A/T: I had no intention of continuing this, but Gum Drops certainly struck a chord in me. The thought of Nick having a "third eye" or being aware of things beyond the purely scientific is a fascinating venue to explore. That being said, do you remember the ghosts Nick and Greg saw in the first two chapters of this story? I thought it would be interesting to do a portion of this piece from the ghost's POV, so don't freak out on me. It's different, but hopefully worthy of your time.
Disclaimer: See part one.
Fit
I.
We know you.
In our circle, we speak your names with a reverent tongue. We who haunt this city know all of those who work in your lab, but it's you two whom we honor the most. It's you who saved us, you who found our wandering souls and solved the puzzling instance of our death.
Your name is Nick, and the other is Greg, and we know only to follow you.
II.
We hear you when you ask yourselves whether or not this life was the one you were meant to live. It's so bleak and raw that you sometimes feel that you've made a wrong choice, a wrong turn and that you should circle around and follow the bread crumbs back to where you lost your intended lives.
But when you question whether you would have changed anything, one single moment in all the years you've existed, you decide…
No.
No. This is the life that you were both meant to lead and you recognize this fact with a startling clarity. You are aware that if anything had been different, one moment or one choice, then you wouldn't be here with each other.
You could never sacrifice that, no matter how perfect your life might have been.
III.
We follow you. We have always followed you.
Many of your friends don't see us and we are ignored. They're blind to our presence as we silently walk through the glass walls of your lab, through the crime scenes that we cannot touch, through the closed morgue doors where our soulless bodies are cut up.
There are those who see us but don't care for us, for our need to be avenged, for the pain we suffered before our death. But the both of you have a heart larger than even this gaudy city that we haunt and for that, you have our eternal gratitude.
You understand that we only want to be at peace.
IV.
At first, we couldn't comprehend the situation.
How could you see us when no one else could? Feel us? Decipher our wandering thoughts?
You both have been through so much. Greg felt fire and you have known so many possible deaths. You have seen the world of both the living and the dead, have walked the edge only to return to the Earth still breathing.
And although we have always protected you, it is because of these experiences that you can see us.
Despite the attempts of many mortals throughout the past, we are the reason you have never died.
V.
We can only watch as you step onto a murder scene, when you must collect evidence to solve the mystery. Our relationship with you is understood and it is comforting to know that you aren't afraid of us, aren't wary or disconcerted.
We never speak to you, only observe. You two always look up from your dusting, from your flashlights, and see us gazing from the corner of the scene, waiting for you to uncover the dark truth.
You never mind us. We don't bother you. You accept us, because you know we cannot rest until we are finished living our life, despite the fact that our lives are gone.
We never follow you into your home. Your privacy is deserved. That is our code.
We sleep at your doorstep until sunset.
VI.
What you have done for us isn't easily expressed, so let us put it this way:
Once upon a time, on the worst day of our life, we met our violent end. Even after we died, we still rose from our bodies but there was no one to lead us onward. We are every man's case that you have ever solved. We are every woman's soul with whom you've given peace. We are every child you have shed tears for and although we are no longer truly alive, we remember how to make a promise, a vow, and we remember how not to break it.
There will be a day –perhaps faraway, but it will still come- that you and he will look out into Las Vegas see a war approaching, a battle you cannot fight on your own.
We will be here.
Waiting.
When the war comes, you will only need to utter one word and we will hear you.
Charge.
And charge we will into the night. We are your army, your protection, and those who think they can win against us are simply fools.
God help anyone who gets in your way.
(Always) Continuing.
