The Lost

The Lost (Chapter 2)

Okay so I really like this chapter, I'm just unsure of you guy's response..

It's a very emotionally taxing chapter (at least it was for me to write)

SHOUT-OUT TIME!!!!!!!!!

Holy cow.. First off thanks to everyone who put me on their 'about me' and in shout outs on their stories!! Ya'll are amazing!!!

Special thanks to:

Jemsparkle(The girl rocks my socks, FOR. REAL. She is amazing)

Rachloves2write (ah. I luv you (and your story), need I say more?)

Just-Krissy (I want pictures of the costume),

mina_94 (I want your odd comments in my noggin. ha)

paige569 (ah your ingenious, I love how you think.. we are on the same wavelength and everything.)

Canse12 (sorry for the 12+ hrs and the inconvenience of posting at evil hours)

AND for TheOtherside for inspiring me with your hookah filled stories. (Seriously his story 'THE OTHERSIDE' is really good, original plot, interesting characters and slightly addictive like hookah!!! A really good sci-fi must read!!! But no seriously go check him out, I command you! HA)

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Chapter 2

KIAN

Before Ari could get to the door, she was gone, just like that. No puff of smoke or anything. She was there, and then she wasn't. Man, did I hate when she did that. In a normal conversation, you couldn't block out what the other person was saying by just disappearing. You could run off, but then they can follow right after you. But when you can just disappear at the drop of the hat, whenever you are sick of the conversation, then it's hard to have, well a conversation.

I look through the glass that covers half of my door to see my colleagues staring at me. I would be staring too, if I had just been watching someone yell, seemingly at himself, as though in deep conversation. Ah. My life has become increasingly more difficult since I met Ari. I don't mean Ari's essence that is trapped in her ghost form. I mean the Ari I knew before she died.

Seeing as I am a reporter and she was a detective, our paths were bound to cross. Well, it's more like they collided...

It all happened on a case about a couple of years back. A little girl, Abby Rivers, was missing, with no trail to follow. She had just simply disappeared. An Amber alert was posted nationwide, but no hits had turned up. Needless to say, the pressure was on. See this little girl was the daughter of a well-loved New York Senator, practically royalty, and so of course the tragedy caught a lot of attention. Well about a week into the investigation, I happened to go to the senators house to interview him and his wife, for my report for that night instead of them coming into the station. Once I pulled into the driveway I knew something was wrong. It's this weird feeling like nails are being shoved under my fingernails. Instantly debilitating. Ari says it's like a blind light shooting into her retinas, a growing power of their soul being contained into their ghost. But for me, I get the brutality, the ominousness, of the scene left behind. She feels the humanity. I feel the death.

I tried to shake the gut-wrenching feeling, but it was to no avail. So I 'cowboyed-up' and went inside. Once I entered the house, it was like the house physically sighed, releasing the pent-up anger, fear, and death and focused it straight into me. I nearly doubled over, but this was not my first time experiencing death. I put on my reporter's mask, the one that allows me to be cold, calculating and objective. If not for my well-practiced front, I would have cracked because what I saw was the most horrific thing I have ever seen in my life.