~Disclaimer~
Ohhhh, yeah, riiiight. I own 13 ghosts..suuuure. And in which lifetime did
you think I had enough money to make a movie? I mean really people. Common
sense, please. OF COURSE I DON'T OWN 13 GHOSTS!!! *grin*
~Author's Note~ I'm sorry, I haven't updated this story in ..well, ever. That's 'cause I got a new computer and it didn't have Microsoft Word loaded on it, still doesn't, I'm using another computer to do this. Tell me what'cha think, I haven't written in a while.
"Life" by a ghost
Chapter Six: First Capture? The First Born Son.
It was around December, cold out, sure, but not so cold that I needed a heavy winter jacket. It's weird, huh? How weather is freaky like that sometimes. So naturally when Cyrus called my apartment and told me to get my butt down to his house, I just grabbed a light jacket and zoomed out, mad Cyrus was never fun Cyrus.
At the time I was around ..23 or 24...I'm not 100 percent on that, it's hard to keep track of that stuff. I had been living with Cyrus for a few years after I left my grandparents (as much as a loved them they were a kinda a pain, if you know what I mean) When I was 21 or so I gathered up whatever money I owned to start paying rent for an apartment. Why? I guess I wanted to feel more independent. I mean, living with the creepy old guy for a while was not much fun..well...it wasn't any fun, at all. So there's my point.
Cyrus was waiting for me outside his house, just standing there, big black billowy coat of pain hanging off his shoulders. I walked up to him.
"Cyrus! Dude! What's up?"
He just kinda glared at me, and grabbed my arm. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in the back seat of his big expensive car while it's rolling down the street. I shook his shoulders.
"Where are we going?"
"Sorry to give you such short notice, but it's time we capture the first of our spirits, a little early, I know, but it's times like this when you need to hurry things along."
I had.no idea what he meant. But questions were answered when we pulled up in front of a small house laying neatly on a big stretched out field. He walked out of the car and I followed.
There was a hunting crew setting up equiptment, apparently Cyrus' team. They were all wearing protective see through jackets, Cyrus threw me an identical one and I slipped it on.
The house belonged to The Michael's. Two people in recent times, used to be three, see, apparently their son, Billy, had been killed years back, shot through the head with a arrow, pretty gruesome death if you ask me, but I didn't wanna get into it.
Cyrus dragged me in back of the house, The Michael's weren't home, and had no idea that we'd be there, we left it to chance that they wouldn't drive up while their mad rampaging ghost of a son was getting thrown into a containment cube. I stood by for a minute and Cyrus tapped my shoulder.
"Dennis, this is where you come in, you're job and what I'm paying you for. Hold this." He handed me a bow and I took it.
Almost immediately blinding pain filled my head, I had to crouch down on the floor to keep myself from falling over. I hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. Images flashed through my mind and I tried to concentrate on them best I could as the mind-numbing pain racked my head. I opened my eyes.
Cyrus was eager, he looked at me expectantly. "Well, what did you see?"
I held my head and tried to stand up. "Um. Uhhh, kid , little boy." I groaned. "Ouch, ummmm,." I looked up. "Wait, that was Billy, wasn't it?"
Cyrus nodded. "Where is he now?"
I blinked and looked around. The backyard of the house was as big, or even bigger than the front. After the field miles of woods stretched past. ".He's..." I closed my eyes and tried to think, seeing I had no choice I knelt down and touched the soft wet grass under me. I felt a sharp pain again, and looked over and pointed. "Near the edge of the woods, not to close, he's not moving to much."
Cyrus immediately forgot about me and rushed his team over to the spot. I took my time and sat down on the wet lawn, my head throbbing. And, seeing I was no longer needed, lifted myself up a few minutes later and slid into the car to dry off.
All in all, it didn't take too long. The First Born Song was captured in less than an hour and I was brought straight home, needless to say I fell asleep almost right away. Ghost hunting takes a lot out of you I guess.
Actually, I think I woke up once that night. I remember wondering, briefly, why Cyrus wanted the ghosts, but as soon as I thought it, the energy left my body and I fell right back asleep.
~Author's Note~ I'm sorry, I haven't updated this story in ..well, ever. That's 'cause I got a new computer and it didn't have Microsoft Word loaded on it, still doesn't, I'm using another computer to do this. Tell me what'cha think, I haven't written in a while.
"Life" by a ghost
Chapter Six: First Capture? The First Born Son.
It was around December, cold out, sure, but not so cold that I needed a heavy winter jacket. It's weird, huh? How weather is freaky like that sometimes. So naturally when Cyrus called my apartment and told me to get my butt down to his house, I just grabbed a light jacket and zoomed out, mad Cyrus was never fun Cyrus.
At the time I was around ..23 or 24...I'm not 100 percent on that, it's hard to keep track of that stuff. I had been living with Cyrus for a few years after I left my grandparents (as much as a loved them they were a kinda a pain, if you know what I mean) When I was 21 or so I gathered up whatever money I owned to start paying rent for an apartment. Why? I guess I wanted to feel more independent. I mean, living with the creepy old guy for a while was not much fun..well...it wasn't any fun, at all. So there's my point.
Cyrus was waiting for me outside his house, just standing there, big black billowy coat of pain hanging off his shoulders. I walked up to him.
"Cyrus! Dude! What's up?"
He just kinda glared at me, and grabbed my arm. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in the back seat of his big expensive car while it's rolling down the street. I shook his shoulders.
"Where are we going?"
"Sorry to give you such short notice, but it's time we capture the first of our spirits, a little early, I know, but it's times like this when you need to hurry things along."
I had.no idea what he meant. But questions were answered when we pulled up in front of a small house laying neatly on a big stretched out field. He walked out of the car and I followed.
There was a hunting crew setting up equiptment, apparently Cyrus' team. They were all wearing protective see through jackets, Cyrus threw me an identical one and I slipped it on.
The house belonged to The Michael's. Two people in recent times, used to be three, see, apparently their son, Billy, had been killed years back, shot through the head with a arrow, pretty gruesome death if you ask me, but I didn't wanna get into it.
Cyrus dragged me in back of the house, The Michael's weren't home, and had no idea that we'd be there, we left it to chance that they wouldn't drive up while their mad rampaging ghost of a son was getting thrown into a containment cube. I stood by for a minute and Cyrus tapped my shoulder.
"Dennis, this is where you come in, you're job and what I'm paying you for. Hold this." He handed me a bow and I took it.
Almost immediately blinding pain filled my head, I had to crouch down on the floor to keep myself from falling over. I hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. Images flashed through my mind and I tried to concentrate on them best I could as the mind-numbing pain racked my head. I opened my eyes.
Cyrus was eager, he looked at me expectantly. "Well, what did you see?"
I held my head and tried to stand up. "Um. Uhhh, kid , little boy." I groaned. "Ouch, ummmm,." I looked up. "Wait, that was Billy, wasn't it?"
Cyrus nodded. "Where is he now?"
I blinked and looked around. The backyard of the house was as big, or even bigger than the front. After the field miles of woods stretched past. ".He's..." I closed my eyes and tried to think, seeing I had no choice I knelt down and touched the soft wet grass under me. I felt a sharp pain again, and looked over and pointed. "Near the edge of the woods, not to close, he's not moving to much."
Cyrus immediately forgot about me and rushed his team over to the spot. I took my time and sat down on the wet lawn, my head throbbing. And, seeing I was no longer needed, lifted myself up a few minutes later and slid into the car to dry off.
All in all, it didn't take too long. The First Born Song was captured in less than an hour and I was brought straight home, needless to say I fell asleep almost right away. Ghost hunting takes a lot out of you I guess.
Actually, I think I woke up once that night. I remember wondering, briefly, why Cyrus wanted the ghosts, but as soon as I thought it, the energy left my body and I fell right back asleep.