Crossing the Line

Chapter Twelve

I'm so sorry about all the delays in this, guys. I'm graduating school in a week, and the HSC will be over in just over a month, so then I can devote a lot more time to writing! :D 

I felt like I should have a picture to show what the characters look like, so here! :D The picture I've added would take place in an earlier chapter, but I'll put it here anyway. From left to right the characters are: Richard, Bonibell, Nikolai, Mikhail, Asiyah and Miki.

If you don't mind, please let me know what you think of the story, or the characters, so far! :D  Next chapter should be quite interesting!!

Sho stormed out of the front door and down the verandah steps. At the foot of the stairs, he turned and looked back up to the house, wondering what on Earth had happened to his daughter. Of course, he wasn't able to see her standing right in front of him on the verandah, gazing down at him with sympathetic eyes, her brows furrowed. Although she was still feeling incredibly anxious, Miki decided that she had to get out of this situation as soon as possible. She let out her breath and turned to the front door, still open from Sho's exit. She puffed out her chest, and powered through the frame, determination swirling through her. Jacob and Ilya ran out through the door, Mikhail staring after them as they passed him.

"What's that about?" he wondered, but since she had only heard that her father had been yelling, not what he had been yelling, she had no answer for him.

They huddled with the others, just as a silent Nikolai and a fuming Asiyah joined them.

"Well, uh," Bonibell said, trying to get rid of the bad mood. "At least they're gone now. Safe. All that."

"How on Earth did you make them leave?" Mikhail asked, and Asiyah's frown transformed into a bright grin.

"It was amazing!" she said, beaming at her friend. "I have no idea how the hell he did it, but Nikolai wrote in the dust in the mirror - and there wasn't much space on it, like at all, but we had a sort of conversation, and basically, they know we're here. They know we're safe."

"Wait, wait wait - you figured it out?!" Mikhail cheered. "Already?! Tell me what you did!"

"I, uh," Nikolai started, wondering how to explain. It had all been in the heat of the moment, he just remembered thinking about it. "Well, at first, I just tried to do it like you would normally do, but my hand just went straight through the mirror. But time was running out, and I was just, uh... hoping for it to work? I guess?"

"That was terrible," Mikhail cut in. "You're terrible at explaining things. You have to will yourself to do it. You know, think about it, really think about it. Put as much energy as possible there to interact with the physical world. I'm so proud!" he clapped.

Nikolai laughed weakly; once the rush had faded away, he began to feel a bit drowsy, and it must have showed, because Mikhail soon explained that, because of the effort, doing things like that would use up quite a lot of your energy.

"Don't worry, you'll be totally fine in a while," he finished. "It doesn't effect you as much the more experienced you get with doing stuff like that - but I guess that's another thing you guys won't really get to practice."

"Since when can ghosts do all this shit?" Richard asked, skeptical. "Like aside from going through walls and stuff. Everyone knows they can do that."

"Guess we've just been lied to all our lives, Richard," Bonibell joked. He missed the humour and rolled his eyes at her.

"We have a mission to do, guys," Miki piped in. They'd stressed about getting the fathers out, and now they were just standing around, doing nothing? She didn't think it made sense, but she was also worried that her determination would fade if they waited any longer.