Author's Note:
Well, looks like I decided to write after all, I got kinda bored...
If any of you actually read the earlier announcement, the offer to e-mail me, or just write your response in a review, still stands about the movie Spanish Judges... HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MOVIE!?! Please let me know if you have... it's like a mix between Stu from Scream and Dennis from Thir13en Ghosts, I love it!
So anyway, here's the next chapter... it's kinda short, I know, please don't yell at me about it... I am trying my best here! So... please read, review, and live long and prosper!!!
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A few days later Dennis was released from the hospital... and there Serena was, ready to discuss the current matter.
"Glad to see you're feeling better, but we got problems!" Serena told him and Evy.
"What now?" Dennis whaled.
"Well, Cyrus is on a war path now that he has no one to help him collect the last six ghosts." She fussed.
"What?" he questioned, still dizzy from the hospital drugs.
"I quit." Evy said in a proud manner, Dennis just looked at her. "And it turns out Cyrus' deal really was too good to be true."
"How so?"
"We only get the money after we capture all twelve ghosts, if we quit before the twelfth is collected... we don't see one dime of the money." Evelyn stated.
"Where is this all written?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"In the contract you signed." Serena said, aware of the deal all along.
"And when exactly were you planning on telling us?"
"It never came up..." Serena mumbled.
"Great!"
"Cyrus paid for Alex' funeral, it was the least he could do... even though it came no where near the amount she had earned." Evy whispered frustrated. "He refused to send the rest of the money to her family, so I quit."
"Kalina quit as well, turns out she wasn't too comfortable with the whole 'capturing souls' and 'imprisoning human beings' scenario!" Serena commented.
"Well I can't quit... I need the money too much." Dennis uttered, looking down ashamed, Evy just stared at the ground in front of the hospital sadly.
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Condemned:
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
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He said he couldn't quit, but in his eyes I could tell he wanted to.
That's another thing... his eyes, when I look at them I can't see one image of his life or past! Weird, maybe he's like me... soulless.
*sigh*
"Cyrus wanted me to take you to Massachusetts, the others are already there." Serena told Dennis, always thinking of herself. I just stood there, outside the patient-pickup, staring at the concrete ramp below.
"Are you gonna stay here, in New York?" Dennis asked me, his voice was gloomy and sad, I felt terrible for saying yes to him at that moment.
I looked up at him, his eyes were even more tragic than before, it broke my heart to stare at them.
"Come 'ere..." he said, taking my hand and pulling me closer to the building, away from Serena. "I don't think..." he whispered, pausing, I could tell what he was about to say was hard for him to admit. "I don't think I can do this without you." He looked at me innocently, I closed my eyes, I just couldn't refuse him.
"Okay, I'll go along, but just to help you, not Cyrus!" I demanded, he nodded in relief.
I couldn't believe it... I just condemned myself again! And why? Because some guy I didn't even know asked me... asked me to... oh forget it! It doesn't matter! We're all going to hell anyway! What's the use of complaining about it!
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"Guess who's back on the team." Serena said to Cyrus as she walked over to him.
Cyrus looked over at the blue car and saw Evelyn. "I knew the money was too tempting for her." He said cleverly.
"She didn't come back for the money." Serena stated.
"Then what?" he asked confused, Serena just glanced back in Evy's direction, Cyrus followed her glance. "So I see... it might be easier than I thought..." Cyrus muttered as he stared at Dennis and Evy who were talking.
"What might be easier?" Serena questioned puzzled.
"Oh, nothing my dear..."
"Did you know he can touch her?" Serena asked suddenly.
"What?"
"Yeah, Dennis..." she pointed towards him. "He can touch her without feeling pain or seeing visions of her past."
"Interesting..."
The cube was being set up a few feet away, Henry walked over to Evy and Dennis, handing them each a pair of the clear viewers.
"So, who's on the list today?" Dennis asked Henry as he put on the glasses.
"Isabella Smith, she was accused of witchcraft in 1675. They condemned her to a slow and painful death in the stocks." Henry lectured uneasily.
"Sounds like fun." Dennis mumbled.
Henry stumbled away towards the woods where Cyrus and Serena were speaking.
"Here, ya want one of these?" Dennis whispered to Evelyn, holding out the pill bottle.
"Yep." She uttered as he dropped one in her hand.
"I don't got anything to drink... oh, okay, never mind." Dennis whined, watching Evy chew the white pill without needing anything to help her swallow it.
Dennis quickly tossed one of the painkillers in his mouth before Cyrus walked over to them.
"Ah, Ms. Chase, back so soon?" Cyrus tauntingly asked.
"I didn't come back for you or your money..." she cussed.
"So I see... speaking of which, Mr. Rafkin, so nice to see you are feeling better." Cyrus commented, Dennis only nodded. "Well if you don't mind, we need your help with capturing Miss Isabella Smith, please, follow me." Cyrus then walked towards the cube, Dennis glanced at Evelyn sadly, then followed him.
Well, looks like I decided to write after all, I got kinda bored...
If any of you actually read the earlier announcement, the offer to e-mail me, or just write your response in a review, still stands about the movie Spanish Judges... HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MOVIE!?! Please let me know if you have... it's like a mix between Stu from Scream and Dennis from Thir13en Ghosts, I love it!
So anyway, here's the next chapter... it's kinda short, I know, please don't yell at me about it... I am trying my best here! So... please read, review, and live long and prosper!!!
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A few days later Dennis was released from the hospital... and there Serena was, ready to discuss the current matter.
"Glad to see you're feeling better, but we got problems!" Serena told him and Evy.
"What now?" Dennis whaled.
"Well, Cyrus is on a war path now that he has no one to help him collect the last six ghosts." She fussed.
"What?" he questioned, still dizzy from the hospital drugs.
"I quit." Evy said in a proud manner, Dennis just looked at her. "And it turns out Cyrus' deal really was too good to be true."
"How so?"
"We only get the money after we capture all twelve ghosts, if we quit before the twelfth is collected... we don't see one dime of the money." Evelyn stated.
"Where is this all written?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"In the contract you signed." Serena said, aware of the deal all along.
"And when exactly were you planning on telling us?"
"It never came up..." Serena mumbled.
"Great!"
"Cyrus paid for Alex' funeral, it was the least he could do... even though it came no where near the amount she had earned." Evy whispered frustrated. "He refused to send the rest of the money to her family, so I quit."
"Kalina quit as well, turns out she wasn't too comfortable with the whole 'capturing souls' and 'imprisoning human beings' scenario!" Serena commented.
"Well I can't quit... I need the money too much." Dennis uttered, looking down ashamed, Evy just stared at the ground in front of the hospital sadly.
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Condemned:
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
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He said he couldn't quit, but in his eyes I could tell he wanted to.
That's another thing... his eyes, when I look at them I can't see one image of his life or past! Weird, maybe he's like me... soulless.
*sigh*
"Cyrus wanted me to take you to Massachusetts, the others are already there." Serena told Dennis, always thinking of herself. I just stood there, outside the patient-pickup, staring at the concrete ramp below.
"Are you gonna stay here, in New York?" Dennis asked me, his voice was gloomy and sad, I felt terrible for saying yes to him at that moment.
I looked up at him, his eyes were even more tragic than before, it broke my heart to stare at them.
"Come 'ere..." he said, taking my hand and pulling me closer to the building, away from Serena. "I don't think..." he whispered, pausing, I could tell what he was about to say was hard for him to admit. "I don't think I can do this without you." He looked at me innocently, I closed my eyes, I just couldn't refuse him.
"Okay, I'll go along, but just to help you, not Cyrus!" I demanded, he nodded in relief.
I couldn't believe it... I just condemned myself again! And why? Because some guy I didn't even know asked me... asked me to... oh forget it! It doesn't matter! We're all going to hell anyway! What's the use of complaining about it!
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"Guess who's back on the team." Serena said to Cyrus as she walked over to him.
Cyrus looked over at the blue car and saw Evelyn. "I knew the money was too tempting for her." He said cleverly.
"She didn't come back for the money." Serena stated.
"Then what?" he asked confused, Serena just glanced back in Evy's direction, Cyrus followed her glance. "So I see... it might be easier than I thought..." Cyrus muttered as he stared at Dennis and Evy who were talking.
"What might be easier?" Serena questioned puzzled.
"Oh, nothing my dear..."
"Did you know he can touch her?" Serena asked suddenly.
"What?"
"Yeah, Dennis..." she pointed towards him. "He can touch her without feeling pain or seeing visions of her past."
"Interesting..."
The cube was being set up a few feet away, Henry walked over to Evy and Dennis, handing them each a pair of the clear viewers.
"So, who's on the list today?" Dennis asked Henry as he put on the glasses.
"Isabella Smith, she was accused of witchcraft in 1675. They condemned her to a slow and painful death in the stocks." Henry lectured uneasily.
"Sounds like fun." Dennis mumbled.
Henry stumbled away towards the woods where Cyrus and Serena were speaking.
"Here, ya want one of these?" Dennis whispered to Evelyn, holding out the pill bottle.
"Yep." She uttered as he dropped one in her hand.
"I don't got anything to drink... oh, okay, never mind." Dennis whined, watching Evy chew the white pill without needing anything to help her swallow it.
Dennis quickly tossed one of the painkillers in his mouth before Cyrus walked over to them.
"Ah, Ms. Chase, back so soon?" Cyrus tauntingly asked.
"I didn't come back for you or your money..." she cussed.
"So I see... speaking of which, Mr. Rafkin, so nice to see you are feeling better." Cyrus commented, Dennis only nodded. "Well if you don't mind, we need your help with capturing Miss Isabella Smith, please, follow me." Cyrus then walked towards the cube, Dennis glanced at Evelyn sadly, then followed him.