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Five Months Later
A pair of bare feet hung over a bed swinging absentmindedly, attached to said feet was a body groaning from boredom. Sitting at a desk on the other side of the room was Emma Overland, the sound of a pencil scratching against paper emanating from her desk.
"Emma I'm bored, you've been working on homework all weekend. Talk to me Emma," Jack rose up from the bed," Give me attention!"
His whining did nothing to sway Emma who simply continued to solve the algebra problem in front of her.
Seeing that speaking did nothing, he walked over to her and looked over her shoulder at the problems. He pointed to the one she was working on.
"If you solve the equations one at a time before all together it will be faster," he said.
Emma looked at Jack, "But that's not how we learned how to solve it Jack."
"Still, my way's faster, and who was it who aced every math class ever? Me? That's right," he smirked.
He looked over at the pile of homework that littered her desk.
"Geez Em, your teachers are awful, who gives you three essays in two weeks?"
"Ms. Talbot does Jack, it's an honors class, so of course there will be a lot of homework," she responded.
Jack grimaced, "Ugh, Ms. Talbot, that woman is such a bi-"
"Jack, watch your mouth."
He threw up his hands and walked back around his sister's room studying the small animal figurines that sat upon her dresser, and the way everything was so perfectly organized across her window sill. He stared out the window, watching the neighbor kids still relishing in the new patch of snow that had layered across the town. A young boy, Jamie Bennett, and his friends were in the middle of a serious snowball fight.
"Em, why don't you go play with your friends?"
Emma looked at her brother, "Because they're not my friends, they're just some kids who felt sorry for me and would let me stand around them, I don't need pity Jack, I need to get good grades and finish high school. Go to college, make something of my life."
She returned to her work, hoping that her brother wouldn't bring it up again.
"Everyone needs a friend Em."
She slammed her pencil down and turned to yell at her brother.
"Jack I-" she faltered.
He had left.
She returned to the problem at hand, guilty that she had pushed her sibling away, but thankful to finally get of peace to work on her homework.
She lifted the pencil and continued her work, following the advice Jack had given her, and he was right, she did finish the problem faster, she went and checked her answer, finding it correct she went on to the next one.
A sudden thump against her window startled her and she jumped from her seat in fright. She ran over to the window to see what had happened, only to see six teens watching her window in fear that they had angered her. They all raised tentative hands and waved at her, which she returned solemnly before stepping way from the glass and moving back to lay on her bed.
"Maybe I do need some friends," she murmured, placing an arm over her eyes and closing them.
For a moment she thought about joining the group in their fun. But as quickly as it came, the idea fled from her mind and she curled up on the bed, reaching over to grab the poorly sewn pillow that lay on her bed.
It was a simple white cloth with cheap stuffing, but on the outside her name was sewn in in large brown letters. The stitching was messy, and she thought about fixing it for so long, but the more she thought about doing it, the more fearful she became about ruining it. It had been a gift from Jack back when he was in seventh grade and had a class that taught him how to sew.
One of the few things she didn't throw away. Couldn't throw away.
Brown eyes drifted towards the window once more, "Why should I try?"
She curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around herself as wetness began to pool on the purple comforter she lay on.
"No one wants to be friends with a girl whose brother was killed, they're too scared."
The time was only 4:07, but it felt like midnight.
Jack felt a little bad about leaving Emma like that but, sometimes he just didn't understand how teenage girls worked, so moody all the time.
Or maybe it was she kept seeing her dead brother.
He thought carefully for a moment.
No, must be mood swings.
He was currently standing at the top of their house, watching the kids playing in the snow below him. A pang of frustration and envy hit him and he desperately wished he could convince Emma to join them.
Taking a step from his perch, Jack jumped down from the roof and walked over to where the kids played. Envious of their fun, he sat down in the middle of their snowball fight. The group, having been slightly nervous about hitting Emma's window, was beginning to calm down and start up their game again. Balls were thrown and the sound of laughter wafted into Jack's ears.
"Jamie Bennett you cheater!," Pippa, one of the girls with a habit of wearing a green beanie everywhere, shouted.
The boy in question was in the middle of packing together a new ball, upon hearing his name being called he smiled, "How did I cheat Pip?"
Unable to find an answer, Pippa threw the ball in her hand, hitting Jamie directly in the face. Jack couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him, neither could the other four teens who were around.
Soon the six were back to throwing snowballs at each other, and after another hour of watching frozen water attack rosy cheeks, Jack stood up and left just as they decided to build a snowman or two.
Walking down the street icy eyes looked at all the houses and kids playing in the snow. A small smile graced his face looking at children in colorful coats and scarfs building igloos and snowmen with older siblings and parents.
Oh how he wished he could join them.
The seventeen year old continued on his way, moving from the neighborhood towards the shops that were in the middle of town. He passed several stores, taking care to avoid any and all pedestrians walking on the sidewalk, holding extreme dislike for the awful feeling of emptiness that came with someone going through his body.
As he passed a store, something caught his eye.
A pair of ice skates, brown and covered in red and green patterns sat in the display case. So perfectly arranged that Jack couldn't help but imagine how beautiful they would be on Emma's feet. She hadn't been ice skating since... since... well, since the winter before he died.
It was something Jack had been meaning to ask Emma, how he'd died.
The only thing Jack could remember was slowly coming around, finding himself in his room, thinking it was a normal day, heading downstairs to find his house completely empty. He went to open the front door... only to have his hand move through the handle and outside.
Needless to say, Jack had been scared shitless, confused, and completely and utterly alone. When Emma hand their mother had finally returned home, Jack was sitting in her room curled up and shaking. When he heard the door to her room open he could hear a gasp and when he looked up all he knew was that something wasn't right. Emma's face had been a mixture of horror and bafflement, when he stood to ask her what was happening, she had screamed, attracting their mother, and startling Jack into falling backwards and through the wall and outside.
He returned later, and this time Emma had calmed down enough to listen to him.
They had quickly come to the conclusion of him being a ghost.
With that settled, Jack had watched his sister attend her freshman year of school, and what was supposed to be his senior year.
Thinking about everything angered him to no end. And it scared him too, why couldn't he remember anything?
Seeing as he had reached the woods at the edge of the town a sudden rush of emotions hit him.
Terror.
Anger.
Sadness.
So many negative emotions attacked him, and with such a rush of thoughts he screamed.
The first time he had done so since he had woken up five months previous.
His shouts and shrieks rose above the natural sound barrier and it felt as if the trees and buildings around him shook in his wave of anger.
Screaming felt good.
Jack stopped and took a breath.
And screamed again.
And again.
And again.
He screamed until he could see the movement of the world around him falter and warp in his shouts. He could hear tree branches cracking and splintering under the stress he made. He could feel the ground shaking and the building behind him beginning to collapse from the pressure.
When he finally stopped to look around him, more terror gripped him.
Everything within a twenty yard radius of him had been destroyed. Trees were ripped and uprooted from the ground, branches and leaves littering the ground. The building, which thankfully was just an abandoned factory, had the side closest to him fully demolished, brick and stone crumbled underneath his feet as he walked over to see the full damage. Not one pebble had been spared in his fit.
Terrified of what he'd done, Jack stepped back from the broken world around him.
He turned heel and ran, ran to the only place he felt safe.
"Emma! Emma!" his shouts filled the air, along with hysterical sobbing.
"Emma! Emma help me!"
His feet refused to stop until he reached the house his family still lived in.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Small hands reached over to turn off the alarm and stare at the location it presented.
"Ms. Tooth?"
A young woman walked over to where the smaller girl was working. A dozen other girls sitting at identical computers turned to look as well. The young woman, from obvious Indonesian descent with bright amethyst eyes stared at where the girls alarm had shown up.
"What's the location Mini Seven?" she asked.
The girl typed in a few codes before answering.
"A small town called Burgess, Pennsylvania, a sudden spike in paranormal activity occurred at 7:52 p.m. and left a substantial amount of damage to a twenty yard radius. Completely destroying the woods and building nearby. Luckily the area was devoid of any people, so no one was actually harmed," she finished, stealing a look at her superior.
"What's the estimated age of the spirit?"
"Young male, sixteen to nineteen in age, that's all I've been able to decipher with the readings."
Ms. Tooth nodded before straightening herself.
"Alright, Minis One, Two, and Three, contact North, Bunny, and Sandy respectively. Mini Four and Five get a hold of the Boss and let him know I've got a hit. I'm taking the other three and we're headed to Burgess, Pennsylvania as soon as we all meet. The rest of you, continue with your work, if any of the others contact for a different mission, let them know what we are doing," she paused for a moment, "Mini nine, contact Katherine and let her know she's on the backup call for the foreseeable future."
As soon as orders were given, the workers immediately responded with their job. Ms. Tooth left the room and walked down a narrow hallway before grabbing the coffee cup that had been placed on the nearby table. Taking a sip she relished in the sweet taste, knowing that she was going to need a lot more in the upcoming days.
She groaned, "Just one week, we can't go one with without someone dying."
Alright, so I know I said the Guardians wouldn't show until chapter two, but I had the perfect introduction idea for Tooth.
Also for anyone who doesn't know this, cause I see it a lot. Tooth is from Southeast Asia. So I judged that as a human she would be from Indonesia, with dark skin and hair. So yes, Tooth is from Indonesia in this story, in the books it doesn't specify what country she's actually from, just Southeast Asia, so I did a bit of guessing for her character here.
Anyways, more to come soon.
Until next time.
Bye Bye~