Chapter 3- Eddie Reederson

Downham Market

I wiped away my tears- and saw a pale, white-haired boy peering through the window.

#*&%!

This kid followed me from, what , Burgess, USA to Alexandrov, Russia?

He's persistent. I'll give him that.

But he's also being a friggin stalker, so…. To the window! As in the other window!

I ran to the opposite window as The Boy (yes. Its capitalized. LIVE WITH IT!) crawled through the other window. I was outside in nightingale form and he was inside. In human form. Just in case you didn't get that.

Why didn't he just fly over the house. Stupid. I shall call him The Stupid Boy! Although he's kinda hot—well, shit. What am I thinking?

I flew to my next destination- Downham Market, United Kingdom.

One jetlag later (ya know, ya don't need to be in an airplane to get jetlag. I've your flying really fast-as I was-, jetlag punches you in the gut. Screw you jetlag)

I walked in through the front door.

The #*%$?! You say?

Well I can't blame you. People in this town are super friendly.

So I just strolled on in. What if I was some psychopathic homicidal depressed kid? What then?! I. Just. Walked. In. IDOITS!

I'm having an off day…

So, I just walk into (?!) this woman's house, and go into a family room. Everyone seems fine….

Oh no.

I hate these.

The first time this happened to me was in 1937. I came in through shadow-travel (I can travel through elements like wind, water, fire, earth, etc. and things like moonbeams and shadows and sunrays and basically everything. I know. I'm a friggin BOSS!), and I was so confused because no one was sick or anything; they were just watching TV (it was a wealthy family). So, I looked around, but the signal was coming off in this room and on a countdown of 3:27 and counting. Then, a bunch of men broke down the front door.

They shot the child, killed the father immediately (headshot) and kidnapped the mother.

My heart broke as I saw this child laying on the ground, bleeding out. An innocent child. I knew who the Guardians were. I just stopped believing they were… efficient… after that day.

I could hardly sing, but when I broke out of my revere, I ran over to the child. I desperately thought, "Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe the neighbors will call for help."

There were no neighbors within a 12-mile radius. I sang softly to the child-

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)

Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh. [x7]

The child had stopped crying for 'sissy' and 'mommy'.

He had stopped crying altogether.

He wasn't going to cry over a bad grade or his first break up or at a funeral or when he got married or- or- or-

I couldn't stop crying and the skies turned dark as I screamed. I created a hurricane so destructive that it wiped out Eddie's town. They didn't put it in the records because – honestly? No one wanted to remember that. Because no one sent any help.

For the next month, any dying person around Brian's home was left to die the way the people I can't reach do- regularly. And for most people, that was scared. Scared of all the things they didn't say and the things they didn't do and what would happen to them after death- the list goes on and on.

I looked at the happy family and felt sick. I went and stood by a little boy with ruffled black hair and dark grey eyes with green specks. I waved a hand in his face, then sighed in relief when he didn't respond. I was turning to the little girl when he looked at me. "Yeah?"

My heart stuttered to a stop. "You can see me."

"Yea. Why wouldn't I be-" he stopped as his father walked through me and looked at him oddly.

I whispered softly, "Only people who are about to die can see me."

0:27….

The look of shock had barely registered on his face when the bullet shattered the glass of the window behind him and tore though his heart.

I took a deep breath.

I looked at him.

He was dead.

For the first time in 317 years, I did not sing.

I looked outside of the window and- bloody…!

It's the boy!

Jesus Christ, does the kid even sleep?!

I sighed and stalked over to the window. Once it was open, I just stared at him and he stared at me. HE had a blue hoodie and tattered brown pants. And that huge shepherd's hook thing. It was at least six feet tall, and the boy was around 5'11. I was 5'6.

Jack's POV

The Girl (The Girl. Deal.) wore blue straight-legged jeans, a shirt covered with grey sleeved and blue tiny whales, and riding boots. She had curly reddish brown hair and beautify—I mean, green and silver eyes. A few freckles and a cute button nose. In short, she was Emmeline.

I grinned and shouted "Emme!"