Disclaimer: Only Alex is mine everyone else belongs to other people. (Yes I know there is no one else yet, but you will just have to wait)
Alexander strolled around the corner and into the middle of the battle he was trying to record. This is not the way to be inconspicuous, he told himself. He caught a glance from Yahbor's watcher and stepped back behind the wall. The only problem was he had lost sight of them again, he had to go back out there. Just as he began to move to a slightly more open spot Feaumon's scythe came spinning through the air in his direction, all he felt was cold steel against skin then he blacked out.
Did he have any I.D. on him?
Nothing but that tattoo, sir.
Dang, where did you find him?
On the corner of 51st and Ivory, the wound was a few hours old at the time.
What on earth could have made this kind of cut?
I don't know sir.
Has anybody else seen him?
No
Then take the body to the morgue, and this never happened.
Yes sir.
Where am I? What how did the fight end? Who won? Why am I in this box!? Alex stood up and suddenly fell 2 feet to the floor. He turned around and saw what looked like a wall of filling cabinets. What am I doing at the morgue? He thought. A tall sandy haired man walked in from another room and started towards the back wall.
"Excuse me, but how did I get here?" he asked the man. But he just brushed by.
"OK lets see why your dead." The man said while pulling out one of the bodies. Alex walked over to where the man was standing, looked at the body and immediately wished he hadn't. What he saw was his body with a gash down his torso.
"If that's me th.... then I..I must be," he stammered "a GHOST!"