This is cruel
Ghost remembered all the moments with his daughter in one glimpse of view. Her playing on the park and him watching her. He would telling her stories at night to make her fall asleep.
He went to her grave. It was a wet grassy area with a tombstone
Ashley Riley
19 September 2001-28 October 2008
Ghost cut his wrist and blood was splattering the bed he was laying onto
My daughter, my life, my dear girl
Ghost woke up and took a look around. He was in a red room with panoramic boards and a blue couch.
'Hello,anybody here?' He asked.
Footsteps were heard from the stairs of the big house and Charlie looked at him
'You finally woke up!My name Is Charlotte Mange, but my friends call me Charlie'
He stayed with his mouth open from her appearance. Blonde hair, big black eyes, rose cheeks and a lighting smile
'Uhh, Simon Riley but please call Me Ghost.'
Charlie wanted to shake hands and he shaked hers with a lot of force
'Ack! Don't put so much pressure on it' She was in pain and held her hand
Ghost backed up and hid under the pillow.
Charlie chuckled from his attempt to defend himself.
'Heyy, I don't want to hurt you.'
Charlie tried to get him up from the pillows, but Ghost was there like a rock not moving. Just thinking
'what did I do? She reacted so cutely and shy and I almost broke her hand'
Ghost raised up from the couch
'Why are all those murders happen why we can't live in peace in here? I don't get it' Charlie asked sadly and Ghost looked at her
He thought for a little bit and then he snapped. The Archangels were dropping from the skies and started throwing rocks and laughing evilly
It's seems like war. Like war for self protection.
He pulled a sniper from his back and told Charlie to stand back
'This is gonna be gruesome kid, and it seems like you are not that kind of a person, or should I say demon' He laughed a bit with his awkward joke
Let the war begin