Tears of a Ghost Whisperer.

Chapter 1: Hunting the gifted.

I don't own Paranorman.

Luana pov

I ran through a dark forest. The angry spirit of a young falsely accused warlock was after me. I reached into my bag and grabbed a ghost net. Why Salem? Of all the places to be assigned. I mean, come on. Of course this place is haunted.

Whoa, let me go back. My name is Virtra Luana Moon. But, people call me Luana. I'm eleven and everyone in my family were ghost hunters. I say "were" because I'm the only one left. Any way, a few days ago I was called and asked to investigate the forest behind some old rich lady's house. Her ancestor's had accused a young boy of being a necromancer. When they couldn't prove it the judge let him go, but the family hunted him down and hanged him themselves. I would have turned her down, if she hadn't mentioned that he was after her six year old granddaughter.

So there I was and he was really grumpy. I hid behind a tree and waited. When he was alive, the boy was just like me. He could see, hear, and feel the dead. That's right. Feel. They can touch stuff. Including, if they have the power, people. I heard him coming and, again, tried to reason with him. "I know what they did was unforgivable. But, she's just a kid. She has nothing to do with them." I yelled so my voice would bounce and be untraceable. "She will grow into another one of them." he growled in return. My breath caught, literally as he passed through my tree and started choking me. I tried to fight him off. But, wasn't doing a very good job. I saw black on the edges of my vision. I decided to try playing dead. I let my head fall to my chest and my eyes close. I went as limp as I could and felt his grip loosen. It took all my will power not to gasp and cough for breath. Then, I heard a loud smack and was dropped to the ground. I did gasp as he let go and opened my eyes. My boyfriend was standing over the boy.

Before, you ask, no, my boyfriend didn't have the power. He died the year before this story. But, he swore to my mom on her death bed that he would always protect me. So, after he died, he stayed.

Back on track, Alex walked away from the recovering ghost and helped me up. "You should have called sooner." he said before pulling me into a tight hug. "Sorry." I murmured. I returned my focus to the boy. I walked to his side, the hit a simmered him down a bit, and sat next to him. "Look, I know how you feel. I got crap like that all the time. I'm have the power, too. Remember? But, you can't take what happened to you out on her. If you do, you're no better then they were. You won't feel avenged, the guilt will never leave you. This is wrong, and you know it. Go home. Gather your mom, she's waiting for you, she'll show you the way."

I stood and he watched me in shock. "Come on, we'll walk with you."

Unknown pov

I glared down at my list of names. I pulled out my quill and dipped it in the bleeding wound of the boy at my feet and scratched out his name. Marius Trick: terminated. My partner smirked at the boy on the ground. His now hollow eyes stared up at me in shock and fear. "That's one more of you freaks dead." growled Jacobs. I rolled my eyes and looked at him "Who's next?" he pulled a stack of photos out of his pocket and shuffled them before fanning them out. I pulled out two. On one was a boy who had bright blue eyes and hair that stood strait up defying gravity. He wore a lopsided smile, like he didn't want to be where ever he was. The next was a small annoyed looking girl with golden brown hair and neon green eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was looking away from the camera.

I flipped them over. "Norman Babcock and Virtra Moon." I said tossing him the photos to get a look at the targets. He examined them and got that twisted grin that always meant blood. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Halloween?" I growled and rolled my eyes again. I hate my job.