~Disclaimer~ I don't own anything but THIS story in general. It's mine. And
I wrote it. So there..but I don't own Dennis.or Cyrus...or anything of that
nature. Poor me. Will whimper in my room now.
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Eleven: Ten down, Two to go
I was so embarrassed. Maybe it was just me and I couldn't take care of myself. It's understandable if you just need help for a little while, to get yourself back on your feet. But I stayed with him for three years. You don't know how it feels to have everything taken away from you cause a power you have can help some old fogey.
It must've been good on him after a while, cause in that time We caught eight of the ghosts. Three years, eight ghosts. Hard as hell. We only had two ghosts left to capture, and I was looking forward to getting paid and getting my life back. Or started, since I never really had a life.
Before that time, I had the hardest choice of continuing what I was doing. Maybe I could just escape and run out of there and forget about it. But the money problem faced by again and I forgot about that bright idea. I stayed with him and fought it out with myself.
We needed to get The Angry Princess, and The Juggernaut. Not fun. First of all, I had had plenty of visions concerning all the ghosts, and these two didn't seem like the kind of people you'd want coming over your house to hang out. And however, erm, interesting The Angry Princess seemed, I didn't have meeting her on my 'gosh, I can't wait to do this' list. But if I didn't want to end up like Hubert the Happy Hobo, I didn't really have a choice.
So during a happy little time at the end of summer, we showed up outside this really cool looking house. Real nice. The owners were home, and apparently Cyrus had told them what he planned to do and they let him, for a price. Not as many crew members showed up for this one. But god, the whole thing was complicated as hell.
First of all, I had to actually GO INTO THE ROOM. Normal looking room, HER room, obviously. Pictures of her still lied out on the desk and on the walls, a TV, normal teenage magazines and stuff. She was beautiful, and I stared at the snaps of her hanging up, only bringing my attention back to the task at hand when Cyrus hit the back of my head. I nodded, searching for something that could clue us to her exact location. I picked up a year book, flipped it too the back and scanned over all the autographs in the back. This girl was, at one point, very popular.
I put the yearbook back and looked at another book. A diary. Before I even got to open the cover I got knocked onto the floor, the familiar flashing pain filling my head. I groaned writhing on the floor. Cyrus was less than patient this time, kicking me to get up as I tried to recover from the shock. I looked up at him and swallowed.
"Off your ass, what's the location?"
I sighed loudly, trying to force the pain away. "She's still in the house."
An evil look came over him, silent glee. "Wonderful. Now where?"
"Umm, fhhhh, bathroom." I blinked. "Yeah, the bathroom. And she doesn't move around at all."
Cyrus quickly ran down the stairs, I waited upstairs with the few people that had come to help. One guy was actually nice enough to ask how I was. I told him fine, and got up, finding my balance.
He nodded and turned his attention back to the hallway waiting for his leader to come bounding up the stairs again. I waited patiently. Cyrus told him to wait outside, and he obeyed loyally.
"It's confirmed. They don't go into the second level bathroom, things have been thrown around in there, and they believe it's unsafe." He informed us while walking up.
What an asshole, I finally realised he cared nothing about me as he sent me inside that spacious little bathroom first. I also realised I was shivering as I slunk in.
"Uh.any ghosts in here? Hello?"
Cyrus threw me a pair of glasses and I slipped them on quickly. First thing meeting my eyes was the angry face of...well, the Angry Princess. Not cool.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" I shrieked and fell into opposite wall behind me, putting my hands in front of my face for protection. "HOLY SHIT!!!"
She just stood there glaring at me. Her body a mess of cuts and slashes, placed there by self mutilation. I shook my head in disbelief. "Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh MAN!!"
She came closer and I stood up slowly, squeezing my self hard agains't the wall, hoping I would just disappear through it like the ghost I faced could. She reached out to touch me and I screamed in agony. Flashes of her cutting herself racing in front of my eyes, and I yelled for something to hold on to. To make it stop. I felt like passing out.
Just than, my savior as it was, but the death of another human being, a scene of blood and violence appeared outside the bathroom window, the screaming caught The Princesses attention and the sight of blood made her go towards it. I was left in the bathroom alone to cater to my own damages.
Cyrus had killed one of his own employees, to lure her outside so to trap her in the cube. He wasn't the only one killed. A path of death and destruction followed her way to get to her destination. I couldn't help myself and ran back into the bathroom to throw up.
The whole way back, my mind was blank. And it was weird. I thought that I'd be a mess over it. All the death, just so one guy could have what he wanted. It scared me...because I could've cared less.
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Eleven: Ten down, Two to go
I was so embarrassed. Maybe it was just me and I couldn't take care of myself. It's understandable if you just need help for a little while, to get yourself back on your feet. But I stayed with him for three years. You don't know how it feels to have everything taken away from you cause a power you have can help some old fogey.
It must've been good on him after a while, cause in that time We caught eight of the ghosts. Three years, eight ghosts. Hard as hell. We only had two ghosts left to capture, and I was looking forward to getting paid and getting my life back. Or started, since I never really had a life.
Before that time, I had the hardest choice of continuing what I was doing. Maybe I could just escape and run out of there and forget about it. But the money problem faced by again and I forgot about that bright idea. I stayed with him and fought it out with myself.
We needed to get The Angry Princess, and The Juggernaut. Not fun. First of all, I had had plenty of visions concerning all the ghosts, and these two didn't seem like the kind of people you'd want coming over your house to hang out. And however, erm, interesting The Angry Princess seemed, I didn't have meeting her on my 'gosh, I can't wait to do this' list. But if I didn't want to end up like Hubert the Happy Hobo, I didn't really have a choice.
So during a happy little time at the end of summer, we showed up outside this really cool looking house. Real nice. The owners were home, and apparently Cyrus had told them what he planned to do and they let him, for a price. Not as many crew members showed up for this one. But god, the whole thing was complicated as hell.
First of all, I had to actually GO INTO THE ROOM. Normal looking room, HER room, obviously. Pictures of her still lied out on the desk and on the walls, a TV, normal teenage magazines and stuff. She was beautiful, and I stared at the snaps of her hanging up, only bringing my attention back to the task at hand when Cyrus hit the back of my head. I nodded, searching for something that could clue us to her exact location. I picked up a year book, flipped it too the back and scanned over all the autographs in the back. This girl was, at one point, very popular.
I put the yearbook back and looked at another book. A diary. Before I even got to open the cover I got knocked onto the floor, the familiar flashing pain filling my head. I groaned writhing on the floor. Cyrus was less than patient this time, kicking me to get up as I tried to recover from the shock. I looked up at him and swallowed.
"Off your ass, what's the location?"
I sighed loudly, trying to force the pain away. "She's still in the house."
An evil look came over him, silent glee. "Wonderful. Now where?"
"Umm, fhhhh, bathroom." I blinked. "Yeah, the bathroom. And she doesn't move around at all."
Cyrus quickly ran down the stairs, I waited upstairs with the few people that had come to help. One guy was actually nice enough to ask how I was. I told him fine, and got up, finding my balance.
He nodded and turned his attention back to the hallway waiting for his leader to come bounding up the stairs again. I waited patiently. Cyrus told him to wait outside, and he obeyed loyally.
"It's confirmed. They don't go into the second level bathroom, things have been thrown around in there, and they believe it's unsafe." He informed us while walking up.
What an asshole, I finally realised he cared nothing about me as he sent me inside that spacious little bathroom first. I also realised I was shivering as I slunk in.
"Uh.any ghosts in here? Hello?"
Cyrus threw me a pair of glasses and I slipped them on quickly. First thing meeting my eyes was the angry face of...well, the Angry Princess. Not cool.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" I shrieked and fell into opposite wall behind me, putting my hands in front of my face for protection. "HOLY SHIT!!!"
She just stood there glaring at me. Her body a mess of cuts and slashes, placed there by self mutilation. I shook my head in disbelief. "Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh MAN!!"
She came closer and I stood up slowly, squeezing my self hard agains't the wall, hoping I would just disappear through it like the ghost I faced could. She reached out to touch me and I screamed in agony. Flashes of her cutting herself racing in front of my eyes, and I yelled for something to hold on to. To make it stop. I felt like passing out.
Just than, my savior as it was, but the death of another human being, a scene of blood and violence appeared outside the bathroom window, the screaming caught The Princesses attention and the sight of blood made her go towards it. I was left in the bathroom alone to cater to my own damages.
Cyrus had killed one of his own employees, to lure her outside so to trap her in the cube. He wasn't the only one killed. A path of death and destruction followed her way to get to her destination. I couldn't help myself and ran back into the bathroom to throw up.
The whole way back, my mind was blank. And it was weird. I thought that I'd be a mess over it. All the death, just so one guy could have what he wanted. It scared me...because I could've cared less.