From Beginning
to End
Chapter 5
Stretch floated down a long winding stairway that lead to the entrance of the huge manor and right onto a floor that looked like the yellow brick road from the Wizard of OZ. He was met by his brothers and Casper.
" Is she
ok, Uncle Stretch ? asked Casper.
" Yea, is she Stretch?
seconded Stinkie.
" Because if she isn't we are gonna have to
bury her and I have always hated funerals. " with that Fatso
began to blubber into a hankie that seemed to come out of now where
along with the long, black silk dress and hat he was wearing. "
I always cry and then my mascara runs and I become a icky mess. Its
awful "
" There There, Fatso. Its ok. I cry too. "
and then Stinkie blubbered along with his brother.
All the while Casper started his usual count down...one....two...three...... WAP! Never fails Casper thought with a sigh.
"Shut up you guys, " yelled Stretch, " the meatbag is fine, she woke up, started telling ME! Can you believe it ME! what to do and after I gave her a good piece of my mind she fell back to sleep ON MY BED. Why the heck did you three idiots put her on my bed? " Stretech growled low in his throat.
Stinkie stopped crying, but Fatso took longer to stop the water works.
" Because
Stinkie's bed smelled and Fatso had a big dent in it. "
explained Casper.
" So you decided to put her on my bed? Why
not yours Bulb head? She not good enough? God, I hate you three "
After a few minutes Casper looked up at his uncle Stinkie and Fatso. They nodded, begging him, silently to go ahead, even though it might mean a faster way of ending the smaller ghost's afterlive.
"Thanks for letting her stay here, " said Casper, " it was real nice of you."
"Yea
whatever, " snaped Stretch but then realized what he just
said.
" WHAT!!! I did NOT say that she was stayin' and I AM
NOT NICE. GET HER OUTTA MY HOUSE!!!! "
Casper started to say something but his Uncle dashed off in a hurry to leave them. He had to get away. So much, too soon. He had to go forget. Forget her, forget them, forget everything. So he took off throught the cold, crisp, October air toward the bar.
Stetch rushing
through the cold air at the stroke at midnight made him think of his
past life.
Suddenly he stop dead in his tracks "What the
heck, dang that fleshie I hate thinking of my meaty life." It
never was fun. He remembered too much. He remembered Dianna and L.T.
He remember his promises. He remember her. But he didn't want to. Not
now not ever. So he rushed even faster to the bar, when he reached
the shaggy little bar he floated in through the half falling roof. As
soon as he got into the dimly lit bar room a rush of music, laughter
and smoke hit him. He took it all in with one big whiff. Ahhh he
fianlly somewhere that could make him forget. And forget he would.
The bar tender screams awoke him from his tantilizing thoughts. Stretch sneered down at him. And then the bar tender let out another yelp of "Ghost GHOST!!!!" and left the bar.
"What the heck is wrong with him, " muttered Stretch," dang fleshies annoy the heck out of me, now where is that booze."
Stretch looked through the bottles behind the counter, "Where the heck does he keep it .... dang it where IS IT!!! AH here it is." Stretch located a bottle of Jack Daniels and began to down it like it was soda pop.
Then he noticed the other fleshies in the bar, but seeing that they were all too drunk to notice he was a ghost he went back to his drink. But one inturrupted his paradise, mistaking him for the bar tender.
"Hey bar keep gimme another shot eh?" blurred out a random drunk guy.
"Ya sure pal, " Stretch said as he poured the poor bum a shot of Berbin.
About 1 o' clock people started to pour into the bar. Too many people. So Stretch grabbed another bottle of whiskey and heads off through which he came.
"Dang drunks they make me sick" said Stretch
He took another slug of his drink and looked around for another place to crash. The cemetary. If his brain wanted him to remember that badly, why not there? He floated up to the very tallest hill and sat down on a shared grave stone that read :
L. T McFadden Dianna McFadden
Devoted Father, Husband and Brother Devoted Mother, and wife
" May angel be among thee " " May the angel be among thee "
Stretch smacked the bottle on the grave stone mummbling a series of curses.
" Why, why did you want me to take care of him? Why couldn't you. I am a horrible person yet you made me promise. Curse you. You knew you wouldn't be around for the kid so you left me to baby sit. Why? " He shouted toward the stars. " Ah, the kid is growing up though. He is so smart. Even though he lives with Stinkie and Fatso. Hehe But he trys his hardest. But about three years ago I almost lost him. Did you know that? He was almost gone. Twice, L. T. Twice. What kinda person almost loses their big brother's kid? Tell me that. A kid that he had promised to take care of until the end of time, no matter what to his dying big brother on HIS DEATH BED! Yup, I almost lost Bulbhead, thats what I call him, I almost lost him to a warlock and Kibosh. You didn't know that did you. Well, I did. But even though I almost got him hurt he still cares for me. No matter how mean I am he still stands by me. Just like you. Dang it, he is just like you. "
Stretch looked back towards the stars. And then back at his brothers grave. Just like him, he had said. Stretch knew he would never be as good as his older brother. That much was a fact. He was moody, impatient and not very good with kids or other's feeling. But he had made a promise. So here he was. Drunk and moping in a grave yard. Wow, he sunk to a new low. He took a Congratulations sip of his drink.
A little while later, as the darkness from to much whiskey tried to surrounded him, is thoughts turned back to that woman. Who was she? Didn't she say Stella or something? Who knew. He had to get her out of there. No matter what. The last fleshy chick that was there broke Caper's heart and if he couldn't give the short sheet anything else he was goning to make sure he wasn't hurt again. He wasn't gonna let him get hurt again. And with that last vow, darkness surrounded the tall, violet eyed ghost.
