Week 12 (12.10.07) (UDC 2)
56. Trial
Cade continued to look at the vials in his hand long after the irritating specter had left. What did he care… everything was the way it was now, he couldn't change it.
"He's not wrong, you know," a childish, feminine voice spoke up from nowhere, startling him. He blinked and looked to find a girl standing there, translucent, red-blonde hair… wearing a jump suit with colors that seemed to shift at random. It reminded him of something called a mood ring.
"Who are you?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Family. But I'm not about to lecture you on how everything is a trial."
57. Test
The woman laid on a bedroll, scrawling notes on a piece of flimsy with a pen that kept going dry on her far too often. She'd been left alone for hours, listening to the horrors just on the other side of the open door with half her attention... it didn't matter. None of it did. Voices came closer and she didn't bother to look up. It didn't matter who it was.
"This is your test, Mylar," a voice said from above her and she felt like rolling her eyes. Not another new idiot who didn't know right from left.
She continued to scrawl notes as footsteps receded, then glanced up at the man. Hmm... this had possibilities...
58. Preparation
The preparations had been simple: they'd shown up, found a secluded spot they liked, and dragged their loved ones along for the ride. Now, standing here in front of the man she loved, she was glad they'd taken matters into their own hands. This was a moment she wanted, that she hadn't wanted any interference with… and it was hers to have.
They said the words together, intermixed and overlapping… and just like that, the ceremony was over and she was kissing him.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear before kissing him again. His smile when they parted said all she needed to know.
59. Fail
Cade continued to stare at the translucent, glowing person currently standing in his cargo hold. Family? "Um…"
"Is it the ghost thing?"
"Um…"
"Must be the ghost thing." She sat down beside him, smiling, and he noticed that the smile failed to reach her eyes completely. "I don't see why you're so shocked, but…"
"I'm not."
"If you say so." She studied him some more. "Dad means well… he just wants to see you succeed. Or get involved. One or the other… they don't always go hand in hand."
Cade frowned. Dad? This got more intriguing the more she talked…
60. Pass
The girl stood up again, sighed. "Anyway, just wanted to tell you that… or explain him a little."
Cade wasn't certain what to say as she started to fade out, but he knew he didn't want her to leave just yet. "Stay."
She faded back in, appearing to be surprised. "Why?"
"Can you stay for a little bit?"
Smirking, she picked up a stray tool and passed it to him. "Sure. I can do that…"
He caught the tool, surprised again at her actions. He hadn't seen many ghosts before, but he was pretty certain they weren't able to pick things up and toss them in a controlled manner like that…
