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Secret Diary of Ghost 11

I'm returning for another visit with Ghost 11, it's been almost a month since I've last interacted with him. Unfortunately, or fortunately seeing as how our last tryst had ended, I won't alone this session. Jake, an arrogant, self-centered jackass, tagged along for the ride. I've had to write what I remembered this time, since there was no way I could make a copy with Jake looming over my shoulder the entire time...

Session Two: Monster

I continue to remain seated, albeit a bit farther from his cell than the previous sessions, and watch as Jake hovers around the annoyed ghost. I hate Jake. I wish Frost hadn't practically forced me to endure four hours with the pain in the ass. If Jake didn't constantly have that little 'I'm-better-that-you' attitude all day and night, I might, and that a pretty tiny might, have considered being nice to him every now and then. But that goddamn attitude of his can sour anyones day.

He circles the cell, tapping a few times against the glass to get a reaction from Ghost 11, and final pauses in front of me, back towards me and completely blocking my view.

"I'm surprised you haven't figured anything out, Abigail."

'Yeah, well I'm surprised you remembered my name,' I think darkly, rolling my eyes at his tone of voice. It's uppity, filled with arrogance, and he's obviously trying to get me upset. I stand from the chair and shrug my shoulders, intentionally clipping his shoulder with my notepad. "What can I say, he's a tough cookie to crack."

He scoffs and mutters something under his breath. I ignore it and briefly skim Ghost 11's appearance. He's standing in the center of his room, in a position I've never really seen him in. Slightly hunched over, legs parted and firmly planted on the floor, his hands are by his side, but they seem tense, and his eyes wild, clouded by some... ominous emotion. I pull away, discretely, and write a few things in the pad.

Jake sighs, "What a waste of time. If I had been placed to watch this... monster, I would have been done the first month." I continue writing, but glare at the older brunette. He paces around cell and clicks his tongue against his teeth. "I can't believe you haven't picked up on the fact that its obviously insane. An asylum patient."

I lull my head towards his direction, "I'm not stupid. You're right, it is very noticeable, and Frost already knows that little bit of information, so there is no need to repeat it to him." I see Jake's jaw clench. Point for me, zip for Jake. Pushing aside the hateful stare of Jake, I brush the loose strands of hair from my face and debate on my next action. I decide to stroke Jake's ego, "A month, huh? Then let me see you're magic."

I glance down at the wristwatch, less than two hours to go until the doors open again. Taking my seat again, I notice the air around Jake suddenly shifts He smirks and stares briefly at me before returning his full attention towards the caged ghost.

The room is quiet for awhile and when Jake suddenly pounds against the glass, I can't help but jump. "What's your name."

My eyes dart to the crazed looking man and I try to read his expression, but like usual it gives nothing away. His posture seems to grow even more rigid as his discomfort becomes more apparent. My stare drops to his hands and I notice that his talons begin to twitch, almost as if he ready to strike. I vaguely hear Jake repeat the question, with a more authoritative tone and the addition of another hard slap against the glass. With my eyes are still glued to the prisoner, I see his jaw clench and he jumps at the man, the noise of his sharp claws screeching against the glass fills the basement.

I flinch and briefly steal a glance at Jake. His own annoyance can be read of his face like an open book. Looking back at Ghost 11, I catch him giving off a satisfied smirk and I can feel my stomach turn at the sight of those unsightly decaying teeth.

I suppress my own smirk from making itself known and watch as Jake curses at the lunatic in the box. His eyes abruptly turn towards me, anger and humiliation clearly visible, and he points an accusing finger at me, a silent command for me to keep quiet or possibly daring me to make a taunting comment. I break contact and stare at the ghost. He's grinning and he suddenly throws his head back, emitting a frightening howl that echoes throughout the basement.

I vaguely hear the voices of the other ghouls housed in the basement, Jake doesn't seem to notice.

Instead, Jake yells his question again, but by this point I've completely blocked out his voice. I remain staring at him. He has positioned his body in an odd angle, forcing half his body towards Jake and half towards me. Although he seems to be keeping an eye on both of us, I can't help but notice how a majority of his face remains with me. He's ignoring Jake, just like I am.

Unfortunately for me, Jake notices and makes his way to my side. He grips my upper arm and forces me out of my seat. The notepad is dropped to the floor and, from the amount of unnecessary strength used, so are my frames.

I instantly look away from the glass cell and glare at Jake, "What the hell!" I pull at my arm and wince as his grip turns painful.

"You're trying to make a fool of me," Jake hisses.

I shake my head and try to pry his hand off me, "What? No. ...Let go." He doesn't comply and I sink my finger nails into his flesh. He flinches, but only slightly, and roughly pushes me towards the opposing wall, effectively knocking the chair on its side and almost causing me to trip over the discarded notepad.

His grip on my arm loosens, but it's replaced by a firm hand around my neck. Another harsh push and my back makes a painful contact with the cold wall. I tense, unnerved by the sudden change of atmosphere and terrified by the possibilities of what Jake may be capable of. We were alone, trapped in a basement for another hour or two, after all and there's no real reason of me to scream to help...

"I still don't see what's so damn intriguing about you," he growls, his hand tightens around my neck. He smirks, darkly, and I begin to panic. "You're useless and pathetic... Frost must only keep you around for a good lay."

He suddenly leans in. I quickly push my head away from him, but instead of the space I so desperately want and need, I earn myself a new bruise as my head makes contact with the unmoving wall. I close my eyes and do what feels natural. The sound of my open palm making contact his his cheek vibrates loudly and his hand around my neck suddenly disappears. I take the opportunity to slip from between him and the wall, snatching the frames from the floor and pushing them back against the bridge of my nose.

I don't need the glasses to see the unpleasant look on the ghosts face, nor do need them to see his eyes narrow in annoyance. "Fuck!" I cry out as I feel a strong arm grab a good portion of my hair and pull me back against a solid wall of muscle.

"Bitch... you'll regret that."

He pushes me to the floor and I'm briefly stunned by the violent thrust. His hand grip the back of my shirt and the tearing of clothing forces me to try to turn onto the back. I swing my hand and make contact with his jaw, while my legs kick aimlessly trying to hit something. I struggle away and hold back a scream as I feel him take yet another hand full of hair. "Get off me, you damn psychopath!"

I raise my arms and elbow Jake in the face. He screams out in pain and I smile to myself, successfully given him a broken nose. His hands are off me and I take the chance to pull myself from the floor. He glares up at me, but I match his ice stare.

I flinch back when my back hits something hold. Glancing over my shoulder, I notice that he is looming over me, but his eyes are glued onto Jake. His talons are on either side of my body and they're scratching against glass. Jake's grunt brings my attention back to him.

"Stay away from me, you sick bastard!" I hiss, pressing myself against the glass as he took a step towards me. "I'll have you fucking fired! You hear me!"

Jake laughs. It's hollow and I wince as he takes yet another step. "Babe, you honestly think anyone will believe a word that comes out of your mouth?" He laughs again. "Who do you think they'll believe? Me, a long time employee, and mighty damn fine one if I don't say so myself. Or you," his eyes dip, giving me a good look, before returning to my face. "Because, just in case you didn't know, everyone knows the only reason you managed to jump from newbie to lead in less then a year is because you're sleeping with the boss himself."

I feel my face burning. Not from embarrassment, because that filthy lie isn't true, but from anger. I glare at him and duck when he suddenly jumps at me. He hits the glass.

Ghost 11 slams his entire body against the glass and screams out, "She's my whore!"

Jake is distracted by the ghost sudden outburst and it gives me the split second I need to take hold of the toppled chair. I don't want to kill him, just knock him out. I bring the chair down with just enough force and hear an affective grunt, followed by the sound of his body slumping against the glass. Panting, my grip loosens around the chair and I allow it to slide out of my hands. Jake is unconscious and I breath a sigh of relief.

He crackles. I jump from the outburst, adrenaline still pumping through my body, and take careful steps from the insane figure. The look in his eyes send tremors of fear down my spine. It's a hungry, raw, purely animalistic, and lewd stare that makes me want to run far, far away from his presence.

His caged head rests against the glass and a smirk slowly spreads across his scarred face. His eyes drift from my face, they linger on my heaving chest, and his smirk turns into a full out grin. My back hits the wall as he runs his taloned hand slowly against the cool wall, "If anyones going to have any fun with you, it's going to be me."

A/N: Would have put this up sooner, but OpenOffice was acting...lame the last couple of days. Thank you for the reviews, seriously, thank you. Next chapter will take a little longer to put out, since I've got a Government paper to start and finish. What can I say, I'm an unbelievable procrastinator when it comes to school work.

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