Too far gone

Brotherly Ghosts

--- Ghost's POV ---

"N-No thank you, sir..!" I scoots away from the man's gun, not that it matter since he kept it aimed at me. "Ya sure? You sure seem to like dead things, why not be one yourself." "I-I don't want to die, sir, that's why..!" He chambered his gun and smirked, "Awww, that's too bad." I finally got on my feet and backed up further, "Why do you want to kill me!?" He shrugged, "Got nothin' better to do. 'Sides, I'm tired of you messin' up mah house."
"What??"
"Don't act innocent, kid. You always come in my house and me it up. Well, I say my house, more like the place I hang out... but still, it ain't nice to mess up other people's property!"
"I-I've never been here before!"
"Right, kid, sure. Oh, by the way, found your little friend in the woods out back. Thing's nice, I might keep it."
"W-What are you talking about??" I managed to hide behind a wall, though I don't think it'll give much protection. Katrina and Toast had already gone outside. They were standing by the door, waiting for me. I'd run out myself, but the door was on the other side of the gap between the two walls. He may shoot me if I run.

"You're knife, kid. Think ya called it 'Knifey' or something dumb like that."
"Knifey??" My voice cracked slightly when I said that.
"Heh, yeah. You're pretty skilled with it, kid. Maybe you and I can work together sometime. Now if ya don't mind.." he aimed his gun at me again and I sprinted down the hallway. 'Why didn't I give for the door!?! It was closer, idiot!! Shut up, I'm scared!! And stupid. Shut up!!' He ran into a wall and pushed myself around the corner, the man close on my tail. "Get back here, squirt!!"

I found the back door and took my chances. I ran up to it and pulled on the door as hard as I could. Dumb door! It's locked!! Who locks a door on an abandoned house!? I began banging on the door, hoping it'd fall over. After a few seconds I gave up and turned around to run. But once again, I found myself face to face with the man's gun. "Be a man, seriously. You're not that much of a coward, are you?" I shook my head frantically and backed up until I hit the door. The man laughed, "Sure. Ya sure didn't look scared when you were beating up those boxes in the basement. Looked pretty happy if ya ask me." I gave him a confused look and he returned with an annoyed one.

He lowered his gun and pulled a knife put of his pocket, tossing it at me. I gasped and moved my foot back, allowing the knife to hit the ground. "Idiot. You're supposed to catch it." I quickly picked it up and pointed it at him. 'I have no idea how to use a knife! What am I supposed to do!?' He laughed and leaned on his gun, "Kid, you look really dumb right now." "Sh-Shut you... y-you stupid cowboy!!" He rolled his eyes and stood back up, "Just because is wear this hat, that don't make me a cowboy!" I straightened the knife, making sure it was pointed at him at all times. "So Jimmy, you gonna hit me or not?" I shot another confused look at him and he facepalmed. "W-Who's Jimmy??" "You, idiot," he sighed. "What? I've never met anyone named Ji--..." he looked up at me, confused and annoyed. I, on the other hand, was frozen in place, not moving an inch, not even shaking anymore. I was being attacked by the memories of that nightmare. I'd tried my best to forget it, I apparently did a good job. Not good enough though. 'I am you.' That's what he said. He was me. I was him. That's not true though. "Oh wait, you were rambling on about names and junk. Something shout secrets too. That one of your secrets, kid? Ya got an alias? That's pretty pathetic."

What? Secrets?? What secrets, I don't have any secrets. I don't keep secrets, the people at the place said no secrets. What's this guy talking about, I've never been here before. Why's he acting like he knows me. What's going on!?

Before I knew it, I'd dropped the knife. I was shaking uncontrollably and crying top apparently. I slid down the door and hugged my knees. "D-Don't hurt me...!" The man only laughed.

--- Jimmy's POV ---

"Knifey? Is that you, buddy?! I think it is!! Its knifey! Hey, mister man guy person, gimme knifey! Oh, nevermind, you just did. Kid, listen to me, get the- no, don't drop it, what're you-!? Ugh!! You're pathetic!! Let me take over!! I can take him! Gimme me knifey, we can take this guy!!" Ugh, I hate being trapped in my own mind. This kid can't hear me, so it's not like I have anyone to talk to. I haven't been able to find Greg up here either, so it's mother like I can talk to him. Though I doubt he'd wanna talk to me.

"Ya ready to die, kid?" "N-No!!" These two are getting annoying. I wish I could just reach over and grab kni--... I did... is the kid hearing me, or did he just grab it? Or did I?? I pulled the knife up to my face to make sure. I did!! Ha!! I grinned and laughed. "I got control back!!" I continued to laugh, laying my head back against the door.

"The heck is wrong with you, boy?" I grinned and looked at the cowboy man, "Whatd'ya mean, cowboy?" He cringed when I called him a cowboy, probably always will. "A second ago you were shakin', now you're laughing like some kinda maniac. Ya didn't break that easily, did ya?" I smirked and stood up, causing the man to step back. "Ya scared, cowboy?" He glared at me, making me snicker. "Thought so. Now, ya mind leaving me alone? I need to go k-... hold on... you knew about me. How." I glared at him and the chuckled, "You come into someone's basement for weeks in a row at the same time and you're sure to be watched." So he was watching me?? Creep. Oh well. Atleast now I can kill him. He knows my secret, that means he is going to die.