Ghost

Chapter Twenty Nine

Spencer's POV

   So I've done what I never cared to really do before; look into what I've been hired to steal. I did some digging around that I think would make the hardy boys proud. (I'm a fan of old detective shows, what can I say). Normally I just stole or captured or returned things that people would pay me for. However, this was different. I searched through just about every piece of information that I downloaded onto the the flash drive and even more into the people that hired me for the job.

   It's been a shit ton of extra work on my end that I'm usually all so happy to ignore and just collect the pay. Not that that hasn't bit me in the butt before. Hell, not caring has gotten me into some pretty precarious situations in the past. Obviously I was able to get out of it but it's not always so easy to escape. And I'm so sick of running and hiding. It's about time I woman up and face the music on this one.

   I never considered myself a bad person per se, but I've definitely done some bad things. Okay, so I'm no peach. But I've learned a lot doing this and I really learned to not just trust whoever I was working for. They will lead you to the rabbit hole and have no problem shoving you in head first.

   Stealing and sneaking around wasn't how I had pictured my life at all. I've gone through some fucked up stuff; as you may have gathered. So yeah, maybe I could have taken the high road using my powers for good.

   Let's face it though, once you're down in the deepest muck, no one really sees you and they sure as hell don't want to offer you a hand out of it.

   So I did it on my own. And since I was alone and young, stealing to find food or money just to live another day was what I had to do. I got good at it. Really good. And with my powers? Well I very quickly had a reputation. And at the time I was kind of proud. It was something I built all on my own. I didn't want to lose it. So when bigger and badder people asked me to do things for them, and when the price tag just kept getting bigger and higher for my services, well how could I say no?

   Don't get me wrong though. Like I said, I was still fairly young. So when some of those big bad people had me do jobs for them, I had no idea who they were or what they were doing. Out of sight out of mind, right? Just pretend you don't know and that it's all sunshine and rainbows. I knew they were going to give me a shitload of money and that would mean I had a place to sleep.

   Of course I also realize that I should know better by now. And I know. I do. I mean you've been here through my little tug of war with my morals and shit. And you've seen how well I've done at staying on the right path. It's easy to fall into old habits and what not, you know?

   It's also so damn hard to get out once you're in. I tried when I was with Carol and, well, here I am. But I'm better now, right? I am trying to do the right thing even though I didn't at the beginning. I'm having to do some mending, proving to myself that I can rise out of the shithole I've always known.

  And these bad guys I've been working for? I have dirt on them. A lot of dirt. Cause obviously security measures. So it's always been a trust - you - because - if - I - don't - they'll - kill - me kind of relationship.

   So they assume I'll do the job no questions because I want money and to live. I assume they'll pay me because they don't want to be caught. We're both pointing loaded guns at each other and that's just the weapon you see.

   To bring you up to speed kind of, they're assuming I'll do the job for the money and somewhat safety. So doing what I'm about to do? Yeah, depending on how this plays out, they'll want to kill me.

   I escaped through the hands of one ugly beast before and I was insanely lucky. No doubt if I was a bigger bug I would be squashed. I don't think I'll get away so easily this time. But damn it all if I'm not going to try.