falke [sara lance] ✔

chapter 31

Callie held her head in her hands as she let out a yell of frustration, moving behind Ray and Sara as she peeked between her fingers to see the floating guitar move side to side as if it was taunting them. The ghost that had its hand grasped around the neck faded away again but the guitar continued to move slowly in its hovering spot.

"I'M SORRY BUT WHY IS DEAD ELVIS FREAKING PRESLEY HAUNTING US?" Callie yelled, being ignored by the other two as they tried to figure out what in the world was going on. They'd faced many things in their time, but ghosts weren't a specialty of theirs.

"Whoever you are, just put the guitar down," Ray pleaded, hoping that whatever spirit was here to attack them was friendly. Callie rolled her eyes at the request, knowing that she needed to sit down and make him watch every ghost movie ever if they survive this.

"Doesn't look like he's taking requests," Sara quirked back to Ray, moving her hand behind her to lightly grasp on to Callie's hand to comfort her wife. She knew this was one of Callie's top fears but really she was also just grateful it was seemingly Elvis haunting them and not one of their previous villains.

Ray grimaced at her point, watching as Sara slowly began to move towards the floating guitar after having releasing Callie's hand. The raven haired girl moved so she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Ray, having calmed down ever so slightly from the initial shock of seeing a ghost.

"Maybe the preacher was right about rock and roll," Ray noted, causing Callie to turn to look at him with a quirked eyebrow. "You know what never hurt anyone? A nice show tune."

Callie scoffed, rolling her eyes as she quickly reached up and tied her hair into a tight ponytail with the bobble that was on her wrist. "You clearly never watched Mr Schue on Glee."

Ray shot her a confused look before they both turned their attention back to Sara. They both jumped in surprise as Sara lunged towards the guitar, it narrowly avoiding her grasp and throwing itself across the room. They both shared looks as all three of them began to try and grasp it.

Just as Sara almost reached the guitar, the ghostly figure appeared from the floor and smacked her off her feet and flying into the air. Ray and Callie both yelled out in surprise again, before rushing towards Sara and the guitar. Callie crouched down beside Sara, checking her over quickly to see if she was alright while Ray ran towards the demonic instrument.

"I got it!" He yelled as Callie helped Sara back to her feet quickly, both of them exclaiming in surprise as Ray too was knocked over by the mysterious ghost. Callie almost growled as she felt her fighting instincts kick in as she stalked towards where the guitar had began to hover again.

She lunged for the neck of the guitar, only for it to swing out of her grip and hit her in the back of the neck full on. She yelped in pain as she fell forward, rolling over with a groan as she saw Ray and Sara also fall back on to the floor as the guitar zoomed out of the room.

They all breathed heavily for a moment, looking at each other in shock before Callie let out the thought they were all having.

"Did we seriously just get beat up by A FLYING GUITAR AND A GHOST?"

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"All right, so, I talked to Constantine about our totem," Sara told them all, re-entering the bridge where they had all finally managed to catch the guitar after Nate had informed them it was actually being possessed by Elvis' dead twin brother Jesse. Callie hadn't really felt anymore relaxed by this story, but rather took to busying herself by neatly stitching up the cut on the back of her own neck while Ray held the mirror up for her to see. Sara rolled her eyes at her wife showing off their League training before continuing with her sentence.