Bittersweet

Chapter Five ♥

Chapter Five

Michael's POV ♂

Amelia is getting distracted from her training. I could tell she wasn't giving it her all yesterday, and she giggles. A lot. I seriously need to figure out what to do about this. She has to be ready to kill that demon right after he got a new meat bag. There is an evil laugh behind me. "Hello, Michael." I turn around slowly. Fear gripped me and I am sure that if it still beat, my heart would be beating out a samba (A/N: that was for my fellow whovians) "What do you want?" I growl back. "Just to tell you that I found a new body. I will take her over in a matter of weeks. Better get your champion ready." It says tauntingly. "Oh, she will be ready!" I retort back. "Of course she will. Don't you know that I know about her distraction during  your last practice?" "She WILL be ready, you sick bastard!" My anger level is slowly rising, probably his intention of this conversation. I close my eyes and calm down. "Leave. Now." I am calmer now. I open my eyes and the demon is gone. It always makes me angry when it is around. It poisons the mind of anything it gets close to by summoning the emotion the victim can least control. Mine, obviously, is anger. I turn around and start to put together another course for Amelia. We have started to bond during our training. We both like to read, or I liked to read when I was alive. She brings me books though, so I am never totally lonley when she is gone. I have books! Wow, a bookworm in life and death.. I laugh at myself. I can only imagine what all my friends would say. They always thought reading was boring. I look over at my large pile of books and pick my personal favorite, Treasure Island by Robert Lewis Stevenson.

Amelia's POV ♀

The last bell finally rings, and the teacher yelled out our homework over the sound of shuffling feet getting out of class as fast as they could. I was just getting out the door when someone tapped my shoulder. I turn around to see a tall girl my age. "You dropped this." she says quietly, handing me my essay assignment. "Thanks! I think I would need that." I say. "So I am having a party and am trying to round up a bunch of girls, do you want to come?" she asks me. "Sure. Send me the details on my phone." I say, writing my number on a scrap piece of paper. She takes it and walks away. Well, that was a little awkward.

I walk out to my house and drop off my stuff, and ran out to the woods with some more old books for Michael. They are ghost books, I hope he doesn't find it racist or whatever. He did say bring any book I can get my hands on. I make it to the clearing and see Michael reading Treasure Island. That was my Dads favorite book. He read it to me when I was small, right before bed every night. We would tell Mom about it during breakfast. She would always seem to be interested. Those are my best family memories. Now he probably reads it to some other kid who has no idea of his past. "Amelia? Ameliaa! You there?" Michael had put his book down and is shaking me. "Sorry, zoned out." "You seem to be doing that a lot  lately." He mumbles. I pretend not to hear it and go to the new obstacle course that he built. He always controls it with his ghost powers or whatever. I think it's pretty cool. There are large tree limbs swinging in the air, a boulder slamming into the ground and pulled back up again, and a tree to climb up. "Now before we begin, you need to run up the trail and back. Don't want you to pull a muscle." He says. He sounds like my old PE coach. Never really liked him. Too bossy.

I start to run on the trail at a steady pace, just like I have done for the last two months. This has always been my favorite part. I love seeing the trees blowing in the wind, like they are waving at me. I'm almost to the middle of the trail when I hear a something moving. It sounds too big to be a de, and there are no bears here. I look around to see and movement, but all is quiet. I turn around and gasp. There is a huge... Thing  blocking my way. It is black and looks like some sort of gas, but also looks a little bit like tar. I am suddenly filled with this feeling of dread, and of helplessness. "Hello, Amelia." It says. Its voice, if that is what you can call it, sounds like the hissing of boiling water on a cold surface. I take a big gulp. "How do you know my name?" My voice is full of fear. "I know a lot of things about you, Amelia. I know about your father, about why you are here, I even know about Dean." It said. "How?" I say back, hardly whispering. "I have my ways. Tell Michael that he better be ready for the big show down, 'cause it is sooner than he thinks." I frown and wonder what he means. Seeing that I am confused, the thing laughs. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I close my eyes and cover my ears. When I do open my eyes, the thing is gone. I bolt back to the base to tell Michael the message. It must be really important, or it wouldn't have told me. When I get back, Michael can tell there is something wrong. "Are you ok?" he says, his voice full of worry. "I- I saw th-this thing in the woods. I-it could t-talk." I stutter, partly because of breathlessness, and partly because of the pure fear that the creature left me with. My hands were frozen. Like they always do when I get really nervous or scared.

"What did it look like?" His voice is full of worry and concern. "It looked like a mixture of black smoke and black sludge. It radiated pure evil. It filled me with fear and of the feeling of helplessness." I was a lot calmer now with Michael. He always made me feel better whenever I am sad, or scared. "Does that sound familiar?" I ask. "Uh, yeah it does.. I want to tell you why we are training. That.. Thing is a demon. It is the reason that I died. It possessed my father many years ago and I tried to kill it, but only being 14 I wasn't strong enough and it killed me" A tear rolls down his cheek. Since when do ghosts cry? That wasn't the important part though. My only friend in this town is crying and I need to comfort him. "I'm sorry, I never knew..." I say, trailing off not knowing what else to say. He smiles and looks at me. "Thanks. The reason that you training, is that that demon has picked out a new person to possess. Whenever it does that it will attempt to destroy the town. He says he has picked out a new body. We need to defeat it before it can follow through with its plans." I am speechless. I have to fight THAT?! I am only Amelia. I'm no Chuck Norris or some badass demon killer. Just little old me. "I need to sit down." I say, sitting on the nearest log. Then I remember the message the demon told me. "It said to tell you the big show down is nearer that you think.. and that you need to be ready." Michael stopped pacing and looks at me with wide eyes. "Crap. Not good."

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A/N

HEY! I have gotten a few more readers... yay! I love you guys! so my best friend, calicosandgraffiti, is writing a new story, My Friend, Louis! It would mean a lot to both of us if you just check it out.. it has some yellow flowers on the cover if that helps you find it. Sorry for any mistakes! - Catnip ♥