Ghost park

Chapter 16

Kenny POV

I let the raspy singing of Chino Moreno fill my ear drums as the cold Colorado Breeze was thrown against my face. I was perched on my skateboard, speeding down the road towards starks pond where I decided to do some skating for the day as it was only 2 pm when I left Karen.

Thankfully due to the fact this town was perched between mountains, there was a slight slope on all the roads, making skateboarding insanely easy. I sped past civilians, going about their day in the small town, keeping my eyes on the road in front of me.

I made a sharp right before the community center and headed towards the police station, before pulling my skateboard back to the left and speeding towards Starks Pond, occasionally taking my foot off the board to kick the ground for momentum. I was humming along to my music when I felt a bump go under my skateboard.

Oh shit I thought as the rock I had just skated over threw my off my board. I felt a thump as my back hit the snowy ground near the church and I yelped in pain.

"God damn fucking rocks" I muttered, massaging my back as I picked myself out of the snow and made my way towards my skateboard that had been slowed to a stop by the dirt it rolled on.

I leaned down to retrieve my board when I felt a cold shiver run down my spine and a freezing sensation on my shoulder.

I darted my head around to be met with the usual Sunday churchgoers. Brushing it off as just a breeze, I leaned down again to retrieve my board before walking down the dirt trails wedged between the trees and littered with rubbish towards the pond.

I heard a chuckle behind me and I slowed to a stop, feeling that cold sensation behind me again. My brows furrowed and I clamped my hands into a fist before cautiously spinning around and pulling my hands up to hover right below my chin while dropping my head slightly to peer through my fingers, discarding my board in the process.

I scanned through the trees in an attempt to discover the source of the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, but to no avail.

I dropped my hands and began turning back towards the pond when I felt a cold hand tap my shoulder. I swirled around to face the person messing with me and let out a gasp at the sight.

A tall ghostly white boy stood infront of me with a devilish smile plastered across his pale face. The slight breeze tousled his black hair that closely resembled small horns and a devious glint was evident in his red eyes.

"Damien Thorne" I growled, feeling the anxiety rush through my body and hoping the boy in front of me wasn't able to hear the slight tremor in my voice.

"The one and only" Damien smirked flashing me a sharp toothed smile.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, pushing past him and continuing to the pond, board safely in hand.

"Just here on some business and thought I'd check in on an old friend" his voice was almost taunting as he sauntered along behind me. The pond came into view between the thick trees and I saw the familiar face of a blonde, British, bastard, perched on a nearby bench.

"I see you brought your boy toy with you" I muttered making my way towards Pip and plopping myself down beside him.

"Oh hello Kenneth" Pip chirped in.
"Shut up brit" I snapped, thinking I was done with the annoying blonde fucker when he had died 4 years prior. I know better then to think death is permanent.

Pip brushed the comment off and went back to absentmindedly picking at his cuticles while Damien cared to his 'business'.

"Pretty calm seeing a ghost aren't you McCormick?" Damien pried.
"You'd be surprised" I smirked
"You've seen them haven't you" Damien deadpanned, clearly tired of the childish bickering. I shrugged.

"What's it to you?" I teased, pulling a pack of marlboro lights out of my parka. I offered one to Pip who just stared at me with a disgusted expression etched on his face.

"I want to know who's been fucking around up here. Don't think I wouldn't notice the scorches on the ground in that clearing and the sudden disappearance and reappearance of your old classmates" Damien continued.

"I don't know shit" i growled, placing the cigarette between my lips. I fumbled around in my pocket before pulling my lighter and attempting to pry a spark out of the dying lighter.

I sighed and dropped the lighter back down to my lap and decided to just leave it till I could borrow a new lighter.

Damien's cool gaze swiftly wandered over the end of my unlit cigarette and in a sudden flash, the tip lit up with fire. I quickly inhaled and let the cancerous and minty smoke fill my lungs.

I murmured a thanks to Damien as I exhaled, letting the soothing feeling rush over my body and feeling my head sway slightly from the nicotine.

"Those are bad for you" a cocky voice interrupted my momentary euphoria.
"Well shockingly enough, you don't really care what's bad for you when you're immortal, Damien" I snapped sarcastically, raising the fag to my lips again and taking another puff of the deadly chemicals.

"I know they've been up here McCormick." Damien sighed, crossing his arms and leaning on his back leg. I dragged out the puff of my cigarette, purposely exaggerating the time it took for me to respond until I finally blurted out "why do you care?"

"Because it's my fathers business"
I groaned, twirling the cigarette around in my fingers. "I don't get why you always do what he wants dude. Satans kinda an asshole"

"You think I don't know that?" Damien inquired, raising his eyebrows in amusement, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. There was a moment of silence before Damien spoke up "He pays me"

I made a clicking noise with my tongue and pointed at him "moral corruption"

"What the fuck are you on about" he replied, a confused expression etched across his pale skin.
"You're doing stuff you don't morally agree with for money. Moral corruption" I continued. I was just trying to fuck with him to be honest but seeing the realisation on his face gave me a feeling of pride and amusement.

He lightly shook his head after a moment of thinking.
"I think it's time we take our leave Pip. Nice talking to you Kenny" he sneered as Pip hops up from the bench and nodded at me before they both sauntered towards the trees.

I watched them until they had disappeared behind the dense saplings that littered the ground of the forest before stomping the cigarette butt out and picking myself up from my seat, deciding to go home and get some rest.