I remember growing up to the age of fifteen. My twin brother, Aerio Mustang Corvette, and I, Mercedes Nova Corvette, had always been close. Aerio was my exact opposite in looks, having hailed a beautiful tanned skin from both of our parents, chocolate locks, and piercing ice blue eyes. I myself had whitish skin, emerald eyes, and a bone white mane. However, we shared our height, I was six foot one, and he was six foot two.

Currently, my brother and I were on our dinky ranch in Oregon riding our horses while Mama was gardening, my black Stetson bairly staying on my head.. Dad had been killed in an accident at work, having had a forklift topple over top him, so mama, brother and I were the last ones left alive. I pushed my horse faster on the trails that twisted through our backfield forest. My brother was astride our Black Appaloosa, Micky, and I was on the back of our black/brown Clydesdale, Minny. I had taken to riding Minny since Ateela, my old Morgan, had to be put down. He somehow broke both of his back legs.

Now, we may seem like your normal teens to you, but we aren't. Mama said it's a gift we were born with, but I'm not sure it's a gift; we can see the dearly departed, or as most everyone calls them: ghosts. But that's not all we see, as there are these ghastly beasts that my brother and me affectionately call Howlers. We hear them howling all night long, but we don't mind.

"You cant catch me Aerio!" I called out to my companion as we burst through the trees into open field that led to the house.

Aerio and Micky began to overtake us, taking the lead by about a yard. He laughed boisterously, "No you cant catch me!"

I didn't respond, only clicking to Minny, urging her faster. Her muscles rippled and surged forward, determined not to lose this race. She rushed to the lead, overtaking my brothers Appaloosa by several feet. I looked up as I heard a howl. There was a bird like Howler, flying towards our mother who was standing in the field, waving at us. I shared a glance at brother; both of us urged our horses to leap forward.

With every heartbeat, the Howler drew closer to Mama. With every heartbeat, we loomed closer. At the final beat, many things happened. The Howler struck, Mama fell dead and her soul floating out of her body as that weird chain thing was severed; a hole in reality was torn as Mama was dragged to another place. The horses spooked as Mama's blood splattered across the ground, and Aerio was off fast, pulling me off too. I just stood there, the shock of her loss not quite registering with my mind yet as the horses bolted back into the forrest. But when it did…

"Mama!" I had shrieked, as tears poured out of my eyes, and dashed to her. I scooped her top half, my tears mixing with her blood. Aerio sat with me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, his tears mixed with my own. "No!"

He pulled me away, guiding me into the house, before leaving me in the bedroom we shared. I heard him grab the shovel. I don't know how long I sat there just frozen, tears shifting down my cheeks in what I had though to be permanent tracks; but soon I found myself in a rough embrace, my head tucked into Aerio's shoulder. He crooned to me, and gently rocked our bodies, all the while tears of his own were trickling down his cheeks.

"Shush now Mercy," he told me, "its been taken care of." I had burbled something back, and he just sat there with me, seeking and giving comfort.

After that, though, I don't have many memories. I do know that we died around a year later.

(I'm. a. line. and. you. cant. stop. me.)

It was late in April. Now most kids that you think you know, are still in school. However, we went to a school that only has classes during fall and winter, so spring and summer are our free time. As of late, we had been seeing this dog like Howler lurking around our ranch, watching us. Whenever we would move in any direction towards it, said thing would skirt away out of sight. I even caught it attacking other Howlers when they would loom to close to us.

However, I guess this didn't go well for long. Eventually the Howlers had banded together, and formed a raid, I guess you could call it. They swarmed the other Howler, and they swarmed us too. We had taken off to the back of our forest with our horses, seeking protection from our old fort. We had sat tucked away there, the horses tucked into our old makeshift stall and us unto our space. However once one of the Howlers poked their head into our space, coming face to face with us, I'm not sure who screamed louder.

I'm not going to describe this slaughter to you, as it is even too brutal and nasty even for some of my other division members, but let me tell you this. They toyed with us for probably three or more hours. Eventually we died, and our souls floated about while the Howlers dispersed. They seemed to have no interest in our souls as they had our mothers. Eventually we found the Howler that had tried to save us. It had been licking its wounds when we had floated by, sitting on the backs of our horses as they wandered about. As it turns out; animals can see ghosts and other supernatural things, so they stayed with us.

As soon as the Howler saw us, it let out a very feminine scream of sorrow. When it stopped, it approached us slowly. I, being more adventurous then Aerio, stuck my hand out and approached as he scolded me and tried to float after me. When I was close enough, I touched it. And it spoke to us.

"I'm sorry my children," It, a she I realized, spoke, "I failed as a mother, and now your dead too…"

"Mama?" I had asked while my brother gaped.

"Yes my child." She rose up and used her paws to give me an awkward hug that I accepted. Aerio had hurried over, and joined our hug.

Spectral tears escaped us and my brother murmured, "I cant believe its you, mama…"

All to soon, I heard the click of a sword being drawn. Looking back, I realized that it was some weird person in black holding a katana. He said something in a language that I didn't understand and charged. Mama had shrieked, flinging us away to safety, and lunged at the man. His sword pierced my Mama's mask thing, and her body started to disintegrate. I reached for her as my brother held me back, her human form appeared and reached for us too, but then she turned into a black butterfly and fluttered away…

He approached us, muttering to himself and flipped the sword around. He tapped our foreheads rather quickly, then turned and left. We clung to each other as we started as one. Before we were completely gone I said to Aerio, "Where ever we go, were in this together."

"Together." He agreed.