Author's note: Hello to Anne who got me to write this. Please review to let
me know that someone is actually still reading. This is a longer chapter so
enjoy. I'm trying out a new, more detailed writing style, tell me if you
like it.
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In the Hospital
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Libby Smith has always been superstitious, believing in extra-terrestrials and Ghosts. She'd always secretly believed that such beings lived among us and appeared to those who believed in them. She'd also always been extremely wary of Hospitals.
She didn't want to be here, that was for certain. If her Mother hadn't made her she probably wouldn't have visited her little brother at all.
"I hate Hospitals!" She muttered to herself, scuffing her shoes along the corridor floor. "People die here everyday, there's bound to be ghosts! Angry ghosts!" As much as Libby wanted to meet one of these strange beings, she was not keen on meeting an angry one. As if on cue with her thoughts a soft "Thump-thump-thump" Sounded out from above her.
Libby Gasped. Was it a ghost? WERE there such things? The thumping sounded again.
"Hello?" Libby called out.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Came a yell from above. Libby stood still. A ghost? Trapped? Her mind raced back to every ghost story she'd ever read, coming to rest on one about a girl who had died trapped in an attic and couldn't be laid to rest until someone broke the seal on the attic and let her soul escape. Libby, having a seriously overactive imagination, immediately seized a chair from the corridor wall, stood on it and set about moving the ceiling panels.
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It was 2am before Jeff and Nikki finally got home. Lita was still at Matt's bedside but, since he was asleep, Nikki and Jeff hadn't seen the point. Besides, they were eager to get home after a long day.
"How's your leg?" asked Jeff as they both plonked down on the sofa. Nikki pulled a face.
"Painful, plus I got bloodstains on my favourite pants!" Jeff laughed.
"It'll wash, babes don't worry." With a jolt he realised what he had called her. 'Babes.' He could still barely believe that she was his at last. He could finally call her whatever he liked.
Nikki pressed her head against Jeff's shoulder and announced that she was sleepy. He just smiled and stroked her hair. His. She was finally his.
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Eric dusted off his hands and surveyed the unconscious form of Libby Smith, slumped against the hospital wall. He cackled at the sight of blood trickling down her forehead and onto the linoleum. Her red hair reminded him of the other two bitches he had to get even with. They had probably gone by now. Gone to their home. He snorted. Gone back home as a little cosy family. Well, they could have their wish to be one - they could even die as one.
Eric Cackled once again and fished in his pocket for what he needed. He finally pulled it from his jeans after a few seconds' search. He held it up to read it in the dim hospital light - it was a business card that simply read "Blaze's Gun club, for sport for hire, for sale."
Smiling, Eric re-pocketed the card and strolled off, remembering to deliver a swift kick to Libby's ribs as he passed.
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"mm-uh Lita?" Muttered Matt, slipping into the painful realm of consciousness. "Lita?" he asked again, this time more coherently. "Hello?" he shouted.
"Yeah, yeah I heard you," Mumbled a nurse walking in and setting about checking Matt's vitals.
"Where's Lita?" he asked again, this time at a more acceptable volume.
The nurse pondered for a moment, trying to remember who this "Lita" was.
"oh! I know! Red head, pretty, tattoo on her shoulder. . ."
"Yes? Where is she?" Matt asked again, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"Now, now let me finish" said the nurse, annoyed at being interrupted. "I think she went out to get some air." She finished. "About five minutes ago, she should be back soon. Now you take it easy and try to rest up, okay?"
"Ok." Said Matt and just as he did so Lita came back through the door.
"Hey, you're awake." She came over and kissed his cheek. "I just went to catch some air, it's way too stuffy in here." She explained.
"What happened with Eric." He asked. Lita grimaced.
"Eric's gone. He attacked me and he attacked Nikki and now he's disappeared. Good riddance to him."
"I thought you loved him?"
"Yeah." Snarled Lita. "heavy on the I thought I"
"So, you don't love him."
"I never did." Lita confirmed. "The only person I've ever loved is lying in front of me right now."
And suddenly Matt wasn't sure if the swirly feeling in his stomach was from the operation, or from those words.
Da end of chapter 9, Chapter 10 coming soon. (What do you MEAN you've heard that one before!)
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In the Hospital
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Libby Smith has always been superstitious, believing in extra-terrestrials and Ghosts. She'd always secretly believed that such beings lived among us and appeared to those who believed in them. She'd also always been extremely wary of Hospitals.
She didn't want to be here, that was for certain. If her Mother hadn't made her she probably wouldn't have visited her little brother at all.
"I hate Hospitals!" She muttered to herself, scuffing her shoes along the corridor floor. "People die here everyday, there's bound to be ghosts! Angry ghosts!" As much as Libby wanted to meet one of these strange beings, she was not keen on meeting an angry one. As if on cue with her thoughts a soft "Thump-thump-thump" Sounded out from above her.
Libby Gasped. Was it a ghost? WERE there such things? The thumping sounded again.
"Hello?" Libby called out.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Came a yell from above. Libby stood still. A ghost? Trapped? Her mind raced back to every ghost story she'd ever read, coming to rest on one about a girl who had died trapped in an attic and couldn't be laid to rest until someone broke the seal on the attic and let her soul escape. Libby, having a seriously overactive imagination, immediately seized a chair from the corridor wall, stood on it and set about moving the ceiling panels.
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It was 2am before Jeff and Nikki finally got home. Lita was still at Matt's bedside but, since he was asleep, Nikki and Jeff hadn't seen the point. Besides, they were eager to get home after a long day.
"How's your leg?" asked Jeff as they both plonked down on the sofa. Nikki pulled a face.
"Painful, plus I got bloodstains on my favourite pants!" Jeff laughed.
"It'll wash, babes don't worry." With a jolt he realised what he had called her. 'Babes.' He could still barely believe that she was his at last. He could finally call her whatever he liked.
Nikki pressed her head against Jeff's shoulder and announced that she was sleepy. He just smiled and stroked her hair. His. She was finally his.
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Eric dusted off his hands and surveyed the unconscious form of Libby Smith, slumped against the hospital wall. He cackled at the sight of blood trickling down her forehead and onto the linoleum. Her red hair reminded him of the other two bitches he had to get even with. They had probably gone by now. Gone to their home. He snorted. Gone back home as a little cosy family. Well, they could have their wish to be one - they could even die as one.
Eric Cackled once again and fished in his pocket for what he needed. He finally pulled it from his jeans after a few seconds' search. He held it up to read it in the dim hospital light - it was a business card that simply read "Blaze's Gun club, for sport for hire, for sale."
Smiling, Eric re-pocketed the card and strolled off, remembering to deliver a swift kick to Libby's ribs as he passed.
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"mm-uh Lita?" Muttered Matt, slipping into the painful realm of consciousness. "Lita?" he asked again, this time more coherently. "Hello?" he shouted.
"Yeah, yeah I heard you," Mumbled a nurse walking in and setting about checking Matt's vitals.
"Where's Lita?" he asked again, this time at a more acceptable volume.
The nurse pondered for a moment, trying to remember who this "Lita" was.
"oh! I know! Red head, pretty, tattoo on her shoulder. . ."
"Yes? Where is she?" Matt asked again, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"Now, now let me finish" said the nurse, annoyed at being interrupted. "I think she went out to get some air." She finished. "About five minutes ago, she should be back soon. Now you take it easy and try to rest up, okay?"
"Ok." Said Matt and just as he did so Lita came back through the door.
"Hey, you're awake." She came over and kissed his cheek. "I just went to catch some air, it's way too stuffy in here." She explained.
"What happened with Eric." He asked. Lita grimaced.
"Eric's gone. He attacked me and he attacked Nikki and now he's disappeared. Good riddance to him."
"I thought you loved him?"
"Yeah." Snarled Lita. "heavy on the I thought I"
"So, you don't love him."
"I never did." Lita confirmed. "The only person I've ever loved is lying in front of me right now."
And suddenly Matt wasn't sure if the swirly feeling in his stomach was from the operation, or from those words.
Da end of chapter 9, Chapter 10 coming soon. (What do you MEAN you've heard that one before!)