The Choice Casket [Ziall Horlik AU Fic]

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A/N: No Comment. Filler Chapter.

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The final bell went off a few hours later, and let me just say I'm utterly exhausted. I have such a overload of maths work to do, it's ridiculous. One thing I just don't understand about my job is, why do I still have to go to school? Like really, is there any actual reason for it?

I'm a Hunter, not some over-achieved scholar. I get rid of demons. I don't waste my life solving stupid geometric equations. The only things I really need to know is how to work a gun. And how to throw a knife... And how to create summoning circles...

Okay, pretty much the only thing I need to know from SCHOOL is how to read. Which I got covered. Everything else is completely useless. Yet still, my parents make me go.

"Get yourself a education!" they said.

"It will help you in the long way!" they said.

Thanks for the tip, guys. Really, thanks for the great advice. Getting kicked out of all these schools really helps in the long run. Insert an eye roll here. I shake my head and swing my bag over my shoulder. I have to get to my locker and put away some of these books.

It's about thirty seconds into finding my locker and putting my combination in, I see it. A head of bright gold hair walking out the doors. It's him. He settles for a speed-walk, glancing nervously around him. I slam my locker shut, not even bothering to stick anything away, and begin following him.

"Hey! Hey Niall!" He doesn't react, which I'm guessing is because he didn't hear me. I quicken my pace until I'm right behind him. "Hey, Niall."

He jumps suddenly and darts around, catching his leg on a crack in the concrete. He lets out a small scream as he falls over.

Out of instinct I reach out and grab his arms before he hits the ground. He looks up at me, the fear in his eyes disappearing and being replaced with a sudden spark.

"Zayn! Oh, it's only you. I.. I thought you were someone else."

I steady him back up and pat his arms off. "Well, who did you think it was?"

He darts his eyes away from me for a moment. "Erm.. No one.. So, what do you want?"

"Huh?"

"What do.. You want? You called me?"

"Oh right, right! Um.." I reach into my bag and dig through, searching for it. My eyebrows knit together after about a minute. "Sorry.. I could have sworn I had it right here.."

"Well.. What are you looking for?"

"Your.. Erm.." It's not real. ".. pencil.."

Niall's eyes look confused for a second, before realization strikes. "I've been looking for it all day! I thought I may have dropped it... Guessing I was right?"

"Erm.. Yeah..." I look around to see if anyone's watching before digging my hand back into my bag. I need to see if what I'm guessing Mr. Jensen was talking about is right.

A few seconds later, I feel my fingers brush against the small rough object. I clutch it in my hand and slowly pull my arm out. "So.. Uh.. Niall... I'm not exactly sure where your pencil is.."

I put my hand around my back, inching closer to him as he responds. "Er. That's fine, really. It's just a-- I'm sorry, but what are you doing?"

"What are you talking about?" I say a little too loudly. I quickly hide my hand more out of sight as he tries to look behind me.

His warm eyes suddenly turn cold as he narrows his eyebrows at me. "I know what you're doing, Malik."

My fight my eyes to stay at a normal size. I clutch the piece of rock salt more firmly in my hands. He knows? HE KNOWS? "I still don't understand what you're referring to."

"Oh cut the crap!" Niall snaps, his Irish accent clearly visible. How did I not notice that before. He takes a few steps away from me. "You're trying to prank me, aren't you! Not even here a whole day and already there's someone new to pick on me."

I let out a breath of relief. "Niall, I wasn't--"

"What did they tell you to do? Dump something on me? Beat me up? What is it that you're hiding behind your back?!"

Well he's half right. I was planning on dumping something on him... a pile of salt to be exact. I shake my head. "It wasn't a prank, I swear. It's just a bottle of water."

Niall looks down at the ground and angrily kicks a rock. "Liar." He snarls, tightening his fists. "That's all you jerks ever do. Lie. I can't stand people who don't tell the truth." 

"Niall, I wasn't going to-- Oh good lord of merciful shit." I take a step back as he looks back up from the ground, his eyes are now a darkened red color. His hair turned a plain dark-brown color and his whole body began to jitter and twitch, reappearing then disappearing with big flashes. 

Yes, definitely an ghost. Definitely a fucking ghost. Not one I've ever encountered before, but jesus fucking marshmallow eating and dinosaur pelting shit christ, that's a ghost.

"Don't lie to me."

And for the first time in a long time, as the angered spirit began getting closer to me, I had absolutely no idea what to do.

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Mmhmm.. yes... Filler, as I mentioned before.

Again, sorry for the mistakes. Don't want to go through it all.

Bye x