Did you just call me Heath Bar?
Well, yeah, I mean, your name is Heather so….
Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense.
(An awkward pause. Heather just smiles cluelessly while Cameron waits for it to click, with a smirk)
……………. You’re not gonna-
Wait a minute how do you know my name? I don’t recognize you at all!
There she is! Well, let’s just say I know a little bit about Alexander Ocampo.
Like, the Alexander Ocampo? Who’s gang, the Redbacks, killed thousands of people? Who’s the number one target for drug possession, murder, and theft?
Uh. Yep.
(Heather pulls her knife on the ghost)
Are you with them or against them?
(Smirks)
With em.
(She attempts to stab him. He watches in irritation, and he gently puts her hand down.)
Hey, hey, relax, Heath Bar, I quit the gang a long time ago. I couldn't be farther than agreeing with those hot heads.
How do I know you’re telling the truth?
You don’t, but there’s really nothing you can do. I’m already dead.
(She grumbles and puts away her knife.)
Yeah, well, have fun with that.
(She starts walking off, but Cameron drifts behind her. Heather turns around to look at him. He looks confused and hastily explains himself)
Alright, you know what? This probably looks bad. But I swear on my soul, it’s not my fault.
Hey, everyone. Thanks for reading!
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Overkill
FantasyThis is the story of Heather Ocampo and Cameron Riley. Totally platonic. Cameron was once a powerful, hopeful kid. He wanted to become a forensic pathologist l, but those dreams were crushed by the hand of death. Heather is a young girl, lively as...
