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"Vlad, I... I choose my voice. I can't pass up the opertunity to get ghost powers." I said, feeling guilty. Some how this had to be a scam, Vlad woudn't give me ghost powers for such a good deal.
"Very well, my dear. Just remember, this was your decicion." Vlad held the ring in the palm of his hand, then closed it to a fist that glowed brightly magenta, then faded. He handed me the ring.
I took it cautiously, and asked, "So how excactly does this work?"
"When you wear the ring, you lose the ability to speak. When you take it off, you regain your speaking ability, it's simple." He said.
"What about side affects? Will it drain my power the longer I wear it, or will it cause me to go onto some hypnosis and become your slave?" I asked coldly, I still didn't trust him yet. Who would? Just thinking about all the stuff he's done, you'd feel the same.
"There aren't any serious side affects, just that if you keep the ring on for more than 6 or 7 hours at a time, then the affects of the ring will be permenant. Meaning you will become a ghost forever and lose all ability to speak." I thought about what he was saying. I knew there was somthing he wasn't telling me, I just couldn't figure out what.
"And what if I lose the ring, or it gets stolen, and someone else wears it?" I asked. I needed to know everything about this, ghost ring.
"My, my, you do ask alot of questions, Samantha. The ring is programmed to only work with your biosignature. It won't work on any one else." I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was geting tiered of answering my questions. Even though I had a million in my head, I tried to hold them back.
"Just one more question," I said, and he gave me a just-get-it-over-with look, "Why are you doing this? What makes you want to give me these powers?"
"Technically that was two, but I'll let it go," I rolled my eyes, "I have many reasons for giving you these powers, reasons that you will figure out on your own soon enough. Oh, and one more thing: Don't tell anyone. It won't work." With that he turned and walked out into the night. I watched him for a while, thinking about the ring, and his intentions.
Finally I got cold being outside for so long, wearing only a small black sweater that wasn't even done up, and I went inside. I completely forgot about my parents, and my mother rushed to me as soon as I closed the door behind me.
I was squished in her hug of doom, while being forced to listen to her squeek on and on about somthing I couldn't understand. "Gah! Mom! What?" I yelled trying to break free.
"Oh, Sammy! Are you alright!" She looked so worried. she pulled me into the living room and sat me on the couch beside her, never letting me move even a foot away from her. "Mom what are you talking about?" I was so confused at her sudden overprotectiveness, she always was overprotected, but never like this.
"Well, I seen you outside with some man, and I was so worried! Did he try to sell you drugs or try to convince you to get into his van?" She looked at me with an overly worried expression.
"Mom! No! He's not some random stranger, that was Vlad Masters! You know, Mayor Masters?" I tried to convice her not to worry, but she looked at me like I had just kicked a puppy. "Samantha! How dare you lie to me? Mayor Masters doesn't have the time to just wonder the streets talking to teenager girls, and giving them suspicious items. By the way, can I see what that man gave you? Is it drugs? Are you on drugs?" and the questions kept coming. It was so overwhelming, I had to put my hands on my ears and run to the safty and sanctuary of my bedroom.
I locked the door behind me, and sat on the opposite side of the room curled up in a ball.
How could my mown mother not believe me? How could she jump to such conclusions so fast? I wasn't on drugs! I might aswell be if she was gonna act like this.
For the rest of the night, she banged against the door with her fists and screamed at the top of her lungs at me to 'Open this door right now,' and such. I wondered where my dad was briefly, but passed it off as nothing. He was probly working the night shift or somthing. I put my ear buds in, and cranked the music up as loud as it could go, not able to listen to my mother's screams any longer.
Slowly, the banging faded as the sun rose. I figured she had fallen asleep or somthing. I directed my attention to the ring given to me the night before.
I held it up to the light being cast from my window, and examined it closely. It seemed to be made up of little bits of metal that had been welded together. It was shiny and smooth, and looked like there was alot of time and effort put into its making. I looked at the insside of the ring, and there was somthing engraved on it.
I looked closely into the inside of the ring, and read it outloud in a whisper that was barely there, "I'll be watching..." my eyes widened in fear. He really was stalking me, and I prayed I wasn't the only one he was watching.
I shook her head to clear her thoughts and try to forget about the message within the ring. I decided to try it out to see if it worked, or if it was just a scam, somthing to scare me.
I slid it on my first finger, and waited. Nothing seemed to happed for a few seconds, so I shrugged and went to take it off, when a light came from my waist. It split into two glowing rings around my body, one going up, the other down. I felt tingly and light as I walked over to the full body mirror in my bedroom.
Wow! I was really shocked to see my appearance. Not only was I a ghost, but I didn't look like me anymore. Instead of my short black human hair, I had long blueish purplish hair, that seemed to float around me. My eyes, once purple, now were glowing icy blue. My skin was very pale, and flawless. I looked down to see I wasn't wearing my old clothes. Now I was wearing a navy blue top that went down just past my hips. It hung off my left shoulder revealing the thick black strap of a tanktop underneath. I had on skinny jeans that were so dark, they were almost black. On my feet were big black high tops with the laces tucked in the sides, and colorful graffiti that immitated spray paint covered the sides and tops. The bottoms of the shoes had platforms that made me a few inches taller than I orininally was.
Nice work Vlad, who knew you had an awesome fashion sense? I thought to myself. I couldn't deny that I looked amazing! But then I remembered, I couldn't talk, could I?
I tried many times, but failed. Opening my mouth with nothing but air coming out. I tried mouthing stuff, but it didn't work either. I was completely, litterally, speechless. I loved my apperance so much though, and I tried to convince myself that this was worth it. It worked, for a while, but it never bothered me.
I needed to get some food soon, even in ghost form, my stomach rumbled indicating I needed food pretty fast. But I couldn't leave my room, in fear of running into my mother.
I suddenly facepalmed, realizing I can just go through the floor into the kitchen, then come back without a care.
It took a while to figure out the basics of flying, and intangibility, but after about an hour an a half I got it, mostly being motivated by my growling upset stomach.
I turned intangible and floated through the floor and into the kitchen, grabbing various breakfeast foods such as cereal and milk, some fruits and toast. Then I floated up through the ceiling again and sat in the middle of my room, feeling the happiest and sneekiest I've ever felt in my life. I took off the ring, and chowed down until I finished the entire box of cereal and half the milk, and all of the other stuff.
I put the ring back on and went to put the stuff away. I was almost about to float back up to my room, when dad came home. I didn't want him to see me like this so i turned invisible quickly, and that was way easier than I thought it would be. I guess it must have been one of the easiest things to do when your a ghost...
I stayed quiet, and followed my dad. He had an empty box under his arm, and a scowl on his face. He seemed really out of it. Normally he was never like this, he was always happy and carefree. I wonder what changed his mood?
He stomped up the stairs to his and my mother's bedroom and started emptying his drawrs quickly and angerly. My mother walked in and stood at the door way with tears in her eyes.
"Please, don't do this to us! Don't do this to your daughter, Jeremy!" my mother pleaded.
"You just don't understand, Pamela, I don't love you anymore, move on." my father's words were harsh and cold.
"But Jeremy, you have a daughter! Don't give up on her!" my mother tried to reason with him to no avail. Dad just kept packing his things.
He reached into his closet and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and took a long drink of it. "Jeremy, stop!" my mother tried again, only to have him growl and throw the glass bottle at her. Of coarse he missed her a little bit, I could tell now that he was drunk, and the bottle smashed on the wall behind my mother and she screamed in fear at the collision. The alcohol slowly ran down the wall to the floor, where it stained the carpet.
She looked back to my father who looked at her with a death glare across his face. My mother opened her mouth to try and reason with him again, only to be cutt off by my father, "You shut that hole in your face, or there'll be one less woman in this family. Understand?" He spat at her and stomped angerly out of the house.
My mother fell to the floor in defeat after he left. She hid her face in her hands and cried softly. I was scared stiff. I didn't know what to do, or what to think.
I finally got up the courage to move, and floated back to my room through the walls. I never noticed until now, that I had been crying the entire time. And for once I was glad that I didn't have the ability to make sound with my mouth anymore, because if I did, I would have been screaming. All I could do now was scream on the inside, and that hurt to badly.
I didn't want to be there anymore. I couldn't be there anymore, I had to get out! I flew through the window and above the town to clear my head. It was so peacefull up in the clouds. I felt instantly calmed.
I thought about everything that had happened within the past 48 hours. Danny met a new halfa, and I can tell that he's interested in her. Gosh she's annoying. And then there's the Vlad thing, and then there's my mother's constant worrying, and now I'm 100% sure that my parents are split up. My life is ruined. It's not even worth living anymore, really.
I flew up, up, up, higher and higher into the sky. So high, I could barely see Amity Park anymore.
I flipped around in the air, and dropped. My back to the ground, I fell through the clouds. I felt their dampness against my ghostly skinn. Even though I was in ghost form now, I knew I would instantly die when I hit the ground. Then my messed up, miserable life would be over. And I wouldn't have anymore problems, it would be easy from then on.
I watched the clouds above me gat farther and farther, and felt the wind whipp around me. My long ghostly hair wasn't giving me any trouble, and I felt totally at peace knowing it wouldn't be long now.
After what felt like years of falling, I started to rethink my plan. I got worried and scared, and I felt regretful. But I quickly gave up those thoughts and closed my eyes once at peace once more, waiting for impact.
Impact, that never came.
Oh no! another cliff hanger! Sorry lol! Don't worry though, I'll be updating WAY more often now than I used to. I almost gave up this story, u kno? But it would have bugged me if i didnt so... yeah... and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATAANG36! HOPE ITS A GOOD ONE :D