From Beginning
to End
Chapter 4
That dang fleshy was STILL on HIS bed. Dang dang dang. As if he didn't have enough problems, he now had a half dead fleshy chick on HIS bed. As he ran his rather large hand down his face, he almost felt bad for her, almost being the key word there. If she hadn't been wearing those heels she would have had better footing and if that then she would not have taken a Humpty Dumpty off his porch. And she wouldn't be laying in HIS dang bed all bloody. For christ sake, she looked like a zombie bride. Now that he stopped his pouting and really looked at her she did indeed look like a dead bride. She was wearing a long flowing bridale dress covered in lace and satin and some kinda beady material. Under that on her feet were...Oh My God, he muffled a sigh, on her feet she was white- I-am-so-pure-so-bad-boys-keep-away heels. How the heck could you put white with heels like that?? He would never figure out. He would have to ask her. What the heck. Ask her what. Oh hey by the way miss, I am a ghost, you almost died from falling down 4 consrete stairs so my brothers and nephew and I brought you in here, in my room. They are ghost too. So your in the fine company of the living impaired but where, oh where did you get those shoes? He laughed out loud. Wow, something else to add to his list of things he hasn't done in a while. Along with checking out a fleshy chick. He floated away from the window he happened to be looking out and back to his bed. Her eyes were sunk in. With big black circles under them . Her skin was chalky and very cold. But under the half dead look she was quiet pretty. She had curly black hair, that surrounded her heart shaped face. She had full pouty lips that were drawn in a fine line. Her body was lean and hard with just the right curves. Stretch reached out for her, wondering if she felt as good as she looked. But before he could touch her she started to mumble and thrash about. Stretch floated out of sight. He didn't want this stupid girl to faint or scream again if she woke up. It had started to annoy him. Very much so. He sat there and listened to her mumble for about 10 minutes or so until she shot up and screamed that she didn't want to get married.
" Then
don't, its not like you have to. Damn retarded fleshy " He said
to her.
" What, huh? " The girl looked confused and
then she frowned " Don't you dare use such language in my
presence. Ever. Do you hear me? " Then she closed her eyes
again. Stretch looked at her like she has just slapped him. Who does
she think she is. Telling him what he can and can not say? He had
always been the boss of this house and no woman was going to come in
and tell him how to do things. He shook her. Making her eyes flutter
open. " Listen fleshy, I curse my brothers and the Bulbhead for
bringing you in here. But no matter how much I hate it, you are here,
you are hurt but I will not have you tryin to tell me what I can and
can not do. So there. "
" Wait, where am I am and who,
might I ask are you? Better yet, where are you. And who is Bulbhead.
Oh my gosh I have been captured by the mafia, haven't I? She started
to babble about how she knew this would happen or something. He let
her go on till he could take it no more. Stretch floated over to his
bed and smacked a hand over her face, making her turn to look him
straight in the depths of his violets eyes.
" Shut up! God,
you are stupid. Just shut up. No mafia. Just me and my brothers and
nephew. OK? So stop your babbling. "
Noticing the girl's eyes were wide and she had lost what little color she had. He stopped his ranting and began with another story. Dang, Casper did this once before. How did he explain it?
" Um....look....Yes I am am ghost. I know that. But I probally won't hurt you. So I am gonna take my hand off your pretty little mouth and you WILL NOT scream, got me. ok. One...two..three. " He let go and she....screamed.
Stretch flinched. Something about women fleshies scream just made alot ghost do that. After regaining himself he rolled his eyes. And began to think of ways to kill off this fleshy. He had millions of great ideas. One involving a cliff....no wait, thats been done...How about...
" You are
that Boston accent I heard when I was asleep, weren't you? "
came a soft groggy voice. The girl's, Stretch realized.
"
Um...Yea I guess so. People tell me I have a accent but I don't see
it. Wait, why, why you askin' ? " He floated down toward her
until their faces were inches apart.
The girl looked starry eyed. Oh crap, he hoped this fleshy girl didn't think he saved her or whatever. Because he didn't. He didn't even like her. He backed up about as fast as he possible could.
" I heard voices, yours the most.. that must mean....Oh please come here. Please I need to give you something. "
Oh crap, she did thing he helped her. Well, he sort of did. He had helped carry her inside. So whatever she was going to give him he sort of deserved right? What the..... He wanted her to give him something? This ragdoll give him something? What was wrong with him? This was so out of character for him.
" Please, " she asked again.
Stretch just looked at her.
" Wait
dollface, have you noticed anything about me? Like how I may be dead?
Ever cross your mind? " He asked.
" Well, yes. I can see
that. You are obivously a ghost. Even though I do not believe in
them. Ok Ok, So ghost, what is your name? Or do you have one? "
She looked at him like he was a child. She was starting to annoy him.
He growled deep in his throat before he began again.
" I
have a name. But why should I tell the likes of you? I don't even
know you. So real question is whats yours? Even though I don't care
but when I chunk you out that window I want to know what to tell
Short sheet to put on your grave. "
" Well aren't you
rude, crude and nasty! " she spit out between her teeth. "
My name is Stella. Not that I care, because you are just a puff of
smoke but I say again what is yours! " she folded her arms over
her chest.
" My name is Stretch. Happy now? "
"
No, because you are obivously joking. So really whats you name? "
" THAT IS MY NAME!!! "
" Ok Ok whatever. I can
not believe I am sitting here arguing with a puff of smoke with eyes.
" she mumbled to herself.
" Look lady. I am not a PUFFof
anything. I am here and you are in fact arguing with me. So why don't
you just do us boys a favor and leave. "
" Us boys?
There are more of you. I mean I heard more voices but.... " She
ran her hand though her hair and over her face, " What has Kat
gotten me into? "
" Kat? The doc's daughter. You know
that shrimp? " He leaned closer to her. She scooted away. But
just a little. Something in his eyes told her he was mean, nasty and
crude but still somewhere deep deep deep deep deep deep down he was
not all that bad.
" Yes, she is my best friend. Why, do you
know her? "
" Yea, her and the doc lived here awhile.
The doc gave us therpy and stuff and she was friends with my nephew,
Casper. " Wait wait why was he explaing this to HER. He didn't
even know HER. His glued his sneer back on, " So whats it to
you? "
" Nothing. Ok so Kat sent me here. It must be
ok. You and " the boys " wouldn't hurt me. Well you seem
like you might but other than that..... Ok I do believe we got on the
wrong start. Hi, " she said as she held out her hand toward the
frazzled ghost, " My name is Stella McSwan. And you? "
He looked at her hand like it might bite, but then took it. He had a firm shake. Sort of gentle but strong.
" My name
is Stretch, like I done told ya. Not real please to met ya but
whatever "
" Well, don't you have a last name? "
" Don't know for sure. Maybe, at one time.....
hum.....McFadden, that might be it. Who knows. I never have thought
about it. "
Stretch figured out he was rambling about....ble...the past. His former life. When he was a bonebag. He never did that. How did this girl make him do things he hasn't before. He didn't understand it.
" Oh. " was all she said. Just oh. Like she felt sorry for him.
He snapped his hand away from hers.
" Stupid
fleshy, you seem better now get off my bed and outta my house. "
" Well fine then. Thank you by the way. I think this cut is
pretty bad. So if I find out have blood to the brain it will be ok
because I will be in my car. Going down a high way so it will all be
fine. " with that she picked up her dress and scooted off the
bed. She felt so dizzy. Ouch. She thought she was going to faint
again. No she told herself. She would not faint and show how helpless
she was to...to... HIM.
She must have fell backwards because she felt a cold hand, very cold in fact, slide around her arm.
" Dam, I mean dang fleshy, lay your skinny butt down. My brothers would never forgive me if you fainted or whatever again. Not that I care but they are nice to talk to...once in awhile. A guy can only take so much of them. "
" Of who? " she asked, her eyes closing again.
Stretch poked her. Her eyes snapped open.
" My
brothers, Stinkie and Fatso. They live here too. Along with our
nephew, Casper. They were the ones who brough cha in. I helped,
sorta. They are kinda soft when it comes to fleshy chicks. Gets 'em
right there, know what I mean. "
" Yes. My sisters are
like that. Can't live with them and can't live with out them. Ahh, I
miss them sometimes. " with that she let out a drunk sort of
giggle.
" Ok well you sleep. OK. I am going downstairs, you
and you corny stories are gettin' my nerves. "
" Wait,
Stretch, tell your brothers thanks. And thank you too. For the bed
and all. I like it, its comfee. hehehe. I can't believe I am gonna be
staying with four ghost. Ain't it funny? Weird and creepy but funny.
" she was talkng to herself so he headed for the door. As she
stopped babbling and finally went to sleep he closed the door and
went to find his brothers. This, he decided was either going to be
hell, or mighty fun.
