Ghosts

Chapter 1 ???

It's not my fault that I cause fatal destruction. Rain drops fall one by one, hitting the rough white skin not hidden in the tore up clothes that provide little warmth. My clothes, black ripped up jeans, only one sock, a stained white shirt covered by an old red hoodie, all soaked in the water that seems to keep pouring every second. At least the boots that I wear are waterproof. It's not that I don't like the rain, it's just the cause of it. I walk on the side of a deserted street somewhere that we call Old York. The impoverished, the sick, the dead, and hidden Ghosts all lie here. I, being one of many Ghosts, hide myself from the government. We know that people are taken away, we don't know where, but that they don't ever return. A cold breeze strikes my cheeks as I adjust my hoodie to hide my face. I look around, a man throws up the little food he found in the night, a child huddled with his parent, and another man. A peculiar man. I keep stepping, watching the puddles I step in ripple and explode into smaller drops of infected water.

He looks at me, stares at me with the most ugliest look. His eyes narrowed down, but that's all I could see, the rest hidden behind his trench coat. Wait, a trench coat. It looked new, surprisingly new, and doesn't look at all drenched in rain. My tears clear up a little more as I change to curiosity. He didn't look poor, or sick, and definitely not dead. As I thought, the mostly dead trees that lined the streets caught on fire. It wasn't until now that I realized that the rain was gone. He still looked at me and then I heard a small repetitive sound. Like a beep. Then I saw it, his hands within his coat, pointing at me. He was holding a gun, but not just any gun. He began to walk towards me. I didn't know what to do. I just stood frozen, scared about what was to happen. Large blows of wind hit me, blowing out the fire that mysteriously appeared on the trees. My body slowly shifted to a different spot, the man still walking near me. Then my fear went away, like flipping a light switch, the darkness now gone. He walked past me, to a child. I was relieved but sadness overcame me. It began to rain again. She looked 5, too little to understand much.

With quick movements and hard thoughts, she was easily able to make the rubble beneath her float by waving her hands in a commanding manner. Other children watched in amazement, completely amused by such incredible ability. The man got closer to her. He then grabbed her by the neck and carried her to a car that now pulled up. I looked at her lifeless face, the purity. The other children screamed and the girl's parents ran up to the man. The mother screamed as the father punched the man. I still stood, unable to move my limbs. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, choking from the man's strong hands. She levitated herself but he kept his hold on. The father was weak and couldn't do much. Another man jumped out of the car and shot both parents, most likely with some sort of paralyzer. The rain was strong now, but it then deceased, as I was now angry. Filled with rage of the sorrow for the parents and the child, my head began to pound. The earth beneath my feet split into a vine of cracks heading for the car. The car started, but before it could even drive and inch, the road under erupted and sent it flying. I rushed towards it, avoiding the deadly cracks, and looked for the little girl. Both men in the car were dead, their heads filled with blood and limbs separated. Then I saw her, lying on the ground. Her body was still whole, but her mind was not, neither her heart. She looked at me and smiled. She said two words "Thank you." and then her soul left her body. She was cold, her pale face still in the same position. The rain continued, but now softly. A rainbow appeared in the sky, and I left her there. But before I left, I closed her small grey eyes and said "I'm sorry." I hid behind some buildings, continuing my walk, knowing that the police would show up. I looked back and a hole opened up beneath her body, pulling her into the ground, it was her grave. I left the scene, hoping that the little angel made it to heaven. -DelusionVoid