So. You ready for the next chapter of this garbage fanfiction? I'm not but I gotta do it for you all. Bet you all are glad that I can get back to semi-regular uploads now that my life is out of my writing again. I'm probably right about this for once. So let me shut up so you can read this lame-ass cancerous fanfiction that makes My Immortal, you know the one, look like a master piece. Enjoy the cancer.
Chapter Fourteen: Ghosts
Well it's been another week since the last time I wrote down something in my little battered journal. The war has been progressing for the Ylisse-Ferox side with major defections of Plegian forces. Emmeryn really did something by killing herself. And I guess I forgot someone didn't I? I'm talking about Phila, wannabe badass Pegasus Knight that almost died during the failure to save the Exalt. Turns out she managed to survive despite having a giant hole through her lung and the arrow's point in nearly in her heart.. Magic is an amazing life saving thing is it not?
But Phila is pretty depressed right now. Blames the Exalt's death on her failure as a knight and is constantly training despite her injuries. I except her to join as a Shepherd when she is fully healed. Almost everyone has gone to talk to her, except Tharja who is stalking the Robins day and night. I mean it when I say Tharja watches the Robins sleep and records there breathing patterns. I found her charts.
Anyway I best go and chat with her. Just for a little bit. I hope it's for a little bit. No idea if she is a rambler or not. Sorta like me when I think about it. But hey; I'm doing a good deed so I think I get to ramble a little bit. Anyway, I find myself walking towards the dreaded infirmary. Halfway there, I see Sully, Jack, and Anna talking in the middle of the hallway. I wave to them and they wave back.
I walk up to the group and say, "Hello, how are you all?"
"Damn fine! How's the war wound Aiden?' Sully asks, a smile on her face after saying 'war wound'.
"It's mostly healed. Have some trouble breathing when I train too much but other then that I am as fit as a fiddle. How's your leg Jack?"
Jack nodded and lightly patted his leg, saying "Got out of the splint a couple of hours ago. Hurts to run but other then that I'm fine."
"Well at least you didn't have to cut it off… Hey guys, I have a question." I have this suspicion about what Donny told me. How everyone was worried for me. I don't believe it. Why would anyone besides my close friends care about me? I'm not some magical girl from an abusive past with no flaws to her character from a book that Dark Mages write when their high! Don't ask how I know this. Please do not ask.
"What's the fucking question?"
"What do you need answered Aiden?"
"Did you guys worry that I had bags under my eyes?"
Sully, Jack, and Anna looked at each other and said in unison, "No. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. Well I best be going, see you later." I fucking knew it! Donny did some psychology thing to make me think about that fucking lie I told Chrom. I don't give that boy enough credit. Looks like a farm boy is smarter than me. That is a new low. But not as low as losing a spelling bee to a kid with a lisp. Don't make fun of me! I was five years old alright!
Anyway, I walk away from the group, confusion all over their faces as to my nonchalant question, and continue walking to the infirmary. I reach the infirmary's entrance and knock three times before waiting. You never know if some patient is getting stripped of their clothes or something. What? I have manners. After a few seconds, the door opens to Lissa holding her staff in one hand.
"Oh hello Aiden! Do you need something?" Lissa asks, holding her staff up in case I need some healing.
I rub the back of my neck and say, "I sorta want to talk with Phila. Might as well do it seeing how everyone else did it."
"Oh! Of course you can talk with her. She is resting in the third curtained bed on the right. Ask before you walk into the curtain. I'm going to go get some more linen so keep an eye on Phila while I'm gone, ok?"
I nod at Lissa's request and walk inside the infirmary while she ran out of the room. I close the door behind her and look around the infirmary. Hasn't changed all that much. Some baskets covered in bloody linen, Heal and Mend staffs resting on a rack, surgical tools in a tub of water; same as before. Afterall, I had the chance to memorize this place for a good long time. I spot the curtained area Lissa talked about and start to walk towards there. I arrive in front a little parting in the curtain. I take a deep breath in what may come. Come on, I am doing a good deed today so might as well do it.
"Helloooo? Phila? You alive in there?" I say, trying to peek through the tiny crack of the curtains.
A voice answers me, saying, "Yes, I'm here. Who is out there?"
"It's me, Rider. That Mercenary Chrom recruited to the Shepherds before all of this happened. The one in the glasses."
"Oh! You must be Aiden then." Weird, most people that meet me first off call me Rider.
"How did you know my real name?" I say, raising my hand, grabbing to the curtain but not moving it.
"Oh everyone knows it. Jill sorta gave us a command to call you by your real name because the whole 'Rider' thing. She told us to never 'Call him by the faggot name because he is a decently big idiot." Well. I know who I am sparring with today when training comes around! Ah… Time to change the topic.
"Well… Can I come in? Bit weird talking to a curtain you know."
I hear some rustling come from the other side of the curtain before Phila says, "Sure. Just let me put on a shirt real quick." Oh. She is wearing only her small clothes. Good to know. Or not. Gods I'm going to be here for a long time. I let go of the curtain and wait for Phila to get dressed.
After waiting for a few moments, Phila says, "Ok! You can come in now." I pull open the curtains and walk into the enclosed space. I close the curtains after entering the space and look at Phila. She is sitting up on a bed, a loose white shirt covering her torso with the sheet covering the rest.
"How's the wound?" I say, walking over to the bed. I reach the edge of the bed and sit down gingerly. This is really awkward. I am potentially in a room alone with a half dressed, wounded female. I bet this is straight out of one of those smutty romance novels that Sumia hides under her bed. Not that I go searching through other people's stuff that is! Just heard it through others. Stop looking at me like that.
"The hole just sealed up today. But they are keeping me here until tomorrow in case something goes horribly wrong. Like I break my arm."
"How are you going to break your arm when there is almost nothing that could break it right now?"
"Magic." That is a really good reason. Phila is pretty damn smart. I think. I'll have to see later on.
"Makes sense…"
"Indeed…"
"..."
"..."
"So... " Phila starts before stopping, chewing her nails.
"Hm?"
"Why did you bring me a drink?" What.
"What drink?"
"That one over there," Phila says, pointing to two drinks resting at the foot of her bed. Oh gods. It's back.
"No…" Not again. It has been so many times since I been ghosted. I am so tired of it!
"Is something wrong Aiden?"
"I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOSTS!" I rush out of the curtained space and look at the door. It's open. Something has been here. And I'm going to find it. "BYE PHILA GOING TO CATCH GHOSTS NOW!" I yell into the infirmary while I bolt through the doorway and out back into the Shepherd HQ. I have to find this goddamn ghost today! I'm tired of being spooked! Where is the fucking ghost!
For the rest of the day I ran around Shepherd HQ trying to find that goddamn ghost. I only stopped for lunch and breaks so my lungs could get a rest. I would have failed if I didn't run past the armory. While rushing past, I saw the door to the armory open all on it's own. I skid to a stop and rushed to the door, saying "PREPARE YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER!" I jump into the doorway but I am stopped when I hit something metallic and cold. I bounce back and land on my ass, my face in pain from the faceplant. I open my eyes and see a Knight in white and orange armor looking down at me with narrow eyes. Is this the drink ghost?
"Are you ok?" The Knight says, extending a hand towards me to help me stand up. I crawl back when the Knight extends his hand. I'm afraid of this ghost!
"Are you the drink ghost?" I say, my hand curling into a fist in case I need to fight the ghost.
"'Drink ghost'? Um… My name is Kellam and I'm a member of the Shepherds. I still think I am. I mean people forget I'm here sometimes but I am a pretty forgettable person. Despite wearing a giant suit of armor. Who are you?"
I slowly stand up, without aid of this Kellam of course, and say, "My name is Rider. You have been haunting me ghost and I plan to end it once and for all!"
"'Haunting' you? I've only brought some drinks to you and your friends a couple of times. They are also my friends. I hope they are still my friends."
"Just know this ghost! Next time you bring drinks, stop bringing an extra one!"
"That's my drink. I need to drink something too. It would be creepy just staring at you guys without drinking or something." I'm starting to think that this isn't actually a ghost.
"You… aren't really a ghost are you now?"
"I don't think so. I mean people don't see me at times but I'm pretty sure I exist."
"Well Kellam, I'm sorry that I thought you were a ghost. Just… stop being invisible."
"I'll try Rider. I need to go to my room now. Had a long day. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. Man, that was so weird. How can a Knight be invisible?"
Aiden and Kellam achieve support level C
So. I am a horrible person. I keep saying I'll do stuff but put it off. No idea why I do that. But here it is now so don't freak out anymore. Or not. God this fanfiction is a piece of shit and everyone knows it. But I'll keep writing for you guys until you all start telling me to go and kill myself for creating such horrible works. All up to you. Bye.