Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own 13 Ghosts, but I really wish I did. I only own my OC characters, Beck (based on myself), Kat, Kay, Ami, and D.
"You can see us?" asked the older of the two males.
"I can see you 'cuz I'm part necromancer," I nodded, "but D's only a sorcerer, he can cast spells, but he can't see the dead."
"What do you mean?" the child asked, head cocked to the side cutely.
"We're not human," D said, looking around as if trying to find the source of the sound. I rolled my eyes before turning him in the right direction. Normally, he couldn't even hear ghosts, much less see them, but I figured it was the spells on the walls. Nat had told me that spells could do anything, assuming you used the right one in the correct way.
"We're supernaturals," I added at the ghost's confused faces, "like I said, D's a spell caster, so he can't see you, but I can since I'm half necromancer, half werewolf."
"Werewolf?" questioned the young woman with all the cuts who I noted wasn't wearing clothing.
"Yes," I nodded, "though, I'm a special one because I have three forms. An actual wolf one, my human one, which you see now, and one that looks kind of like Hollywood's version of a werewolf. You know, with a body structure of a human, but all furry, with ears, a tail, and a muzzle full of sharp teeth."
"So what about this necomaners thing?" the older guy asked and I growled slightly. If there was one thing that really pissed me off, it as someone, alive or dead, mispronouncing necromancer.
"That's necromancer," I told the ghosts, "necros can both see the dead and shove souls back into corpses…at least the really strong one can. I can't and I don't have any intention of doing so, no matter what Nathanial says."
"Who's Nathanial?" the girl that had been silent until now, the bound one, asked.
"Nat's a ghost, but he was a necromancer in life," D took over the explaining, "He's been helping us learn to use our gifts so that we don't lose control and hurt someone or expose our kind to the world."
"If you don't wish people to know, why are you telling us?" the naked girl asked and D and I looked at each other. It was a good question….too bad I didn't have a good answer to go with it.
"Well, it's not like many people can see ghosts," I finally said, "and most of the ones who can are either shaman or necromancers, and neither group will actually say that they can see ghosts as it is, for fear of exposure or being put into a mental hospital."
"How did you get here?" the child asked, taking a step closer to myself and D before the naked girl pulled him back.
"D's truck broke down and we, us and our friends, thought we could get some help here. It wasn't until we got in here that I smelled that not living human had been here for a bit," I answered.
"What do you mean by smell?" the older guy asked, swinging his baseball bat.
"How about actually introducing your selves first?" D grumbled. I figured he was pissed that he couldn't see the ghosts and they were really only asking me questions, not him. I tried not to smirk.
"D's right," I nodded, "I'm Becky, and this is Dillon, but we all call him D. What about you guys?"
"I'm the Torn Prince," the older boy said before pointing to the naked girl, "this is the Angry Princess, the Bound Woman, and the First Born Son."
"Real name would be nice," I rolled my eye before the child spoke up.
"I'm Billy, this is Susan, Dana, and Royce," he, Billy said with a slight smile, pointing from himself, to the bound woman, to the naked woman, to the guy with the baseball bat.
"Nice to met you," I smiled, shoving D so he'd say something but sending him into the wall instead.
"That hurt, Beck," he growled, getting up as I covered my mouth to keep the giggles down.
"Sorry," I smirked, "forgot about the enhanced strength again."
"No kidding," he sighed angrily.
"You said you had friends here as well," Dana said, pulling attention to herself, "where are they?"
"Kay wanted food," I said, a sense of dread rising in my gut, "so they headed to the kitchen. Why do you ask?"
"Wait," D raised his hand in front of him as if trying to defend himself, "just how many ghosts are here other then you guys?"
"In total," Royce said, "12."
"Am I right to say that not all of the others are as friendly as you four?" I think the fear for my friends' lives was clear obvious as the four ghosts quickly decided that they'd help us find our friends.
"I'll go with the girls," D said, "you go with the guys." I nodded after a slight pause.
"Just ignore whatever he says," I whispered to the two female ghosts, "D's got a bad habit of thinking what he says is golden. It's not, but none of us have had the heart to tell him other wise."
"Good luck," I called to D before he left with Susan and Dana, "don't get the girls get hurt. Oh, and don't get yourself hurt either."
"Thanks for the concern," he yelled back and I grinned innocently.
"So you're a werewolf?" Royce asked as I headed out with him and Billy.
"Only half," I said, "but I have the full strength of one. Same goes for speed and other abilities."
"Like what?" Billy asked with wide eyes.
"The normal wolf form, as I said before," I counted things off on my fingers, "the strength and the speed. Plus my sense of smell is way better the average, as is my hearing and sight, I needed glasses until my first change. . Though, a lot of those things aren't that great."
"How so?" Royce undoubtedly thought that enhanced strength and speed were good things. I'd thought that too, before I'd learned the truth about them.
"You saw me push D back there, right?" I sighed, "Well, if a normal person did the same thing exactly like I did, he wouldn't have been shoved to the ground. I've got to watch everything I do to make sure I don't hurt someone by accident."
"But I bet you're good at sports," I growled as Royce said it, frustrated with having to explain something I though I'd already made clear.
"If I get carried away, I could reveal what I am, something that can't happen for many reasons," I told the two males with me, "most I can't actually tell you, so don't ask."
"So, you and D dating or something?" I paused in my walking to look at the teenaged ghost in shock.
"God no," I couldn't help laughing, "If we were, he'd be long dead. And I'm not kidding."
"So you just hang out 'cuz your supernaturals?" I felt the need to hit Royce, but experience had taught me that I couldn't hurt ghosts….at least not too badly.
"Well, sort of," I finally said, "see, most types of supernaturals need to monitor their emotional state so they don't accidentally cast a spell or change into a wolf when around people. D and I aren't so good at it yet, so we need to keep an eye on each other. It's that, or face what happened when he found out what he was."
"What happened?" Billy asked and I couldn't stop the giggles that slipped out.
"Some ass hole was dissing one of his friends, so he got really piss," I snickered, "I was standing at the microwave with two of my friends who we're looking for, and the guy doing the dissing was in front of the thing. D glanced at the microwave, and the next second, the door swung open and what was inside splashed all over the jerk.
D was so freaked he rushed out of the cafeteria as fast a he could," I continued as we turned down another hallway, "I followed him the first chance I got and convinced him to go outside with me. Outside, I told him what he was and I honestly thought he was going to shit a brick. It wasn't until I showed him my powers that he believed me." I raised my left hand that I'd changed into a slightly furry, clawed hand you see on Hollywood's movies about werewolves.
"Wow," Royce breathed, "that's….weird."
"Oh, thanks," I snickered, "like I didn't know that already."
"So it was before that when you found out what you were?" Billy voiced and I smiled slightly.
"About two weeks before I found out what D was, I had my first change," I said, "and believe me when I say that the change is so not fun, it's painful as all crap. Nat once told me that most werewolves actually die during the change because it's so painful."
"That's sad," Billy said, looking at me with big, sad eyes.
"Well, by this point, I've gotten used to it," I grinned sheepishly, "it still hurts like a bitch 'cuz my brain is still going with the hole "this isn't possible" train of thought, but the pain's dulled a fair bit."
"HELP!" I think all of us jumped at least a foot in the air at the loud female scream that came from just a few halls away.
This is to celebrate my finished, and hopefully passing, the first of my three exams!
Royce: And she should be studying for two more
Shut up! It's English and math, how can I fail, I'm great at both?
Dana: She'll not going to listen, so just let her fail.
Thank—Hey, that's not nice.
Royce: *as me and Dana start to fight in back* Please R&R, Shiro loves reading your reviews, they give her the will to keep writing.