Corrupted (Ghost X Toast)

Chapter 2

"Get the gun, Sir!" Toast yelled as Ghost nodded, sprinting out to the van that was in the parking lot.

He'd done it again.

He'd managed to get sidetracked and now Johnny Toast's life is in danger.

All because he can't seem to get enough sleep.

He ripped open the back doors of the van, grabbing the black and silver pistol out of one of the crates. It had a laser sight, meant specifically for killing ghosts.

Other guns can't. This one can.

"Spooker?!" Ghost screamed, looking at the dazed man in the pink hat. He seemed lost as he stared up at the multiple floors of the haunted hotel.

"Huh?! What?!" Spooker jumped, turning back to look at Ghost.

Ghost threw the gun to the man in the pink hat, who looked down at the weapon in confusion.

"Take it to Toast!" Ghost screamed as Spooker nodded, sprinting into the lobby of the hotel. Toast was pinned on the ground, helplessly trying to push the apparition off of him. He felt his body growing weak and tired with every attempt.

"Toast!" Spooker screamed from the doorway, watching Toast use all the strength he had left in him to get this spirit off of him.

"Now is not the time, Spooker!" Toast screamed back, feeling something cold hit his arm. He glanced down for a quick second, seeing the weapon.

He pushed the spirit back for a few seconds as he gripped the weapon, aiming it at the apparition. He pulled the trigger, killing the already dead spirit.

He looked down at himself, seeing all his clothes torn and ripped.

"You look like a cosplayer for the Walking Dead," Colon commented from Spooker's side. Spooker tilted his head while observing Toast.

"What the heck! You do!" Spooker screeched as Toast rolled his eyes, trying his hardest to block the two men out. He stood up, taking a headcount.

"Where's Ghost?" Toast asked as Colon shrugged.

"He told me to bring you the gun and that was the last I heard from him," Spooker spoke as Toast led the two back outside.

The sky was overcast with roaring thunder off in the distance. The strong wind blew through Toast's ebony hair.

"Where do you think he is?" Colon asked as Toast turned back to them, letting out a deep breath.

"I don't know..." He whispered, staring over his shoulder at the two.

The British man had a slight pang of worry beating at his chest. He had grow so attached to this boy and now--

"Johnny! Get away!" He screamed, forcing fear to spread in the other's blue eyes.

Toast blinked a few times, backing out of his memories. Memories that he wasn't sure he wanted to remember.

"Toast?" Spooker's voice boomed as his hand landed on the Brit's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Toast muttered, turning back to stare at the two grown men.

"Do you have any ideas?" Colon spoke up, watching Toast shake his head in frustration.

"I don't..." Toast mumbled.

"Johnny! P-Please! Tell me what's wrong!" Toast screamed, witnessing Ghost on the floor, holding his head in his hands.

"I can't! I can't tell you! Not now!" Ghost replied, still crying as Toast just watched. Which was all he could do at the moment.

"Johnny! Quit! You're freaking me out! You keep zoning in and out!" Spooker screamed, flipping out.

Toast shook his head, his bright aqua eyes staring up at the grey sky.

"Sorry..." Toast mumbled.

Why was he having these memories now? He's had them for years and they're acting up now? Why? How? What did he do wrong? Or better yet, what triggered them?

"Johnathan?" A low voice spoke from behind him as the British man jerked his head around, left staring at a man.

  His hair was a bleach blonde with the textures of shaggy and curly. His eyes were a brilliant, yet familiar, blue. His whole face was covered in freckles as his white teeth formed a smile.

"Daniel Howard..."