Yay. Chapter two is up!

Chapter 2

"Is it really necessary to scream?" The boy asked, calmly as ever.

"Well, let me see. I was just attacked by some THING,I'm holding a swordthat popped out from my bracelet, and now there's a random boy here telling me I'll be helpful. I might be acting like a girl, because I am one, but I think it was very necessary to scream!"

The boy just laughed. "Guess that makes sense."

"I'll say this again...WHAT IS GOING ON!?" I spat at him.

"Oh feisty." He chuckled. He seemed to be enjoying himself. "Ok, guess you deserve an explanation. My names Elliot, Soul Purifier number 2."

"Soul Purifier? Number 2?"

"Yup, that's me. Seems you ancestor was a Soul Purifier too, like my ancestors."

My...ancestors?

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Must we discuss this in the open, with our guards down, exposed?"

"Oh right how silly of me!" I said sarcastically. "How about we go to my house?"

"Perfect!" He cheered.

"What-wait I was kidding! You think me or my Dad will let a complete stranger, boy, in our house?"

He shrugged. "Then you would rather be clueless to why ghost will be attacking you." He said holding his hand up. A blast of light shot from his palm, then disappeared. A little glowing ball fell from the sky, and landed on the floor.

"Ok." I shivered. "Then you will have to straighten everything out."

"That won't be necessary." He smirked "What street do you live on."

I eyed him curiously. "Bregthen street, 101. Why-" But he grabbed me around my waist, and took off. He was running at amazing speed, not normal for teenage boys. What are these drugs doing to teen boys hormones? Less than 5 minutes we were outside my house.

"Ok warn me before you do that." I huffed. He still had his arms around my waist. "Um..I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this to Dad..."

He laughed again. He apparently did that a lot, and every laugh sent waves of blushes through my face. "Don't worry, I'll be waiting in your room. Just get up there ASAP."

"What?" But he was already in a tree.

"I'll climb, duh." He smirked, as he hopped through my open bedroom window. When did I open that window?

I sighed helplessly. What was going on? What happened to my normal life? Well, where ever it went, I'm glad its gone! This un-normal event wasn't what I had in mind, but beggers can't be choosers. I opened the door, and prepared for the flow of simonanious questions.

"ZOEY!" My Dad screamed. "Where were you? It shouldn't have taken you that long to make it home!!"

"D-Dad calm down! I-I took a trip..through the park! Yeah, through the town park."

He glared down at me. "And why do you have a sword in you hands?"

I looked down at my hands. There was the sword from the bracelet, good going Zoey. I mentally kicked myself.

"Oh this? Well, I found it at the park, and though I should take it home! I didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands and risk anyone's life. Hehe."

He still glared at me.

"And you though carrying it around, would get YOU in trouble? What if a cop seen you?"

"Dad!" I sighed. "I'm a teenager, I can take care of myself! Right now I think I'll go lay down for a while. Ballet really killed my legs."

His eyes stalked me as I walked upstairs. I quickly shut my door behind me and slid on the floor. "Jeez, that was hard."

I looked up at my window. There was the boy, Elliot. Now that there was light, I could see him more clearly. He looked like the boy I had seen at school the first day. He was way cuter than I remembered. Black spiky hair and dark mysterious eyes. He could clearly tell that I was gawking at him, and decided to break me from it.

"So, you calm yet?" He asked.

"Who said I wasn't?"

He chuckled. "Doesn't matter. Anyway lets get down to bussniess."

I looked at him confused. Elliot puffed out his chest and took a breath of air.

"Ms. Zoey Mateon, you are the new Soul purifier number 1." He said in a deep, but still comedic voice.

"A-what?"

"The new Soul purifier." He said again, his tone getting louder every word.

"Ok jeez, do you wan't my Dad to come up here? What the heck is a 'Soul purifier?'"

He sighed. "Must I go through the whole thing with you?"

I glared at him. "I duno, maybe I could just let the demons eat me if you want!"

He grumbled. "A Soul Purifier, also known as a S.P, is a being who purifies the spirits in the human world. Theses spirits were, you can say, 'casted out' from both heaven and hell. As a result, they stay on earth and cause monstrous trouble. We S.P.'s are the only beings who can purify them, so they can be sent to heaven. The powers of S.P's have been past down through generations, along with the Purified, "Heaven's Weapon."

I looked down in my hands, at the sword.

"Precisely. That's S.P number 1's Heaven's Weapon."

"Whoa whoa whoa buddy!"

"Elliot." He corrected, trying to be funny.

"Elliot." I repeated. "Aren't they just ghost?"

"Nope. Ghost are spirits who can not find the gate way to heaven or hell. Theses spirits can go to either on purpose, not because loss of direction. And these spirits are really something! You wouldn't believe what I've seen-"

"Ok, ok! So how come I'm 'S.P number 1?'"

"Well, you family of Mateons just happened to be the first S.P's. The title is passed down, and is now at you."

"So, my mother was a Soul Purifier?"

"If you Dads last name isn't Mateon, then yes."

"Then, that must be..." How my Mom died.

"Well, lets call it a day." He stretched, walking towards the window.

"WAIT! There's a lot left of explanations for you to do!"

"Tomorrows another day!" And he jumped out the window.

Her life ain't so normal now, is it?