn't be a problem. Yes, that would be a perfect idea and no one would find out. What difference did it make anyway? She already killed a person, and she was going to kill another. No big deal. She doesn't have a mother to deal with if she did anything wrong.

Determined, Miho held the steering wheel in a tight grip and accelerated towards the boy on the ground.

SSCCRREEEECCHH!

The car came to a halt. She had the wheel in a death grip and rested her head on it. The boy lay breathing just a few inches away from the front wheel. She knew from the very start that she couldn't do it. She remembered her mother smiling at her while washing the dirty dishes, her long black hair shining in the sunlight, her brown eyes, her sweet smell and most importantly she remembered the deep blue orbs of the boy which held the same warmth as that of her mother. She once again got out of her car with shaky legs and walked towards the boy; he was still breathing and was now looking at her with a small serene smile on his lips as if thanking her. She couldn't control herself anymore. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she fell on her knees, scooped the boy up and started to cry uncontrollably, repeating 'I'm sorry' every now and then.

Gene let her cry as long as she wanted in spite of the sharp and stabbing pains all over his body. He knew she needed to let it out, even though he didn't know what could have put her in such a state. He remained quiet till she calmed down, even though he wanted to comfort her and tried to move his arm, he was awarded by a mind blowing ache. When she calmed down, he finally spoke.

"I-I hate to ruin the moment but, c-could we continue this after we did s-something about the wounds," he breathed out weakly. Miho just blinked, forgetting all that happened because of the casualness in his statement.

I forgot to mention! About the story 'Haunted' since I'm not getting proper reviews, I feel that the story is not really interesting. As a result I wrote up to three chapters and lost interest. I will be updating it whenever I feel motivated, but if anybody wants an early chapter, do PM me.

Have a good day!