The Lost

The Lost (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5

KIAN

She didn't look like she did last night. She looked, well, more dead.

Her face was the same, except it lacked that glow and liveliness of last night. The color completely faded. Which is pretty weird since she was dead last night when I saw her in the graveyard. I mean, she was a ghost wasn't she? Then why am I so shocked?

Her body showed the true extent of her death. The front of her chest raw and caked with drying blood. There was a hole a little off center to the left side of her chest. It looked like it had been gorged out, as though the killer was searching for something. Behind me, Dave said, "The hearts missing."

I was really glad I had decided not to eat breakfast; it was bad enough I could feel my Chinese from yesterday making an unnatural track back up my body. I swallowed forcing my sickness and fear down. I finally choked out the words, "Was it quick?" I don't know how that was suppose to make me feel better, knowing she died quick. I mean, it was obvious she still suffered, and even if it was quick, it was apparent she knew she had no chance to live. So why did that make it so much better? Still I hoped the answer was 'yes'. I registered the shock on her face once again, and knew there was no way it was quick enough.

With some effort, he roughly spit out, "Yeah, I hope so." Not really answering my question, but answering the thoughts going on in my head. He had known what I had meant.

I mentally shook myself, trying to clear my mind so I could find out as much as I could about the scene before me. We had to catch this killer, this bastard. But apparently I didn't clear my head thoroughly enough because my dark thoughts popped up again and suddenly she reminded me of Abby Rivers. How her death had rattled me to the bones, how I had pushed on with all my might to get her killer the justice he deserved. How I had overstepped my own personal boundaries, divulging my closely kept secret. The same nagging feeling erupted inside of me. This bastard was going down.

I surveyed the room meticulously, searching for some hidden clue, but to no avail. The room was painted in a light pink with various bright colors and stuffed creatures spread throughout. It was obviously her room. For some reason, this thought cleared my head, allowing me to gaze at the girl's body objectively, tuning out the swirling thoughts in my head. Something didn't look right. There was something about her.. but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. And then the light bulb went on in my head.

There was no trace of humanity around me. Usually, in cases like this, the humanity or soul left inside the ghost is faint to me, letting me know that the soul had been trapped into ghost form, and hiding nearby. For me it was harder to feel, unlike Ari. She is the one who usually knows right off if there is a 'right' ghost or not. To her, the 'trace' soul I feel is like a beacon to her, immediately letting her know that we have a 'lost one'. But since I can 'talk' to all ghosts, the distinction is a little less noticeable. I don't feel their soul as much; like I said, I feel the death, the left over.

Something about last night just clicked. How did she hide her presence? How did she block me out? I couldn't feel anything from her. No death, no sorrow, and now that I noticed, no humanity. What was she? She even disappeared like... Ari.