A/N: I am sooo happy that you welcomed the story with open arms. Thank you! Okay, so some basics: It's in the end of april, Chloe turned 15 a couple of weeks ago. The whole story will be in her Pov. Thank you again for your reviews :)
Chapter 2
Attacked
I ran until my legs began to hurt. I leaned against a buildings brick wall to catch my breath. My chest was burning and my hearts beating was filling my hearing. Dunk-dunk-dunk-dunk, dunk-dunk-dunk-dunk.
After I got my normal breath back and my heart stopped racing, I continued to walk normally. I haven't ran for long, I didn't even get that far, I did it just to get as long away as I could, as fast as I could. And I did. But I also ended up in a part of town I've never been to before. There is nothing so good that it isn't bad for anything, isn't that what they say?
But, I just continued walking, trying not to draw any attention to myself. I had to get to the nearest automat to empty my acount. I had to. If I don't, I'll never get enough money to get to New York...
For a moment I thought someone was following me. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times, but I didn't see anyone. Of course, one of the many things I learned by watching movies, is that just because you couldn't see something, didn't meen it wasn't there. Another thing I learned was also that if you were followed, you were most likely to also be murdered.
Oh, would you stop! You are not getting murdered. It's just your paranoia. Right. Of course. Paranoia. That was all it was. I was in a creepy neghboorhood, the sun was almost down and I was running away from home after discovering that I could raise the dead and my aunt was trying to kill me because of it. What else could it be?
I didn't notice the girl in front of me before it was to late. I tried to walk around her, but ended bumping into her right side. Or so I thought. I swore I walked into her right side, but I didn't feel anything..."Sorry," I said automaticly.
"What did you say?" I heard the girl say behind me as I got a couple of steps away. I turned around and looked at the girl. She had a grey t-shirt and PJ pants on. On her feet she had purple socks with a giraffe-pattern. What a weird attire to wear on an april-evening.
"You can see me, can't you?" she said. I gave her a weird glare. "Well, obviously, since I said sorry for walking into..." I stopped myself mid-sentence. I didn't feel the girl when I bumped into her. I didn't feel the girl when i bumped into her. I walked right through her...
"You're a...you're a g-g-g-g-" I couldn't get myself to say the word. I was completly terified. The girl looked sad at me. "Yeah...I'm a ghost." I automaticly took a step back. "Please, don't...don't..." Don't what? She has litterly done nothing. What do you think she would do? Send you flying through the air? I took a deep breath and got my shit together. After all, I've only met one ghost before, but just because it was mean, didn't mean that all of them were mean, right? Right?
"Are you okay?" the girl asked with a concerned voice. I nodded. Then shook my head. "Yeah...no. I-I am pretty new at this whole grost-seeing-thing. Sorry if I freaked there for a second, my previous experience with ghosts hasn't been that...pleasent." The girl nodded. "It's okay. I'm pretty new at this being-dead-thing, too." I couldn't hold back an innapropriate giggle.
The girl giggle back and we looked at eatchother for a moment. Now when I got a closer look at her, I saw that she didn't look more than my age. The fact made it itch behind my eyelids.
This girl, who ever she was, lost her life at my age. Not even that long ago. I couldn't help myself. A tear ran down my left cheek. The girl took a step towards me and looked concerned at me. "Why are you crying?" she asked. I shook my head. "Sorry. I'm just...I'm sorry you're dead..." I sobbed and dried off the tear with my sleeve.
"Oh, don't be. It wasn't youre fault...I'm Liz by the way. Short for Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz. Even my grandma..." She gave me a warm smile. I returned it with a half smirk. "I'm Chloe," I said. "Nice to meet you Chloe," she said. "You, to," I said. Elizabeth...where have I heard that name before?...
But before I could think of it, I felt a hand grab my mouth from behind and another hand grabbing my waist and pulling me backwerds. I saw my own horror mirroing on Liz' face as I got dragged away.
My kidnapper dragged me into an alley between two appartment complexes. I saw Liz follow me, but she disappeaed out of my sight as I got pushed back against a wall and my kidnapper stood over me. It was a man, first in his twenties, with dirt-blong, middle long hair and a disgusting frown on his face.
I tried to memerise as mutch of his apperence as I could, thinking, that if I, despite any odds, maneged to get away, I could at least tell the police...until I remembered that I was a runaway. If I go to the police, they would call my aunt. I was screwed either way.
And to make it worse, not only did my kidnapper look like a first class sex-offender, he also smelled of sweat...and blood. I couldn't hold back a sob as the man put his face closer to mine. "Hey, sweetie. What are you doing out so late? Shouldn't you be at home, in your bed? It's way past you're bedtime," he said. He had a southern accents, which made his slick voice even creepier...but the worst part was that his breath also smelled...of blood. I yelped.
"Quit it, Liam. We were only supposed to cath her and bring her back to Davidoff, not traumataise her," a voice said behind the man. Over his left shoulder I could skim another man. He was leaning against the opposite wall and had his arms crossed over his chest. His face was out of sight.
"Yeah, I know!" the man called Liam barked. And when I say barked, I ment litterly, barked. Like a dog to another. My setuation didn't seem to get more pleasent as it went on..."But there is always time to play, isn't there, cutie?" Liam, or whatever, said to me. He was so close I could see the food that had stuck between his yellow teeth. Gross."You sure as hell is one cute little necro, aren't ya'? And a blond, too. You and me are going to have so mutch fun."
The other guy sighted. "Liam..." he growled. As Liam turned his head over his left shoulder, to answer the other guy, I saw Liz over his right shoulder. Help me, I mimicked to her. She looked terified at me. Of course she couldn't help me. She was a ghost. What could she possibly do? Slam the men out with a woddplank?
I saw how she walked closer to the scene and looked at the guys. Her blue eyes were so wide that they could pop any minute. What was she doing? Liz lifted both of her hands over her head and swung them down with a swuch. Well, if she was alive, it would have been a "swuch". But since she was dead, it was just sillence.
Another thing I have learned about ghosts: They didn't make any sound when they moved. The janitor ran through the halls in complete sillence, Liz ran after me in complete sillence- ghosts move in complete sillence.
Allthough it was an importent fact, it couldn't help me as mutch in this give setuation. If I maneged to survive in the nearest furture and met other ghosts, then yes, it was a needfull fact. But now? Not so much.
Liz repided the movement once again. And once gain, nothing happened. "What are you doing?" I whispered to her. Liam imidiatly turned his face to me and I wished he haven't done that.
"What did you say, sweetie?" he said with his raper-voice. I could feel the tears burning behing my eyelids. These guys, whoever they were, were not going to let me go right away. I knew, Liam at least would try to do...something to me. Where they afterwerds would probably dump me behind a car and drive away with me to god knows where, to this Davidoff... Maybe he was a pimp. Maybe I would becoma one of his prostitutes...and sell myself on the street... Stop being so over-dramatic, Chloe! You are gonna make it.
How? With the help of Liz, the amazing-eye-poping-ghost? Or with the help of my secret, newly discovered dead-rising powers? Or maybe with my really imressive fighting skills, that I also had no idea of, but since I can rise the dead and talk to them, maybe there is even more to me than meets the eye?
I was almost about to giggle at the last one. "Really imressive fighting skills"? Good one, Chloe. Would have been even better, if I weren't about to get raped and kidnapped and possibly sold to a pimp.
I was feeling a bitter-sweet joy for a moment, but that moment quickly passed, when Liam turned his head to me again and licked his lips before flashing his teeth. "Now, where should we start..." I could feel his hands moving under my hoodie and up to the hem of my t-shirt. I couldn't hold back a sob as he leaned closer and closer to my face, and our noses were almost toutching when...
It was like he got struck by a lightning of some kind. But that would've been impossible, since the sky that evening was completly clear, and the chances of lightning struck in the city were at it's minemal. But neither less, a shock flowed through him and he imidiatly let go of me, taking a step back.
And at the same time, I felt an invisible power push me towards the container on my left. I exclaimed a suprised yelp as I got pushed into the container, with my head first. The pain was one I had never experienced before. It was like the world suddenly stood still and I felt myself fall to the ground in slowmotion. And as I lyed there, loosing my conciousness, I saw a tall, dark-haired figure attacking the other man from afar.
A/N: So, a little cliffy? What do you think so far? Let me know in the comments/rewiews, I'd really apreciate it.
Sencerly, VioletScriptor- formally known as ThatIndieGirl
