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me, you wouldn't get much from a 12 year old kid. Trust me. I think I own
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~Author's Note~ Okay, the last chapter was short, granted, I wrote it quick and I needed to get the ideas out. This one is expanding on the capture. Please, please, pleaaaaase. Read and review. Come on, I'm begging you.
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Seven: A Reason to Hate Ghosts
The next morning was colder. A lot colder, I mean, I could barely feel my hands when I woke up. I immediately ran over and threw on a sweater, turning up the heat and groaning at the same time when I thought of the bill I'd have to pay for the heating.
Money was a big problem. Cyrus didn't pay me yet, I had a feeling he wouldn't for a while. I was okay with that in one way, but in another way I was really pissed off. Didn't he realize I was human too? I needed to live, and at this rate I'd be kicked out of my apartment in a month for not paying any rent. I had lost my recent job for showing up repeatedly late. It wasn't my fault, I just had more things to worry about. I was a semi- busy person.
I shivered and attempted breakfast, the end result looked like the eggs my grandmother made me when I was little, just the thought of eating them was gross, but I was hungry and I wasn't about to waste food.
So after gulping down a plateful of nasty runny eggs, I took a shower and walked outside. Coat wrapped around me tight. I was never a fan of the cold. It reminded me of ghosts, and how the tempature always dropped when they were around. I shivered, but not because of the chill.
Walking around town looking for a job had become a ritual for me, I didn't look in the paper, finding that the best jobs were the ones displayed by signs, .well, maybe not the best but defiantly the easiest to land. And if I needed anything then it was an easy job.
I walked inside a corner food market with a sign out front saying: JOB OPENING, GOOD HOURS. I highly doubted they really had good hours, but honestly just the job opening part hooked me. In front at a register was a guy with a name tag. It said "Mike" I walked over to him.
"Hey, um, I saw a sign for a job opening outside, and uh, I was wondering if it's still open." I gulped nervously. I was never good around people. "Can I, uh, speak to the manager?"
He pointed to his nametag at the part I failed to notice, right under his name it clearly announced "Manager" I shrugged embarrassingly. "Oh, well, then, ..yeah."
He tilted his head to the side in a bored way. "Yeah, we still have an opening, would'ja like it?"
Surprised I nodded.
He reached down into the counter and tossed me an apron looking thingy. It was greenish and had an empty nametag clinging to the chest. It would be embarrassing to wear but I needed the job. I was shocked at how easy I'd gotten it but decided not to jinx it. I asked about the pay and he told me it was 9 dollars an hour. I made a face but didn't say anything, I didn't want to risk it. He told me to be back here next Wednesday and he'd get me started. I thanked him and started walking back home.
Once I got inside, since I had nothing else to do, I picked up the phone and called Cyrus. Why? Because I was bored, and maybe he'd have something for me to do. Oh, and another thing. Cyrus was ALWAYS home. No matter what. So naturally, when I called him and there was no answer I was worried. Really worried. I went straight over to his house.
I stood there for about nine minutes knocking on his door, finally I gave in and slipped through the window, almost falling on my ass. Searching around I realized Cyrus was nowhere in the house. This worried me. See, I really .I dunno, I guess I believed Cyrus was my friend. Can you blame me? I had known him so long already. I sat down in the kitchen and waited.
Looking around on the table I saw a piece of paper, it had an address on it, next to the phone, apparently he had gotten it from someone he was talking to. I picked it up and studied it. Knowing nothing else to do I followed the address to see where it took me.
Coming up to my destination, I first though I saw nothing. It was a back alleyway with bare street walls. I shook my head, mentally cursing myself for following a wild goose chase. That's when I saw the door. It was centered on a side wall, I shrugged and walked over to it, curious what I might find. It was unlocked.
I pulled it open and looked inside. .Well, more like I stared inside. There were stairs leading from the door into a deep basement-like area. My mouth gaped open. Tons of the ghost hunt crew members where downstairs, moving around machinery. I licked my lips, they were dry from staring motionless for so long. I saw Cyrus standing in a far corner monitoring the construction of some cubes. He looked up and saw me.
He yelled up. "DENNIS! What are you doing here?!"
I whimpered like a puppy. I was scared shitless. Grinning goofily I gave him a shrug. "Um. I ...was...bored." I grinned again, wider.
He glared at me angrily, I shivered. I think I knew I was in big trouble. Oh yeah, big trouble. He walked up the steps to greet me.
"Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, why did you come here? I told you to never meddle in my affairs."
I tried to make light of the situation. "You sound like one of those villains in Scooby Doo." I laughed nervously.
His glare never wavered.
I scratched the back of my neck. "Listen, I um, I was ..worried. I thought something had happened with one of the ghosts, I got a bad feeling. I just- "
"You just broke into my house and followed me to a secret location without permission."
"Well, uh, put that way, ..yeah."
He glared.
"Sorry."
Suddenly a huge blast echoed through the building, I looked towards the sound and saw a million shards of glass laying out on the floor. I stared again. "Woah!!!"
Cyrus looked worried and yelled out to his team. "STAY AWAY, MOVE BACK!!! NOW!!"
Most of them listened but a few ass holes didn't pay attention. Almost out of nowhere one of them was thrown into the wall, a huge bloody gap appearing in his stoumach. I felt a sick feeling rising up in my throat, I turned away. Another man was gorged, internal organs flying, and I held my own stomach, not sure if I was going to puke or not. Cyrus had already started taking care of the situation. And before long the ghost (which was placed in a new containment cube) was safe from harming anyone.
I gasped out of shock and slid down to the floor. Unbelievably affected by the gory scene laying out below me. I shook my head in disbelief, and leaned to the side to throw up. Cyrus regarded this as weak and shook my shoulders. "GET UP!"
I obeyed, afraid of what he might do. But the weak feeling in my stomach spread to my head and I felt a sharp pain before I passed out. Feeling nothing but darkness until I woke up a half hour later.
~Author's Note~ Okay, the last chapter was short, granted, I wrote it quick and I needed to get the ideas out. This one is expanding on the capture. Please, please, pleaaaaase. Read and review. Come on, I'm begging you.
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Seven: A Reason to Hate Ghosts
The next morning was colder. A lot colder, I mean, I could barely feel my hands when I woke up. I immediately ran over and threw on a sweater, turning up the heat and groaning at the same time when I thought of the bill I'd have to pay for the heating.
Money was a big problem. Cyrus didn't pay me yet, I had a feeling he wouldn't for a while. I was okay with that in one way, but in another way I was really pissed off. Didn't he realize I was human too? I needed to live, and at this rate I'd be kicked out of my apartment in a month for not paying any rent. I had lost my recent job for showing up repeatedly late. It wasn't my fault, I just had more things to worry about. I was a semi- busy person.
I shivered and attempted breakfast, the end result looked like the eggs my grandmother made me when I was little, just the thought of eating them was gross, but I was hungry and I wasn't about to waste food.
So after gulping down a plateful of nasty runny eggs, I took a shower and walked outside. Coat wrapped around me tight. I was never a fan of the cold. It reminded me of ghosts, and how the tempature always dropped when they were around. I shivered, but not because of the chill.
Walking around town looking for a job had become a ritual for me, I didn't look in the paper, finding that the best jobs were the ones displayed by signs, .well, maybe not the best but defiantly the easiest to land. And if I needed anything then it was an easy job.
I walked inside a corner food market with a sign out front saying: JOB OPENING, GOOD HOURS. I highly doubted they really had good hours, but honestly just the job opening part hooked me. In front at a register was a guy with a name tag. It said "Mike" I walked over to him.
"Hey, um, I saw a sign for a job opening outside, and uh, I was wondering if it's still open." I gulped nervously. I was never good around people. "Can I, uh, speak to the manager?"
He pointed to his nametag at the part I failed to notice, right under his name it clearly announced "Manager" I shrugged embarrassingly. "Oh, well, then, ..yeah."
He tilted his head to the side in a bored way. "Yeah, we still have an opening, would'ja like it?"
Surprised I nodded.
He reached down into the counter and tossed me an apron looking thingy. It was greenish and had an empty nametag clinging to the chest. It would be embarrassing to wear but I needed the job. I was shocked at how easy I'd gotten it but decided not to jinx it. I asked about the pay and he told me it was 9 dollars an hour. I made a face but didn't say anything, I didn't want to risk it. He told me to be back here next Wednesday and he'd get me started. I thanked him and started walking back home.
Once I got inside, since I had nothing else to do, I picked up the phone and called Cyrus. Why? Because I was bored, and maybe he'd have something for me to do. Oh, and another thing. Cyrus was ALWAYS home. No matter what. So naturally, when I called him and there was no answer I was worried. Really worried. I went straight over to his house.
I stood there for about nine minutes knocking on his door, finally I gave in and slipped through the window, almost falling on my ass. Searching around I realized Cyrus was nowhere in the house. This worried me. See, I really .I dunno, I guess I believed Cyrus was my friend. Can you blame me? I had known him so long already. I sat down in the kitchen and waited.
Looking around on the table I saw a piece of paper, it had an address on it, next to the phone, apparently he had gotten it from someone he was talking to. I picked it up and studied it. Knowing nothing else to do I followed the address to see where it took me.
Coming up to my destination, I first though I saw nothing. It was a back alleyway with bare street walls. I shook my head, mentally cursing myself for following a wild goose chase. That's when I saw the door. It was centered on a side wall, I shrugged and walked over to it, curious what I might find. It was unlocked.
I pulled it open and looked inside. .Well, more like I stared inside. There were stairs leading from the door into a deep basement-like area. My mouth gaped open. Tons of the ghost hunt crew members where downstairs, moving around machinery. I licked my lips, they were dry from staring motionless for so long. I saw Cyrus standing in a far corner monitoring the construction of some cubes. He looked up and saw me.
He yelled up. "DENNIS! What are you doing here?!"
I whimpered like a puppy. I was scared shitless. Grinning goofily I gave him a shrug. "Um. I ...was...bored." I grinned again, wider.
He glared at me angrily, I shivered. I think I knew I was in big trouble. Oh yeah, big trouble. He walked up the steps to greet me.
"Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, why did you come here? I told you to never meddle in my affairs."
I tried to make light of the situation. "You sound like one of those villains in Scooby Doo." I laughed nervously.
His glare never wavered.
I scratched the back of my neck. "Listen, I um, I was ..worried. I thought something had happened with one of the ghosts, I got a bad feeling. I just- "
"You just broke into my house and followed me to a secret location without permission."
"Well, uh, put that way, ..yeah."
He glared.
"Sorry."
Suddenly a huge blast echoed through the building, I looked towards the sound and saw a million shards of glass laying out on the floor. I stared again. "Woah!!!"
Cyrus looked worried and yelled out to his team. "STAY AWAY, MOVE BACK!!! NOW!!"
Most of them listened but a few ass holes didn't pay attention. Almost out of nowhere one of them was thrown into the wall, a huge bloody gap appearing in his stoumach. I felt a sick feeling rising up in my throat, I turned away. Another man was gorged, internal organs flying, and I held my own stomach, not sure if I was going to puke or not. Cyrus had already started taking care of the situation. And before long the ghost (which was placed in a new containment cube) was safe from harming anyone.
I gasped out of shock and slid down to the floor. Unbelievably affected by the gory scene laying out below me. I shook my head in disbelief, and leaned to the side to throw up. Cyrus regarded this as weak and shook my shoulders. "GET UP!"
I obeyed, afraid of what he might do. But the weak feeling in my stomach spread to my head and I felt a sharp pain before I passed out. Feeling nothing but darkness until I woke up a half hour later.