I do not own the idea of 13 Ghosts or the characters. I'm just messing
with them. Hope you enjoy and I'm glad you liked the first chapter.
Tormenting the Dead
By Goodie
Dennis had never seen a ghost before. He had felt them and connected with a few but the images were always fleeting at best and an entire view was practically impossible. But there he was before him, The First Born Son, Billy Michaels. It was the same boy he had seen from the vision he had experienced when Cyrus pushed that gun on him. He looked exactly as he had when he died. His hatchet was gripped tightly in his right hand, his indian feather was forever strapped to his head, and blood oozed motionlessly down his forehead. The boy smiled when he realized they could see him; it was time to play.
"Oh my god." Jessica whispered to herself. She quickly took off her glasses; nothing. Replacing them on her face she saw the boy in the same spot. "Maybe we can talk to him." She said, taking slow steps forward. Being psychically able to read people's thoughts that was her first instinct, but it wasn't one she should follow.
"I don't think that's what we're here for." Dennis said, pulling her back.
"Get the cage ready, start the machine." Cyrus called out.
Behind them the truck stopped and the cage was lowered and opened, it stood on wheels so it could be easily moved if necessary to catch their ghost. The recorded incantations began to play, summoning the boy; these spells were a calling, they couldn't bring the ghost directly into the cage but they kept him from leaving the area, and he had to do as the spells said. All eyes were diverted from the boy for only a split second as everything was set up, in that time their First Born Son disappeared.
"Where did he go?" Cyrus demanded, fuming that they had lost sight of their captive. The wind blew soundlessly and the moonlit sky only added to the tension in the area. It seemed as though it was a good night for hunting the dead.
Dennis clutched his head suddenly as a vision passed before his eyes. He pointed towards the shooting fields, "He's over there. He thinks it's a god damn game!"
"Well then, let's show him how to play." Cyrus was truly enjoying himself now, "Louder!" The spells increased and everyone's eyes scoured the field for their supernatural prey.
Dennis and Jessica both gasped suddenly as images raced through both their minds; they were receiving the same psychic message. It was a warning.
~|~ Screams of pain. Blood. Targets. Arrows rapidly flying through the air.~|~
"Look out!" Jessica yelled, dropping to the ground, taking Dennis along with her.
Cyrus and a few of the men around her listened and followed suit but the others were unable to hear her over the playback of the incantations. The sky was suddenly filled with arrows all aimed at them. Dennis heard someone scream and looked up to see one of Cyrus's men stagger a few steps and then fall to the ground, a dark shaft of wood piercing his back. Dennis could only stare as the man died before his very eyes, it was horrifying, but unfortunately he had seen worse.
"Oh my god, this is insane." Dennis commented, rising to his feet and dragging Jessica along to take cover behind a tree.
"Bring the cage closer." Cyrus shouted, uncaring about the arrows flying around them. He was literally walking towards the face of death, and he was as calm as if he was taking a Sunday stroll.
"He's mad." Jessica said, chancing a look from behind their cover.
"Damn right." Dennis agreed.
Cyrus strode purposefully towards the center of the field, showing no fear. The arrows abrubtly died away and Kriticos was left alone in the field, yet strangely not alone. The wind blew softly, slightly ruffling his coat. It was then that Dennis noticed the holster.
"He's gonna challenge him to a duel? You gotta be kidding me."
"He is crazy after all." Jessica said, not really believing it before.
Cyrus smiled as his prey came out from hiding and faced him from across the field, the boy smiled too while floating several feet above the ground. The millionaire pulled back the tails of his coat, revealing a holster on either side of his hips. This seemed to please the boy even more as they both moved into defensive stances. The two combatants stood at the ready, fingers twitching millimeters above their weapons, silently waiting for the unspoken moment to draw. Tense seconds passed and neither ghost nor man had broken the other's gaze. Suddenly Cyrus's face broke out into an even greater smile.
"Now!" He called excitedly.
Dennis looked out just in time to see the cage be pushed around the apparition, and then closed, sealing in their ghostly friend. But before the doors could close a single arrow sailed through the air directly towards Cyrus. He jumped out of the way but could feel the breeze from the arrow against his scalp.
Dennis hadn't seen the men sneaking up behind the ghost and knew the boy hadn't been ready for it either. He watched amazed as the ghost pounded on the walls of his prison, desperately trying to break through the barrier spells. His malicious grin was quickly replaced with hatred and outrage.
"Excellent." Cyrus whispered brushing himself off as he stood, now intent on getting a closer look at his capture he made his way across the field. When he reached the cage he put his hands up to the glass, his features were in absolute awe. The boy held his gaze once more, perhaps trying to frighten him to death, it didn't work. Cyrus reached down to one of his holsters, pulling out the boy's own small toy gun. "Look familiar?" He asked tauntingly.
"I can't believe it frigging worked." Dennis said, dumbfounded as he came out from behind the tree when he felt all was safe.
"Isn't he magnificent, Mr. Rafkin?" Cyrus asked as his psychics approached.
"That wouldn't be my exact choice of words." Dennis said. The boy looked at him and caught his gaze as well, but unlike Cyrus he could hurt Dennis from where he was. Dennis reeled suddenly as the ghost connected to him psychically, nearly causing his head to split open in pain.
"Ahh! Son of a bitch!" Dennis exclaimed, gasping and stumbling away from the cage, distancing himself from the apparition's touch.
"Fiesty young man isn't he?" Cyrus said, amused.
"Whatever. Look, you got your ghost, I'm still in shock about it, but you got him. So I'm out of here, like right now!" Dennis exclaimed, already on his way out of the field.
"Of course, my men and I will take care of things from here. You've been a great help. See you tomorrow night." Cyrus called back cheerfully.
"Tomorrow?!" Dennis had had enough of this to last him years.
"Yes, I did contract you for the capturing of twelve ghosts, and I assure you I want them as quickly as possible."
Dennis could only watch helplessly as Cyrus turned and walked away, clearly ending the conversation.
"Come on, there's no reason for us to stick around." Jessica said, taking Dennis's hand to lead him. He followed without thinking, grasping her hand tighter. He had actually forgotten how wonderful it was to be able to take comfort in another's person touch. Had never actually known, to be honest. But he found he liked it.
"Yeah, we should get out of here."
Tomorrow would be a very busy night.
One down, eleven to go.
TBC
One capture down, the others will probably be a bit more exciting. I'm like racking my mind to think of something for the torso, I probably won't even give it its own chapter.
Thanks for the fab reviews. I love to hear them. Diana ^_^
Tormenting the Dead
By Goodie
Dennis had never seen a ghost before. He had felt them and connected with a few but the images were always fleeting at best and an entire view was practically impossible. But there he was before him, The First Born Son, Billy Michaels. It was the same boy he had seen from the vision he had experienced when Cyrus pushed that gun on him. He looked exactly as he had when he died. His hatchet was gripped tightly in his right hand, his indian feather was forever strapped to his head, and blood oozed motionlessly down his forehead. The boy smiled when he realized they could see him; it was time to play.
"Oh my god." Jessica whispered to herself. She quickly took off her glasses; nothing. Replacing them on her face she saw the boy in the same spot. "Maybe we can talk to him." She said, taking slow steps forward. Being psychically able to read people's thoughts that was her first instinct, but it wasn't one she should follow.
"I don't think that's what we're here for." Dennis said, pulling her back.
"Get the cage ready, start the machine." Cyrus called out.
Behind them the truck stopped and the cage was lowered and opened, it stood on wheels so it could be easily moved if necessary to catch their ghost. The recorded incantations began to play, summoning the boy; these spells were a calling, they couldn't bring the ghost directly into the cage but they kept him from leaving the area, and he had to do as the spells said. All eyes were diverted from the boy for only a split second as everything was set up, in that time their First Born Son disappeared.
"Where did he go?" Cyrus demanded, fuming that they had lost sight of their captive. The wind blew soundlessly and the moonlit sky only added to the tension in the area. It seemed as though it was a good night for hunting the dead.
Dennis clutched his head suddenly as a vision passed before his eyes. He pointed towards the shooting fields, "He's over there. He thinks it's a god damn game!"
"Well then, let's show him how to play." Cyrus was truly enjoying himself now, "Louder!" The spells increased and everyone's eyes scoured the field for their supernatural prey.
Dennis and Jessica both gasped suddenly as images raced through both their minds; they were receiving the same psychic message. It was a warning.
~|~ Screams of pain. Blood. Targets. Arrows rapidly flying through the air.~|~
"Look out!" Jessica yelled, dropping to the ground, taking Dennis along with her.
Cyrus and a few of the men around her listened and followed suit but the others were unable to hear her over the playback of the incantations. The sky was suddenly filled with arrows all aimed at them. Dennis heard someone scream and looked up to see one of Cyrus's men stagger a few steps and then fall to the ground, a dark shaft of wood piercing his back. Dennis could only stare as the man died before his very eyes, it was horrifying, but unfortunately he had seen worse.
"Oh my god, this is insane." Dennis commented, rising to his feet and dragging Jessica along to take cover behind a tree.
"Bring the cage closer." Cyrus shouted, uncaring about the arrows flying around them. He was literally walking towards the face of death, and he was as calm as if he was taking a Sunday stroll.
"He's mad." Jessica said, chancing a look from behind their cover.
"Damn right." Dennis agreed.
Cyrus strode purposefully towards the center of the field, showing no fear. The arrows abrubtly died away and Kriticos was left alone in the field, yet strangely not alone. The wind blew softly, slightly ruffling his coat. It was then that Dennis noticed the holster.
"He's gonna challenge him to a duel? You gotta be kidding me."
"He is crazy after all." Jessica said, not really believing it before.
Cyrus smiled as his prey came out from hiding and faced him from across the field, the boy smiled too while floating several feet above the ground. The millionaire pulled back the tails of his coat, revealing a holster on either side of his hips. This seemed to please the boy even more as they both moved into defensive stances. The two combatants stood at the ready, fingers twitching millimeters above their weapons, silently waiting for the unspoken moment to draw. Tense seconds passed and neither ghost nor man had broken the other's gaze. Suddenly Cyrus's face broke out into an even greater smile.
"Now!" He called excitedly.
Dennis looked out just in time to see the cage be pushed around the apparition, and then closed, sealing in their ghostly friend. But before the doors could close a single arrow sailed through the air directly towards Cyrus. He jumped out of the way but could feel the breeze from the arrow against his scalp.
Dennis hadn't seen the men sneaking up behind the ghost and knew the boy hadn't been ready for it either. He watched amazed as the ghost pounded on the walls of his prison, desperately trying to break through the barrier spells. His malicious grin was quickly replaced with hatred and outrage.
"Excellent." Cyrus whispered brushing himself off as he stood, now intent on getting a closer look at his capture he made his way across the field. When he reached the cage he put his hands up to the glass, his features were in absolute awe. The boy held his gaze once more, perhaps trying to frighten him to death, it didn't work. Cyrus reached down to one of his holsters, pulling out the boy's own small toy gun. "Look familiar?" He asked tauntingly.
"I can't believe it frigging worked." Dennis said, dumbfounded as he came out from behind the tree when he felt all was safe.
"Isn't he magnificent, Mr. Rafkin?" Cyrus asked as his psychics approached.
"That wouldn't be my exact choice of words." Dennis said. The boy looked at him and caught his gaze as well, but unlike Cyrus he could hurt Dennis from where he was. Dennis reeled suddenly as the ghost connected to him psychically, nearly causing his head to split open in pain.
"Ahh! Son of a bitch!" Dennis exclaimed, gasping and stumbling away from the cage, distancing himself from the apparition's touch.
"Fiesty young man isn't he?" Cyrus said, amused.
"Whatever. Look, you got your ghost, I'm still in shock about it, but you got him. So I'm out of here, like right now!" Dennis exclaimed, already on his way out of the field.
"Of course, my men and I will take care of things from here. You've been a great help. See you tomorrow night." Cyrus called back cheerfully.
"Tomorrow?!" Dennis had had enough of this to last him years.
"Yes, I did contract you for the capturing of twelve ghosts, and I assure you I want them as quickly as possible."
Dennis could only watch helplessly as Cyrus turned and walked away, clearly ending the conversation.
"Come on, there's no reason for us to stick around." Jessica said, taking Dennis's hand to lead him. He followed without thinking, grasping her hand tighter. He had actually forgotten how wonderful it was to be able to take comfort in another's person touch. Had never actually known, to be honest. But he found he liked it.
"Yeah, we should get out of here."
Tomorrow would be a very busy night.
One down, eleven to go.
TBC
One capture down, the others will probably be a bit more exciting. I'm like racking my mind to think of something for the torso, I probably won't even give it its own chapter.
Thanks for the fab reviews. I love to hear them. Diana ^_^