Will Never Give Up (Chap.5)

A Ghost Whisperer Story By

HCBalwayshappy

Two. Two more had gotten killed. Each of them with families, kids. Now only three remained, her, Adam, and the woman in her forties, Jane. Melinda blamed herself for their deaths, she was supposed to stop him, save them, but she couldn't. The ghosts haven't visited her since the first day, and Allan hasn't brought in any new prisoners.

"He's trying to get rid of us," Jane said, "This is the most he's killed in this amount of time." She glanced at Melinda who was asleep, her head resting against the corner of her cage.

"I know, I just hope, you guys get out alive. I don't know how many more murders I can witness," Adam stated.

"At this point, all I want is for her to get out," She gestured towards Melinda, "My family thinks I'm dead, when I come back it will all just be strange to them. They've probably just barely gotten used to the face that I am gone and in a better place. She's young, she's brave, and she really cares. To me it seems, that she'd die to save us."

"I know what you mean, I feel the same way. She's like John, she cares for everyone, and he feels like he cares for her, the rest of us he keeps around for fun. Her, and all of the others, he keeps because he kills them, thinking it's revenge for the family, his family, that left him. It's a sad story, but it should have made him better, not a killer."

"You would think."

Melinda groaned and sat up, she looked around and smiled at her friends. That's who they were now, to her. Her friends, and she had to save them, she just had to. The door opened and Melinda held her breath, if he came down with a gun, one of them was going to die, if not, they were going to wish they were dead.

Each step he took she felt her drop. Watching as his boots thumped down the stairs, until finally he reached the bottom, his hair wild, his eyes cold. He was a shadow in the corridor as he walked towards her cell.

"Three days, no guess," He said as he reached her cell, opened it and got right up in her face, "Are you scared of me now?"

"You don't have to do this, you don't. Just let me go, let them go, they have families! I know somewhere you care, you don't want to hurt them." Allan turned around and looked at his other two prisoners.

"You're right, I don't want to hurt them, because I don't care about them." He said while picking her up by the hair, Melinda squealed, but held her courage. "But I do care about you, and so I must hurt you. He threw her against the wall, and she fell to the ground." Pulling a small hand gun out of his pocket, he walked to Jane's cage. "Might as well kill the ones I don't care about."

Jane sat there and watched, waited, she wasn't scared anymore, in fact, she was ready to die. She felt as if there was nothing left for her here, that this way she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. He aimed the gun for her head.

"No!" Melinda cried with all of the strength she had left. "Please!" Allan looked at her, smiled, looked back at Jane.

Bang!

"No, I'm so sorry!" She watched as Jane's spirit lifted out of her body, she looked at Melinda. A little shocked at first, but then smiled.

"It's alright honey, I'm free, I'm free." Then she disappeared. Tears fell down Melinda's face and Adam's. He was done too, he was done. Melinda looked at him, she had to at least get him out of there, she had to. Not even glaring at Allan as he walked up the stairs with Jane's body in his arms. The room smelled like gun powder, blood, and death.

"I told you, next it will be him," John said appearing next to her, he looked so much better now. That gave Melinda hope, it meant he was almost ready, it was almost time for him to go.

"I'll stop him," she whispered, so Adam couldn't hear, "I promise." John shook his head.

"Just don't get yourself killed doing so, hey don't you have a friend that can hear ghosts?" John asked, he couldn't believe he didn't ask before, and that she never asked him to tell him where she was. Then again, he hasn't exactly been around in the past three days, truth is he didn't want to come here, she was in the same cage he died in.

"Yeah, but he's on vacation out of state, he won't be back for another four days." John sighed, and he didn't know how to get to him either. He wasn't completely used to ghost powers, yet.

"I died in here," he said breaking the silence, "This cage."

"I'm so sorry," Melinda said. Adam looked at her confused, then shook his head.

"I know you are," John nodded then disappeared.

One week later...

Jim hadn't slept, neither has Delia, Ned, or even Eli. Who couldn't come back early, but was still trying to couldn't find anything and they were running out of time, It's been a week and a half and they only had pretty much a week to solve this mystery, or Melinda dies. Families of other victims, from the same man, tried to help them also, but they couldn't put together a name. One they were sure about..

There was only one, one little prisoner trapped in a cell. Adam had died yesterday, killed by a bullet that no one could jump in front of no one could stop. Melinda could only watch. All of the ghosts came to her now, all of them, there were so many, she couldn't count them all.

"How come you can see us?" One man asked.

"Long story, can any of you see the light?" Melinda asked.

"No, were stuck here, all of us because of that monster." A woman answered.

The door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots stepped down the stairs. All of the ghosts disappeared.

"Looks like it's just you and me now, Ms. Gordon. he said as he stood by her cage.

"So why don't you just kill me now?" Melinda asked through her teeth.

"I like you too much, you make me laugh, you make me wonder, and you almost make me feel guilt. But you have to understand I've been doing this a long time, and I haven't met anyone, who wasn't scared of me, or asked if I needed help. Because I look like one of those guys you should stay away from. I am. But you didn't seem to care, I felt like you knew who I was, but you were nice anyway. Why is that?"

"Because there is good in everyone, you just have to try and find it," Melinda said. Allan laughed, there she goes again, amusing him, thinking there is still good in him.

"No the good inside of me is long gone, I feel nothing for everything. There is nothing for me after this."

"Even in jail, people will see you as a guy who killed lots of people, but if you save me and just turn you in. They'll see the guy who wanted to make it right, knew he couldn't but tried anyway. To me anyone who makes an effort to try and make it right for the rest of their life, did alright in my book."

"Well, too bad. But I am going to make you a deal. You seem smart, so if you can figure out my name by the end of this week, I'll let you go."

"If I don't?"

"You're here until I die."

"Deal." Melinda said without a second thought, because she knew one person, actually a lot of people, who just might know his name.

Sorry that took so long! Sorry it seems rushed through also, and thank you so much for the reviews the mean a lot! I'll try to update sooner this time, I guess I've just been busy! Please tell me if there is anything I need to work on, or if you have any suggestion, or ideas! Thanks!

-HCB