Forever Undead (on hold)

Deceased

I chuckled, and shoved the teddy bear to the ground, enjoying my brief moment of the horrified face of the little girl before she burst into tears. My expression fell. Shit. I tried to touch her hair to comfort her before her mother came and told her it would be alright, everything would be fine soon after they good men will come by.

What does that even mean?

The little girl looked up at my leaning form, her big green eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"It'll be fine." She blinked and a tear slipped out of her eyelids. I reached my hand out, and it went right through her cheek. My lips twitched into a grin, and I shoved it in further. My fingers waggled on the other side of her hair, and she screamed aloud. I laughed and pulled my hand back, and I punched my fist forward. My hand hit air everytime, flying right through her skull.

She shrieked, and her mother burst through the door, picked up her child, and held her close. I looked up from my stance, and rolled my eyes as she scanned the room. She would never see me; I was dead.

I crouched and lifted the hem on her dress, looking up her skirt. She had no underwear on. "Naughty naughty girl." I murmered, smirking. Her daughter screetched.

The woman's heartbeat sped up; she only saw her skirt ruffle. I chuckled again, and grabbed her ankle. She jumped, and ran out of the room.

The other undead walked through the walls, and gave me the evil eye, all execpt my friend named Russel. We fist bumped and he winked. I laughed, "Did you see her thong today?" He snickered.

"What thong?"

We roared with laughter, and I slapped my hand on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm under his stomach, gasping for breath.

Russel died a long time ago, about 200 years ago, and still had his burned collar wrapped around his neck when I met him. But I convinced him to steal some modern cloths off of a kid his size who died of a car accident. I apparently talked funny to his ears, and he begged in his odd way of talking to teach him. Sometimes, when he's mad, he goes back to his confusing forein tongue, and I have to disapear before he breaks one of my undead bones. It didn't happen often though, he was brought up to control his temper. But when he told me he had to kill his baby sister because of his abusive father, he lost all control to his demons. I had to leave for 11 days before he calmed down.

I never tried to bring up his past again.

He inhaled deeply, and stood up, a smile playing on his lips as he threw an arm over my shoulders. We sauntered out of the room, laughing and joking.

"Dude, did you see her bra last week? Smoking hot, man." He licked his lips. I snickered. "Did you see her husband give it to her last night? Damn, did you see her bounce? Fuck man, that was hot."

He laughed and nodded, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

"Man, let's go outside, it's boring now that they ran away screaming."

I frowned. "I shouldn't have been so hard on that kid. But it's not every day that I can see someone scream like that."

I was killed only a few years ago by my bastard father. He poisoned me in my sleep; a thin needle in my neck.

I stayed by his side, whispering sweet, sweet death into his ear until he killed himself.

I haven't seen him since he dropped the noose around his neck. I left when his breath cut off. Stupid bastard.

Russel stepped out of the room, ignoring the other undead as he walked away. I paused and pushed around the teddy of the little girl. I frowned and followed Russel out of the room, walking through the door.