Life of a Ghost

by Ghostsnioe02

Dawson is no ordinary 12 year old boy. He may look that way but he is far from ordinary. With the FBI and the CIA after him he just can't get away. But what happens if some girls at his new school fall in love with him. Will they find out his secrete and will they tell the FBI and CIA where he is when they do?

8. This is my future?

Dawson's POV

I looked up at the mirror as I was washing the blood off. My eyes were blood red. I then went limp.

I woke up. My head. I feel like I was hit by a train. I looked around the room I was in. I was my bathroom in my dorm. I tried to get up but I just fell back down. My arms had blood all over them. I felt like tasting it. Just a taste can't hurt. I licked my arm. I felt a smile creep on my face. I'm hungry, not for a burger, but for flesh. I stood up with my new found strength. I heard a voice in the back of my head that said to stop but I'm hungry. I opened the door to my room and peeked out. I'm guessing its around midnight. I saw a security guard walking down the hall. I smiled again. I ran at full speed and grabbed him and threw him into the closet. "Hey what are yo..." Was all he said before I snapped his neck.

I grabbed his shirt and ripped open his chest. I grabbed some off his organs and started to eat. That's when I realized what I was doing. I spit out an organ and slowly slid backwards. What the FUCK did I just DO! I looked at my hands. They were all bloody. Fuck me. I picked up the body and dragged it outside. I quickly dug a hole with my hands and threw him in. I then put the dirt back in. I walked up to my dorm when I realized I made a trail of blood all the way to where I buried the guy. I ran back to the closet to look for a mop. Isaaw blood all over the walls and organ every where. I picked a mop and a rag and started cleaning. When I was done I walked back to my room and into the shower. Fuck, I just ate a person. Well I'm not a cannable at least since I'm not really human. But still, I ATE A PERSON! I then hid my blood stained clothes with all my weapons. I'm so fucked. Then I felt hungry for flesh again. But I slapped myself so I'll snap out of it. I looked at my left arm and saw my veins poppimg and my skin durning pale. This can't be good. It started to spread. When it got to my brain I lost control. I just fell to this floor. I got up. The problem was is that I'm not in control. I walked forward to my door. But I took back control. I was then picked up by an invisible force. It threw me at the window. THUD. I was consumed by darkness.

I walked forward. Who am I? Where am I? And what is my purpose? What's my name? "So many questions left unanswered"

"Who are you. Stay away from me."

I turned around and saw a dark figure walking towards me. Around him showed something even though it wasn't there. It showed someone that looked like me fightimg an entire army. There was a destroyed city. There was blood and bodies everywhere. "This is your future Dawson, you will kill thousands of innocent people and soldiers. That is Orlando, Florida, where you fled to after you were found by the CIA. " Death is part of life, even though it wasn't there time, it would eventually be."

"Do me a favor andwakeup, wakeup, WAKEUP."

I jumped straight off the concrete floor. I turned to see Roxy, Alexsis, TeX, Dawn, and two others."Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine, my head hurts like I got hit by atruck, it I'm okay."