A/N: this is my first ever 13 Ghosts fic and I'm kinda new to it… it's about the stories of the 13 Ghosts and how they died… well actually 12 since the last ghost was "The Pure Heart"… anyway, the names of these lovely demented unnatural beings are just made up since I don't exactly know their real name… but if you guys happen to know, just tell me okay???

I'm doing this by order… so the next chapter will be for the TORSO…. Oohhhh that would be hard…

Disclaimer: I own nothing about 13 Ghosts… especially the whole concept of having 13 Ghosts—powerful and all—that wants nothing but revenge…

I'm so mental sometimes… I don't even know what I'm saying!!!! (note: mentioned the words '13 Ghosts' 4 times… weird)


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Chapter 1: 1st Born Child

Stephanie Johnson looked down on her arms. Lying innocently between it was a small baby boy, all red and new to the world. He was oblivious to his surrounding, his eyes closed as he lay in sweet slumber beneath the light blue sheet wrapped around him.

"He's so beautiful." Michael Johnson whispered as he stroke the head of his newborn baby boy.

"What do you want to call him?" Stephanie asked as she cradle her baby. Michael paused for a while.

"Brian. Brian Johnson."

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"Brian!"

The little 8-year-old boy looked up as his mother's voice rang in the air. He was sitting outside his house by the garden, playing with his toy cars.

"Brian! A package is here for you!"

Brian quickly stood up and ran inside his house. As he stepped into their living room, a small package was by the door, his parents standing at each side.

"Look what just came for the birthday boy!!" Brian's mother cried. Yes, true, it was the little boy's birthday.

Brian ran to the small box and quickly opened it. There, resting against pieces of white paper was a bow and arrow. He quickly bent over it and picked the two things up and jumped for joy. He quickly ran to his parents and gave them each a warm hug.

"We knew you'd like it!" Brian's father said as he held his son in his arms. "Now you play along outside as we get ready for your party." He patted Brian's back, who quickly darted back outside.

As the two prepared inside and as relatives started arriving, Brian was quietly playing in the garden, shooting the arrow from different directions. As he started getting bored, he decided to shoot it upwards, guessing how high it can get. His cousins arrived, but he didn't take notice of them since he was busy aiming his shot.

As his cousins watched, Brian swiftly took hold of the arrow and skillfully launched it in the air. He looked up, watching it as it fly upwards. His cousins stared at him in great bewilderment and they clapped on, but Brian didn't care, since he was preoccupied watching his arrow. Go up…

And up…

And up…

Then is suddenly turned downwards.

He watched it as it came down…

Down…

Down directly at his face…

His cousins started screaming, warning him of the quickly approaching arrow. But Brian didn't hear them. He was busy staring at the arrow.

But then it was too late. It was too late for Brian to snap out of reality. It was too late for him to side-step. Soon, he could hear the sickening sound of hard metal slash through his skin, bone and head… as life suddenly drained from him, he could feel his body fall to the ground and his heart stop.

He felt a sudden whisk of wind, as if he was pulled up, and felt a sudden rush of pain. Brian opened his eyes and looked down.

There lying on the ground was his lifeless body, surrounded by his crying relatives. A silver metal arrow was stuck to his head, and blood rushed from the small pierced wound. His mother had fainted and other relatives were carrying her inside. His father was on the phone, screaming for help.

Brian looked down on his hand. They were transparent. He looked down on his body, his feet… they were all transparent… as he rubbed his head since a strong headache came, he felt something long poking out of his forehead. As he peered up…

A long silver arrow was resting upon it…           

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Years passed and Brian stayed along his house. He was always there, watching his parents. But soon his mother got pregnant again, having children once more. Brian was happy, knowing the fact that he had brothers and sisters. But what bothered him most was fact that his parents didn't tell his siblings about him. How he was the first born and got killed by a gift from them.

Anger soon built inside him as his parents completely forgot about him, to the point that they never visited his grave at all and pretending to have no 'Brian Johnson' in their life. Pictures and things that belong to Brian was kept, some was even burned. This made him more furious. He was now to determine to seek for vengeance.

Vengeance not only for himself, but to all those other children who were forgotten as well…      

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A/N: oh my GOD I cannot believe I just finished a story!!! And about my most favorite movie as well!!!! ah joy! Rapture! Oooohhhh!!!! Well, hope you guys liked that… chapter 2 will be coming soon… so do not forget to REVIEW okay??? Okay!!!!! Byebye!!! Toodles!!! Ciao!!!