Chapter 24: Friends

Zenix was in disbelief. Right NOW she was talking with Michael's own brother, who looked down on her the other day.

The only thing was... The news had said that he died in a car crash. If that was the case-and only if he remained on Earth-his soul would be taken to the nearest place, where he had special or many memories there. But if he had come here, to Freddy's, two miles from the crash site, then it must've been something important.

At first he yelled at her, which she didn't understand why, but apparently he thought it was her fault for the whole ordeal (everything from the events of '83 to now). She insisted that she didn't know what he was talking about and tried to get away from him. But he just ended up blocking her path.

She was starting to lose patience with him when Blaze walked in, talking with Michael.

Blaze freaked out slightly when she saw him.

"What the-?! AGAIN?! CHASE?!" She literally dropped the stuff she was holding, she was in shock. Meanwhile, Michael just flew over and hugged his brother, while Blaze just stood there, gawking, trying to make sense of it all.

"Hey, bro! I missed ya!" Michael said, squeezing his brother tight.

Chase (as the name is still undecided!) looked down at him nervously. A few seconds later he finally spoke,"So...you're not...angry at me?" His eyes were filled with sadness and fear.

Michael backed away suddenly (I believe that I use this word too often), giving his brother space. His face was filled with shock and surprise (two more words to add to the list of 'words I use too often'). "What? No! You already apologized! Plus, I... I could hear your thoughts...before I died."

"What...?"

"I did!" Michael insisted. "I know how you felt after that. But..." His voice grew dull and low. "I wasn't listening afterwards... I kept thinking about how sad and angry I was. I felt like I needed to get revenge..." His face brightened slightly (check), remembering something from not too long ago. "...Until I remembered that not everyone was against me...that I wasn't alone..." He went over to Zenix and hugged gently. "That someone still cared..."

Chase was silent, unmoving, with clenched fists and tears running down his face. "And what about you?" He looked up, at Zenix. She was silent. Soon she smiled, but just a bit.

"I'm sure Elizabeth would be willing to forgive you..."

"Elizabeth?"

Zenix nodded. "Yes. Right now, I'm Zenix... But maybe if you gave her some time, she would be willing to speak with you... Maybe tonight...Later..." Her eyes were searching for some sign of understanding, and Chase saw this, nodding in response. Her smile grew a little bit more. "Okay." She held out her hand. "Besides, any friend or relative of Michael's is a friend of mine. Friends?" Chase grasped her hand in agreement.

"Friends."