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Reminders: First Death

Sinker awoke to a scream. It was high pitched and loud and made his eyes fly open fast as lightning. There, standing at the end of the bed, was a girl, eyes wide in fear. Sinker then realized that his mask fell off as he had slept and gasped, his eyes widening as well.

He jumped out of the bed in a flash, grabbing his mask. As the girl's parent ran to the room, when they got there, he was gone, before suddenly dropping down from the door frame behind them.

The girl pushed past her parents, chasing Sinker away. As he ran down the hall, he put his mask on as he ran to hide both his face and his tears. He swung around a banister to the downstairs before rushing out the back door into the early morning light, the girl and her parents in pursuit. But once they reached the door, he was gone. The girl looked around and saw no trace of Sinker, before heading back inside.

Sinker watched the girl retreat from his perch on top of the neighbor's roof, watching as her parents slowly turned around and left as well, shutting the door behind them.

Sinker sighed, before dropping down from the roof, walking away, his hands in his pockets, fingering the candies stuffed into them, before pulling one out and unwrapping it. He sucked on the hard candy as he walked, heading towards the shop portion of the town. He passed by clothing stores, pausing for a couple minutes before a candy store, gazing in at the sugary sweets.

Sinker's eyes fell on a swirly black and orange lollipop and smirked. He couldn't help but think of his friends on the other side. He wondered what he and his friends' counterparts were doing at this moment.

Despite all this, he continued walking, and stopped in front of a computer store. He opened the door and walked inside, going over to a computer and going onto the internet. Where else would he have the entire world's information at his fingertips?


Hook felt a sharp pain as he was whacked over the head. He sat up at the computer where he had slept, rubbing his head, looking at the computer screen, which had a smiley face on it as its screensaver, which he glared at before narrowly dodging a broom head coming swinging down onto him again. He looked at the young librarian, who seemed quite intent on smacking him around some more. She aimed and struck, and he ducked, the velocity of the broom sending her spinning.

Very nearly out of nowhere, Hook pulled out his bow and arrows and shot the emergency light above the librarian, plummeting them back into darkness. She followed him to the open window, where he jumped out, grabbing a branch as he fell, before landing on the ground, running off into the early morning light, and only stopping when he had grown tired, leaving him off by a track and football field, where he sat and caught his breath with a sigh. He had fallen asleep, but not before he'd found his real identity, and luckily enough, he lived in this town. He would have to go to somewhere else to find out how he died, though.

Hook stood up and wandered back towards the town, glaring up at the window from which he had jumped moments before. Then, in passing, came to a Library, and he sighed and went inside, going up to the counter and the Librarian put down her book and looked at him with a smile. Hook smiled up at her. "Do you have any obituaries I can look at? With pictures, that'd help!"

The Librarian nodded, and led him away to the town records. "Who are you looking for?"

Hook paused, "My grandpa. I want to find out where he's buried." The woman nodded and told him good luck before leaving him be. Hook looked up at the shelf of boxes, filled with obituaries. He reached up and pulled one down. Setting it on the ground, he kneeled beside the box, muttering, "James K. Parker, where are you..?"


Line snuck up the steps to the front porch of the house she had eaten dinner at the night before, the light white light of the cloudy morning guiding her way. As she approached the front door, she pulled out the key, which she had nicked as she was leaving the night before.

She put the key in the lock, carefully turning the handle before going inside. Shutting the door behind her, she laid the key on the table next to the door, and walked down the hall, before walking up the hall, opening the door to the study and turning on the computer.

She smiled, and logged on, quickly going though the internet onto an obituary site. She entered the date of her death, October thirty-first, before the year, two years ago. Entering the date, she waited as hundreds of names came up, and Line finally frowned. This was going to be harder than she thought.

She began to scroll through the names one after the other, pictures next to the obituaries when she clicked on them. She scrolled through maybe fifty before someone grabbed her arm. She spun around to look at the angry face of the woman she had conned the night before.

The woman pulled her out of the chair, squeezing her hand and yelling, "You lying little cretin! You wait until we call you parents! You will be in so much trouble!!"

Line recoiled, a scowling frown on her face. AS the woman tugged on her hand, Line pulled out her stitches on her arm and it came off in the woman's hand.

The woman screamed, sending her husband running to her aid. As the woman dropped her arm Line dashed forward and grabbed it, dodging around the woman and then her husband, who spun around to try to catch her. Line was out the front door in a matter of seconds, scrambling back to the graveyard and hiding behind a gravestone.

She caught her breath after a minute and sighed. There was no information on her, no records that she could see so far, which made her wonder if anybody even cared that she had died. Surely someone would?

Wouldn't they?


Hook lay back on the bookshelf with a sigh, running a couple fingers over his hair, fixing the points. He looked down at the obituary, the report, the everything. He found his identity all right, but it wasn't what he'd hoped to find.

Murdered. How could he have been murdered? Hook closed his eyes for a moment, his head falling back onto the shelf with a dull thud. "Ugh…" He moaned, stars forming behind his eyes for a minute, before he opened them again.

Hook reached for the paper that told his death's story. He picked it up and reread it. How could he not have remembered this? Sure, it said manslaughter, but truth, he felt it was murder. Wouldn't you if you were the one who died? He read the page and found the address of the old house, and read it over a couple of times to remember.

Hook stood up, rolling up the paper, and putting it in his pocket, he put his mask on. He put the rest of the stuff back in the box and left, stumbling as the wind blew him around. He frowned and continued on, walking for blocks until he finally reached the large and rotting house. As he approached he kept his eyes to the ground, the wind blowing back at him, almost telling him not to go.

But finally, he made it to the house and as he lifted his head and his eyes absorbed the breaking house, shutters hanging off and swinging in the wind, Hook fell to his knees, clutching his head, screaming in pain. His eyes flashed open as he saw in his head, what had happened that fateful night….

There was a teenager, and he smirked, black face paint covering his face and the hood of his skeleton sweat jacket up as he loomed over the young boy in front of him. The boy, wearing white face paint, with blue lips and around his eyes, glared up at the teen. There was a girl beside him with all white face paint and a white sweat jacket and she clung to his arm, and her words sounded muffled, like there was a pillow over her face."He doesn't need to do it, just give him back his candy." The wind blew, rattling the shutters of the old house and rubbing the branches of the tall old tree together.

The teen boy just smirked and taunted the young boy, who had his hair up in two spikes with midnight blue gel. His blue clothes completed the costume and the boy growled and snapped, "All right..! I'll do it…" He put on the blue grinning mask in his hand and began to climb the old tree, grabbing the rotting branches and hefting himself up. He'd prove he could do it. He knew he could do it.

He glanced back down at the two teens and the teen in black shook the mostly full candy bag at him with a smirk and the boy scowled and continued up the tree, how dare that teen mock him, he'd show them.

He reached up for the top branch and SNAP! With a deafening crack the branch below him snapped and down he fell, branches flying by faster than his arms could reach for them. He looked down and saw the wrought iron fence, spiked black points coming up fast, and his body twisted as he fell.

He felt the spike go into his back; the teenage girl's scream barely registering. He heard his bones crack as the spike went through them. He felt the blood bubbling up his throat as he coughed. The last sound he made. His mask slipped off his face and fell to the ground with a clack, the boy limp with the post sticking deeply into his back, piercing his heart……

Hook's vision faded back in as he coughed, as if he tried to clear his throat of the blood. Hook took his hands away from his throat as he breathed deeply, kneeling on the ground, he looked up at the large old house, and the tree in front and he looked to the top and saw. The top branch was broken off where the boy had fallen. Where he hadfallen.

He reached up for the top branch and SNAP! With a deafening crack the branch below him snapped and down he fell, branches flying by faster than his arms could reach for them. He looked down and saw the wrought iron fence, spiked black points coming up fast, and his body twisted as he fell.

He felt the spike go into his back; the teenage girl's scream barely registering. He heard his bones crack as the spike went through them. He felt the blood bubbling up his throat as he coughed. The last sound he made. His mask slipped off his face and fell to the ground with a clack, the boy limp with the post sticking deeply into his back, piercing his heart……

He glanced back down at the two teens and the teen in black shook the mostly full candy bag at him with a smirk and the boy scowled and continued up the tree, how dare that teen mock him, he'd show them.

He reached up for the top branch and SNAP! With a deafening crack the branch below him snapped and down he fell, branches flying by faster than his arms could reach for them. He looked down and saw the wrought iron fence, spiked black points coming up fast, and his body twisted as he fell.

He felt the spike go into his back; the teenage girl's scream barely registering. He heard his bones crack as the spike went through them. He felt the blood bubbling up his throat as he coughed. The last sound he made. His mask slipped off his face and fell to the ground with a clack, the boy limp with the post sticking deeply into his back, piercing his heart…

The teen boy just smirked and taunted the young boy, who had his hair up in two spikes with midnight blue gel. His blue clothes completed the costume and the boy growled and snapped, "All right..! I'll do it…" He put on the blue grinning mask in his hand and began to climb the old tree, grabbing the rotting branches and hefting himself up. He'd prove he could do it. He knew he could do it.

He glanced back down at the two teens and the teen in black shook the mostly full candy bag at him with a smirk and the boy scowled and continued up the tree, how dare that teen mock him, he'd show them.

He reached up for the top branch and SNAP! With a deafening crack the branch below him snapped and down he fell, branches flying by faster than his arms could reach for them. He looked down and saw the wrought iron fence, spiked black points coming up fast, and his body twisted as he fell.

He felt the spike go into his back; the teenage girl's scream barely registering. He heard his bones crack as the spike went through them. He felt the blood bubbling up his throat as he coughed. The last sound he made. His mask slipped off his face and fell to the ground with a clack, the boy limp with the post sticking deeply into his back, piercing his heart……

Hook stood on shaky legs, walking through the gate of the house, looking at the spiked fence, to the broken tree, and walked up to the old porch. He stepped up to the door and turned the handle, pushing it open. He walked into the house, through the years of dirt and dust, shutting the creaky door behind him. He wandered upstairs and went down the hallway, the peeling wallpaper reaching out to him. Old empty picture frames hung lifeless on the walls, devoid of smiling and frowning faces alike.

Hook turned to a door and opened it, peering inside the darkening room. There was a bed with dust covered sheets, and a nightstand beside it with another empty picture frame. Hook went over to the grime covered window, looking through it, down at the tree and the fence and the leaves blowing though the wind. Hook walked over to the bed, pulling off the dust covered sheets and curling up on the mattress. There he fell asleep in the dying light of the day.