Glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter! So, here's the last (kind of) filler chapter before all the shit gets brought up xD

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Whispers of the Dead

Chapter 8

With a snap of the cellphone, Kat sighed and decided that today was going to be a very stressful day. Valdina had texted her telling her that she had an 'episode' in the elevator. Alex had also called, telling her that she had an episode in her office. "Well, damn..." Kat said, still writing with her dominant hand in the meeting room.

If those two were getting episodes, it might mean that she would get her own episode sooner or later. 'So which bastard is it going to be today?' Kat thought, using the pause in the conversation to stretch her fingers and pop them.

Thankfully, the pops weren't loud.

Kat looked around and almost cursed. Was the entire building made of things that were reflective? This would fucking suck.

"And what about the constant need for secretaries? If you keep this up-"

"And I am very confident that we will not be changing secretaries anytime soon." She looked up as she wrote these words down, her eyes wondering around the men at the table. There was the director of the whole damn thing (she hadn't bothered to learn his name yet and didn't think she would), some other important looking guys, and the three first-class generals in the room.

Angeal was the one who spoke and seemed a little exasperated. She could understand though; having fangirls as secretaries is a really bad idea. They are annoying and really do not do much work.

"Sissy..." Kat froze. 'No no no no no, not her, anybody BUT her... I would even take the gropy assholes over her!' Clenching her jaw, Kat attempted to pay attention to the meeting and write everything down via short hand, but the young girl's voice kept interrupting her, causing her to stop following the flow of conversation.

She resumed her note taking, noticing that she missed a huge part of the conversation. Director Lazard's jaw was tense, but he looked like he had conceded defeat. "Fine then, you are all dismissed."

"Sissy... Pay attention to me... Sissy..." Her voice was persistent, something that Kat would admire for her at almost any other time in her life. Right now, though, she did not need the little girl's persistent need for attention. Especially since she is now dead.

Kat kept her gaze down at the floor as they stepped into the elevator to go up. The other generals were also silent, not really noticing the change that was now in Kat's aura.

"Sissy... Play with me, sissy... You know you want to..."

The doors opened up and Kat nearly rushed out in relieve. She really needed to get out of here as soon as she can.

"Siiiiiiissy..."That voice, once so sweet and innocent, was now turning slightly demonic, deep, something that Kat feared would have her head if she did not leave this place as soon as possible. "Sissy. Play with me. Don't ignore me."

Kat was amazed at herself. She had been ignoring the little demon and had shown almost no signs of hearing her all the way up to the room.

"Ms. Pander, are you okay?" Kat looked up to answer her superior's questions and then froze.

A little girl stood in front of her, a smile with sharpened teeth grinning at her. One eye shined beneath all the blood that ran down her ghostly white face. Her black hair was pulled back to reveal the gaping black hole that was her eye, which conveniently showed off the acid burns that traveled down the right side of her face. In her arms was a large bear that looked burned, but was also grinning at Kat demonically.

"You never did save me, you know."She tilted her head, blood bubbling up on her neck from little puncture wounds. Kat could almost imagine the wetness traveling down her own neck, and it made her almost want to scream. "So play with me." The little girl stepped forward, showing that her foot was only a skeleton missing some toes under her long burned and stained white dress. "You owe me, sissy. Play with me."

Kat didn't even bothering to explain why she fled out the door, running down the stairs, her eyes wide with terror and uncontrollable tears.

Genesis and Angeal stared after the escaping girl, questions racing in their minds. "I wonder what that was about..." Angeal muttered, hands planted on his hips.

The little girl turned around, now curious at the two men her sissy had been walking with. "You know Sissy..."She reached out with one hand, almost brushing Genesis' coat. "Play with me." She then faded into nothing more than wisps of smoke.

And all the while, the two generals had no clue of the real reason why Angeal's secretary ran out on them, fear controlling her every move.

Wow... That got real morbid real fast 0.o Hope you guys enjoyed this ^^U

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