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"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Nine: The Second Capture: The Torso
The phone call was expected, I mean, I knew I'd have to go help'em again sooner or later, so it wasn't as big a shock as the first time..doesn't mean I WANTED to go or anything..
He picked me up this time, I waited by the door of the apartment for him, he drove up in his fancy black car. I hopped in. The drive was longer and as I stared out the window, I saw nothing but fields. .More fields...and more fields...I was just about expecting a cow when the car stopped. We were just below a cliff, which was laying over water. A great deal of water. I didn't know where we were, but I had a feeling it wasn't gonna be pretty.
The hunting crew pounced out of the trucks and set the equipment up near the base of the cliff. A recorder was brought out this time. I asked Cyrus what it was.
"A recording of a spell, Dennis. Ghost's have to obey spells, either written or spoken."
I nodded. "Oh, so that's why there's that freaky writing on the cubes, right?"
He nodded back. "They're in Latin, the language most spells are spoken or written."
Nothing more was said about them.
It seemed there was more stuff to do this time around. More equipment, more precautions. And Cyrus kept me closer, maybe for my safety.. Maybe for his safety, I don't know. I didn't care, actually. I just wanted to get it done and over with. The crew, knowing I was there this time, crowded around me as Cyrus asked me the question.
"Where's the ghost, Dennis?"
I gulped and looked around, everyone was staring at me, and I realised that without me, it would be a lot harder to do the mission. Not impossible, maybe, but still harder. I could've got up right then, and they'd have a hell of a time trying to find Casper.
I didn't though.
"Uhhhh, um.." I put my hand down on the ground, and braced myself for the inevitable. The sharp piercing pain I expected set in my head, I yelled and crouched down lower. Cyrus grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"Get a hold of yourself, where is he?"
I flipped out at him. "Holy SHIT!! The Torso, right? DAMN IT!! This guy..this guy.." And then more quietly. "Shit.."
Cyrus shook me. "WHERE IS HE?!"
I pointed on top of the cliff, a short walk from the bottom. I knew he was there, I also knew that he was pissed off and by in no which way would anyone get me up there. Cyrus nodded and yelled to his crew to set the cube up there, he also gave a signal, and the spell recording started up. It was loud and eerie, and made me uncomfortable, instead of walking away from the scene like last time, I stood there and watched, far away of course, but still close enough to see what was going on.
Cyrus yelled out commands to the crew, and they were carried out. He turned to see me there. A pair of clear glasses were thrown at me. "Here."
I slipped them on, not really wanting to see the ghost, but still curious as to what I might miss.
Unexpectedly a small explosion boomed on top of the cliff, the people up there moved back, and there was another explosion, I looked at Cyrus, curious as to what the point of the bangs were and he yelled and cursed loudly.
I saw the shape of two people running down the cliff, some crew members in hot pursuit. Cyrus wound up being the one to cut them off.
"Well, Damien and Kalina, what a nice surprise." He grinned wickedly.
The girl, Kalina obviously, yelled right back. "Fuck you Cyrus!!"
He made a tsk tsk sound and looked at her. "Such language."
"What do you think you're doing?!"
He smiled. "Getting my property of course." "They're souls! You don't own them!"
He pulled out a piece of paper, she grabbed it from him and tossed it into the wet dirt. "A scrap of paper means nothing! Just something signed by fellow ass holes like yourself!!" She scowled.
"Temper" he said simply.
He motioned for his team to get rid of them, and they were pulled into a car, and drove away.
I walked over to Cyrus. "Who were they?"
He shook his head. "The SPCA of the ghost world. Spirit rights activists, they're a pain in the ass." He laughed.
I laughed too, wanting to stay on his good side as he was obviously pissed off.
Everything was set back up in about a half hour, and the capture went successfully, just like last time. No deaths or injuries, expect for a guy who had accidentally dropped a hammer on his foot. Cyrus dropped me back home and I flopped straight into bed. The day's were going rapidly, and I was glad it was Saturday. I sleep late into the morning the next day.
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Nine: The Second Capture: The Torso
The phone call was expected, I mean, I knew I'd have to go help'em again sooner or later, so it wasn't as big a shock as the first time..doesn't mean I WANTED to go or anything..
He picked me up this time, I waited by the door of the apartment for him, he drove up in his fancy black car. I hopped in. The drive was longer and as I stared out the window, I saw nothing but fields. .More fields...and more fields...I was just about expecting a cow when the car stopped. We were just below a cliff, which was laying over water. A great deal of water. I didn't know where we were, but I had a feeling it wasn't gonna be pretty.
The hunting crew pounced out of the trucks and set the equipment up near the base of the cliff. A recorder was brought out this time. I asked Cyrus what it was.
"A recording of a spell, Dennis. Ghost's have to obey spells, either written or spoken."
I nodded. "Oh, so that's why there's that freaky writing on the cubes, right?"
He nodded back. "They're in Latin, the language most spells are spoken or written."
Nothing more was said about them.
It seemed there was more stuff to do this time around. More equipment, more precautions. And Cyrus kept me closer, maybe for my safety.. Maybe for his safety, I don't know. I didn't care, actually. I just wanted to get it done and over with. The crew, knowing I was there this time, crowded around me as Cyrus asked me the question.
"Where's the ghost, Dennis?"
I gulped and looked around, everyone was staring at me, and I realised that without me, it would be a lot harder to do the mission. Not impossible, maybe, but still harder. I could've got up right then, and they'd have a hell of a time trying to find Casper.
I didn't though.
"Uhhhh, um.." I put my hand down on the ground, and braced myself for the inevitable. The sharp piercing pain I expected set in my head, I yelled and crouched down lower. Cyrus grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"Get a hold of yourself, where is he?"
I flipped out at him. "Holy SHIT!! The Torso, right? DAMN IT!! This guy..this guy.." And then more quietly. "Shit.."
Cyrus shook me. "WHERE IS HE?!"
I pointed on top of the cliff, a short walk from the bottom. I knew he was there, I also knew that he was pissed off and by in no which way would anyone get me up there. Cyrus nodded and yelled to his crew to set the cube up there, he also gave a signal, and the spell recording started up. It was loud and eerie, and made me uncomfortable, instead of walking away from the scene like last time, I stood there and watched, far away of course, but still close enough to see what was going on.
Cyrus yelled out commands to the crew, and they were carried out. He turned to see me there. A pair of clear glasses were thrown at me. "Here."
I slipped them on, not really wanting to see the ghost, but still curious as to what I might miss.
Unexpectedly a small explosion boomed on top of the cliff, the people up there moved back, and there was another explosion, I looked at Cyrus, curious as to what the point of the bangs were and he yelled and cursed loudly.
I saw the shape of two people running down the cliff, some crew members in hot pursuit. Cyrus wound up being the one to cut them off.
"Well, Damien and Kalina, what a nice surprise." He grinned wickedly.
The girl, Kalina obviously, yelled right back. "Fuck you Cyrus!!"
He made a tsk tsk sound and looked at her. "Such language."
"What do you think you're doing?!"
He smiled. "Getting my property of course." "They're souls! You don't own them!"
He pulled out a piece of paper, she grabbed it from him and tossed it into the wet dirt. "A scrap of paper means nothing! Just something signed by fellow ass holes like yourself!!" She scowled.
"Temper" he said simply.
He motioned for his team to get rid of them, and they were pulled into a car, and drove away.
I walked over to Cyrus. "Who were they?"
He shook his head. "The SPCA of the ghost world. Spirit rights activists, they're a pain in the ass." He laughed.
I laughed too, wanting to stay on his good side as he was obviously pissed off.
Everything was set back up in about a half hour, and the capture went successfully, just like last time. No deaths or injuries, expect for a guy who had accidentally dropped a hammer on his foot. Cyrus dropped me back home and I flopped straight into bed. The day's were going rapidly, and I was glad it was Saturday. I sleep late into the morning the next day.