P.I.E.: A Nymphic Faerietale

Chapter 4

Johnny Ghost woke up, lying in his bed, with a severe headache. Confused, he slipped through the door and into the hallway. He heard voices coming from downstairs, Toast's, Sarah's, and, Mereda and Carlisle? What were they doing here? Ghost came downstairs and saw the four of them conversing over what had just happened outside.

"What if Jimmy Casket keeps his promise?" Carlisle asked, fearfully. "Mereda and I won't be around long at all!" Keeps his promise? Ghost thought. What happened?

Jimmy came out and threatened them, driving his knife into Mereda's side. Toast answered telepathically. Ghost looked, and sure enough, Mereda did seem hunched over on the couch, but strangely enough, Ghost didn't see any blood on her hands, or any part of her, as a matter of fact. Mereda tended to her own wounds, so she must have medical experience. Toast explained. No wonder she wasn't bleeding out!

It surprised Ghost, causing him to trip off the last step. Everyone else noticed him, and turned their heads. Mereda and Carlisle didn't seem to trust him.

"What do you have to say on this matter, 'Johnny Ghost'?" Carlisle shouted at him. "Uh," Ghost stammered, lost for words.

"You put a knife in my side as a different person!" Mereda yelled. Toast and Sarah exchanged a worried glance.

"I swear, none of this was my fault!" Ghost yelled back at them. "Jimmy Casket is not me! I fused with him at one point! I barely remember anything about the whole incident! I didn't even know he was in my head for about a year!"

"Likely story," Carlisle shot back.

"How is that a likely story?" Toast yelled at her in Ghost's defense. "Even though we hadn't formally met until the next day, I saw what happened in his dreams!"

"Hadn't formally met? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I saw him having a heart attack in the hospital the day of the incident! He came back to life about ten minutes later!" Toast was practically screaming at Carlisle by now. Ghost, Sarah, and Mereda had been knocked out of the conversation, but Ghost was going to come back in.

"Carlisle, if you hadn't been pressing me about living in the Dryad Forest when I didn't even know this place had a supernatural meaning, none of this would have happened!"

That's when the room got quiet. Everyone was staring at him in shock as if they couldn't believe what he had just said. Ghost began to feel sick. He'd never spoken to anyone about Jimmy Casket besides Toast and Sarah. He felt like he was going to start crying in shame. He shouldn't be doing this! Jimmy had tortured Ghost before, and he wasn't going to stop. Who knows what Jimmy would do to him now? Ghost had never felt so scared for his life since the fusion. He was killing himself like this, no matter if he was immortal or not!

"Sir," Toast said quietly. "None of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself, there was no way we could have known he was going to be agitated. Besides the situation was too tense, and Carlisle couldn't possibly have known."

Ghost suddenly felt himself lose control of his actions, but wasn't changing. Jimmy was making him walk towards the basement door. Ghost forcefully held himself to the wall with his hand, showing that this wasn't his choice.

"No, no, no!" Toast shouted and ran over to stop Jimmy from taking Ghost to the basement. He held him back so Ghost didn't have to be tortured. Jimmy broke Ghost free of Toast's grasp as Sylar rushed over to help, and scrambled off to the basement, locking the door behind him.

Ghost found himself in the dark, with Jimmy's knife in his hand. Like every other time, he was laying on the table, on his side. Ghost started to hyperventilate. He knew this was coming as punishment, but he feared it. Jimmy moved the hand with the knife towards Ghost's stomach, and stopped as the point touched him, barely piercing the skin. Ghost's eyes widened in fear and he began to make fearful sounds, phasing into desperate screams as the knife slowly sliced into his body, his blood seeping out, onto the table, and dripping over the edge. Ghost barely had the energy to keep his eyes open. The energy was drained from him as the knife dug deeper into his stomach, causing fatigue, unbearable pain, and more bloodcurdling screams. Eventually, Jimmy stopped pushing the knife into Ghost, and left it there, settling Ghost's hand on the table. Ghost was left with control over himself again, but was too weak to even move. Like a torturer would, Jimmy had left him there, bleeding out on a table, in a dark basement.