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Okay already I feel like an idiot for the arrogance. I'm tapping the athame against my hand nervously. I don't think I've been this scared since my first hunt when I was fourteen. Why though? It's not like before when I was in literally one of my least favourite places in the world, it having lost out only to Anna's Hell. I walk into the middle of a classroom and sit in a chair. It moans in protest and the noise echoes and continues echoing through the empty hallways.

I place my elbows on the table in front of me and rub my eyes. Maybe I should have eaten something. My heart is beating fast, my pulse roaring in my ears. I need to rant to someone, if I don't I'll just go crazy. Again my mind wanders back to the girls I ran into this morning. Kalleigh and Lils, although that was obviously a nickname. The mystery that shrouds them is stifling.

"Cas?" Thomas shakes my shoulder and it causes a flare off pain to travel the whole way up my broken arm.

"What is it?!" I snarl. "Um, we think we hear the ghost" he squeaks.

I sigh deeply and rub my hand across my face. I've been more than snappy to the kid lately, I should ease up a little. I nod and stand up, my legs trembling slightly. My stomach aches where the machete pierced it. I can almost feel the mixture of cold from the sharp blade and the warmth from my spreading crimson life source. I shake my head and the memory disappears but it does not banish the almost suffocating sense of fear that has been steadily increasing.

I want to leave. Want to run far and fast. My tail will be between my legs, yes, but at least my head would be on my shoulders.

"You okay?" Thomas squints at me, his features etched with worry. I can't leave now. Not after I dragged them here. Not when I'm supposed to be the badass ghost killer.

"Fine. Just thinking" I only half lie and walk into the room Carmel is in before he can say anything else. Carmel is darting her head around 360 degrees. The sound is almost deafening. It's the sound of wheezing, blood splattering, bones snapping. It's not a nice sound.

I move forward until I'm standing beside an old overturned table. The place smells like mould and decay and rat's piss. It's pretty much looks how it smells. Books lie strewn across the rotten wooden floorboards, different hand-writing scribbled onto the crumbling pages. Mould creeps up the wall like a replacement for the peeling Lime paint. All the while the noise gets louder. The Hell with it!

I take the athame and drag it along the wall. "Come on out! I know you're here. I don't have the time to sit waiting for you to stop playing this childish game of hide-and-go-seek!" I tell over the sound of blood and bones. The noise lowers in volume but doesn't stop.

I growl and turn to go into the other room and come face to face with the ghost. Goddamn it! I hate when they do that. It's a miracle I haven't developed a cardiac problem.

He's young. A year or two younger than me. He doesn't wear his death wounds. His old uniform is faded but it's not bloody or ripped. It disturbs me more though. He could pass for a normal teenage boy. Well, if he wasn't floating a foot off the ground. As he is, he is now at eye level with me.

"Are you Theseus Cassio Lowood?" His voice is without breath, harsh and scratchy.

"Yeah" my tightens around my knife, fingers twitching, body tense.

"Oh. They told me about you. They were looking for you. They said you could build a portal to Hell, with just a little drop of your blood" he stares at me, his unnerving blue eyes fixated on me. Carmel and Thomas are frozen.

"Who's They?" I growl, growing impatient.

""Can you really?" He insists, ignoring my question.

I shrug ( I really should stop shrugging, it's becoming a habit) because I did it before and the way I figure : what the hell, maybe it'll scare him and he won't fight as much.

"Good" he nods slowly and then lunges for me. "Take me to Hell so I can get my soul back!" He claws at me, his nails raking my neck.

He wails as I struggle and shit he's also WAY stronger than I'd expected. I try to wrestle but he's too goddamn strong and once again I feel like a mouse in a cat's paws. Thomas and Carmel rush over and try to help but the ghost just pushes them away, focused on me.

His face is winched into an awful mask of anger and hatred. His eyes are the worst though. They hold a deep, deep misery that almost catches my breath. My head hits the wooden floor and I moan. I finally manage to kick him off and struggle to my feet. I'm panting hard, my hair across my face in streaks. I shake them out of my eyes and then I feel myself being pushed into the window. The rotten wood snaps and the filthy glass shatters under me and suddenly I'm

Falling

The

Air

Whipping

Around

Me

As

Colours

Blur...

And then I make impact. Glass shears my back and through the pain in my ribs and head, I struggle to stay conscious.

"Theseus!" The ghost hisses, floating towards me the same time Anna screams "Cassio" in my ear.

Before the ghost stabs me (imagine how unfortunate I'd be to get stabbed twice in three days) I throw the athame and it guts him. Black blood pours from his stomach and he screams and shudders as his body becomes folded in upon itself with dozens of gruesome cracks. Then he's gone, leaving only a puddle of blood behind.

I stay lying down and Carmel and Thomas run out to me.

"Oh my god!" Carmel falls onto my chest, sobbing hysterically as she tries to hug me. I moan quietly. Everything hurts.

"We thought you were a goner" she's almost hyperventilating as she stands up again, trying to regain her composure.

I look up and seen the fall I'd just taken was from the second story. I could've died. I'm lucky. Or unlucky. Depends on your viewpoint.I go to move then double over and puke.

"Concussion. Does it hurt to breathe?" Thomas asks. "I know what broken ribs feel like and I can tell you I have a shit load of them" I accept Thomas' extended hand and try not to groan as I'm pulled to my feet.

"Jesus Cas" he shakes his head. I get into the car, feeling numb. This time I get into the passenger seat. Mum was going to kill me.

"At least it was a quick job" I offer as they get into the car as well. Carmel offers me a glare from the backseat.

"Where to now?" Thomas asks as he starts the ignition.

"School. There's still 20 minutes left" I stare at Thomas making sure he knows I'm serious and if he takes me to mom or the hospital I'll kick his ass. Besides, my attendance is really starting to irritate my mother.

Weird things are going on. I'm on a good time with two ghosts in three days. One of my best . Also two of my strongest ghosts. My tired bones (broken bones, whatever) amend that. Also they both knew my name. That concerns me greatly. Then there's the elusive 'they'. This shit is getting mysterious. I'm sick of waiting for answers. I want them now.

"Stop thinking so loudly. You're giving me a headache" Thomas mumbles.

"Happens to me every time you open your mouth" I retort.

"You must be confused, that's you" Thomas smirks.

"Boys you can continue your marriage disputes later. We're here" Carmel rolls her eyes at us.

"Not used to competition, huh?" I joke from which she nudges me. I bit my lip as pain travels through my entire body.

Thomas pulls into the parking lot of our school. All the kids from our year are all out on the bleachers, the sun bright and the heat sickeningly sticky. I roll the athame back up my sleeve. I feel bad for taking it out of the salt jar early. Another reason why mom's gonna kill me later. I get out of the car, hoping fresh air will clear my head and lungs. Something, however, seems off.

People are muttering about me. "Someone's looking you, Lowood" a boy from our class calls to me. I frown. Never good when someone's looking for me. I squinted and seen a vintage blue Mustang parked the opposite side of the street, gleaming under the sun. And the Mystery girls stand in front of it. Lils' (i'm just going busy her nickname) hair flicks across her porcelain face as she stares at me, her floral dress pretty and flattering. Her companion beside her is just as captivating.

Her black/blue hair also twitches in the wind like something alive. Her faded blue jeans are ripped at the knees, revealing more pale skin. Her chequered shirt flicks in the growing wind. I smirk as I read her t-shirt she wears under it. 'Normal People Scare Me' . It suits her. Her eyes are hidden with thick sunglasses. She takes a long drag from her lit cigarette, the smoke escaping her lips almost enchanting.

I go to cross over to them wherein I hear someone clear their throat behind me. "about time" A familiar voice calls. I turn to find Jestine leaning against the old Oak tree in the school grounds. "Hello Theseus. I think it's about time we have a talk"

So that's chapter 4. How good is American Horror Story? I LOVE it. I love Evan Peters. He's just gorgeous. Anyway please read and review. All opinions are appreciated. Byeee