Necromance My World

Chapter 5

As the next day rolled on by, Ben stayed in his room practicing talking and making voices, as if he were a 7 year old who just learned something. He was eccentric at the thought that he could talk. He was too happy to even wonder how, or why now.

"I am Benjamin Fishes." He said in a tone very similar to a gentleman. As his phone vibrated he looked at the text.

"Ben. We still need to talk. I understand if I made you upset yesterday, after all I did sort of threaten your mom."

"Tell me the place." Ben texted back, as happy as he was that he could talk. He was no fool, a miracle does not just happen without asking for something in return. He had always wanted to talk, no matter how much he tried he never could. Then magically he could, Ben never believed in magic. He never would he had sworn to himself.

"You've changed Ben. I'm so glad to see that. The park. Closest to your house. Ill be waiting." Came the Response. Maybe Ben was getting cocky, after all he had never been in a fight. He was always the shy kid that everyone avoided. So he never needed to learn how to fight, bullies avoided him. It was like they were scared of him. They never showed it though, only picked on other kids. Now Ben was about to go to the park with a guy he believed to be crazy.

"A guess I could always not go..." Ben said, then quickly shook his head, he had to go. Wether he liked it or not. "Guess I won't have a perfect attendance record this year either" he sighed and got dressed in a dark blue jeans pants. Black Nike, and a dark blue army camo sleeveless shirt. Then he took our his skate board he had gotten for Christmas a year ago. He had gotten it because he skated, but ever since 13 he became paler, and had less energy. Not even the energy to skate. He left his room and went into the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror he dropped the skate board.

"Holy shit." He said, the reflection in the mirror did not look like his own. For one, his skin was no longer a ghostly pale. It was light, a little bit of macaroni without the cheese. The bags under his eyes were completely gone. His hair was still a wild shaggy mess, but that was how he preferred it. So that was fine. His eyes were still the dull color he had grown up with, but that was fine with him. Too happy to remember he was about to meet a psycho he ran out the house with his skateboard and headed to the park.

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Skipping chapter 4 for now, ill upload it eventually ...