This is pretty much just a filler chapter...nothing much happens, kind of boring...but all stories have to have at least 'one' filler chapter right? Right?? 'Crickets chirp' Well Anyway, after this really short chapter Danny will FINALLY be in Roswell! 'Dances' No more switching back and forth!
I've also already started writing Chapter nine, which will be a fairly long chapter, so I'll most likely have that up within the next few days if I can get past this darn writers block I seem to have... Also I would like to give a HUGE thanks to all of the people who have reviewed this story! 'Hands you all cookies' You have no idea how happy it makes me to see that people actually like my writing! And now I shall stop boring you all with my talking, and get onto the next chapter!
Chapter 8 Location: (918 Wayward Road...the convenient store)
The ghost watched as the moving van and RV pulled back out onto the highway, driving and finally disappearing from his sight. He grinned, seeing that his one and only threat was now gone.
He glanced at the paper again and than shoved it hastily into his pocket, turning and flying back behind the convenient store. The air grew steadily colder as the wind picked up, and thunder started rumbling in the distance.
The ghost ignored the signs that another storm was approaching as he landed, starting to pace back and forth as he awaited someone's arrival.
After about forty-five minutes and still no sign of anyone, the ghost grew irritated. He was just about to blast down the convenient store to relieve some of his frustration when suddenly he saw a shadow approaching him from behind.
He turned around to see a man standing there, staring at him. He had a black hat on, tilted forewords so that it was hiding his face. Sunglasses covered his eyes, despite it being so cloudy out that it seemed almost to be night.
He was wearing a long black trench coat, both hands hidden deep within its pockets. His black boots were polished, gleaming slightly as a flash of lightning illuminated the area, followed by a loud crash of thunder.
The ghost watched him cautiously, both of them keeping their distance from one another.
"I've been waiting here for nearly an hour." The ghost said, speaking up at last, a hint of anger in his voice.
The man's face held no expression, nor did his voice as he spoke. "I don't care if you've been waiting here all day," He replied shortly. "That's none of my concern."
"It is if you want me to continue doing your little errands."
The man's lips twisted into a small grin, "You'll do what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it," he said. "Even if that means waiting here all day for more instruction."
The ghost growled angrily, his hands clenching into fists. But he knew better than to attack the man, and he kept his ground.
The man removed one hand from his coat and reached into one of the upper pockets on the inside of it, taking out a large yellow envelope. The ghost watched him, growing slightly nervous as the man began to move in his direction.
As soon as he was within a few feet he tossed the envelope to the ghost, who caught it and glanced down at it momentarily before turning and looking up again. "What's this?" he asked.
"Your next job. Don't screw this one up, got it?" the man said. The ghost glared at him for a moment and than tucked the envelope away in his coat.
"How will I report back to you?" he asked.
"You won't. We'll find you when the time is up. Just make sure you stay low this time, we're sick of cleaning up after you every time you expose your self." The man answered.
"What's the next job?" the ghost inquired.
The man rolled his eyes, though the ghost didn't see since sunglasses covered them. "It's in the envelope, read it, and than follow orders. That's all you need to know."
"And after I do this I get paid right?"
"No. After you do this, and actually succeed, you get paid. If you don't do this one right, you're not getting anything."
The ghost didn't say anything after that, not able to think of any other questions.
"So...I gave you the envelope...explained the rules...I guess it's time for me to go and leave you to your work." The man said after a few minutes, a malevolent smile on his face as he turned around.
The ghost looked up, opening his mouth to speak. But he stopped stiff when he saw that the man was nowhere to be seen. He glanced around for a moment, but after not seeing him anywhere he shrugged, pulling the envelope back out from his coat and opening it up.
There were a few sheets of paper in it, and he pulled them out, shuffling them into a pile and looking at the first sheet. It consisted of a bunch of information about a teenage boy...it didn't mention a name, but on the next page there was a picture of him.
The ghost thought he looked slightly familiar, like he had seen him somewhere before. But he looked different in the picture...
He shrugged it off and shuffled to the next and final piece of paper, which seemed to be a map of New Mexico. He looked a little closer to see the city of Roswell circled with red ink.
He frowned slightly, turning back to the information sheet on the teenager and skimming through it. It didn't say much, only than the organization that he was working for thought that this teenager was different...they weren't sure how exactly, but they wanted to find out, and that's where he came in...
He sighed, shoving the papers back into the envelope, with the exception of the map, and putting the envelope back into his coat. "This ought to be an interesting trip..." he said to himself, flying off into the air in the direction of Roswell