"Will you come lie next to me?" He said.He groaned she laid back too hard. "Scooch." She could hear the fluids in his lungs while he was breathing. The place was so quiet. She would rather be anywhere else talking to a person than being her with her thoughts, but he was sick."I can feel the gurgling too, that's disgusting and don't even try to kiss me with that virus." She was content.He was feeling feverish and tried to make conversation. "My head hurts...""Mmm.""I'm sure letting you stay in bed with me is probably against hospital policy.""You're such a bad boy." She said sarcastically.They were together now and she did not want to infringe on their pact. "Can I use my phone?""That's fine, it gets boring in the hospital anyway." He said fatigued and he had a sense of Deja vu. "Please don't take pictures of me like this, I look sick."She typed. "It's fine. I just need it for my secret album. What do you think about #Marley?" She flooded the space with many heart emojis."Tha
Teagan was afraid that she would shred them to pieces. Worst of all, Ares was coming home to meet him. He didn't like the looks of him. His aura made him feel things and see things he didn't want to see, yet he was easily drawn to the past, he relived it everyday in his head. That was why he wanted to stay as far away from Ares as possible.He lived with assassins too. Irma arrived with Harley in the house of Ares. Irma ducked at the box drifting over her head. "What are those?""Ghost workers, they agreed to work for Ares in death." "Until after death you mean?""They won't be leaving anytime soon, they can keep working for him if they want.""Oh my god. What if some of them try to kill him or you?""They won't. They have a contract." Harley said.Irma shook her head as they explored the house. "So this is where you live?" "Yes and No, I live with my dad, Eric. I just come here for visits.""So how is he?"Harley turned sad, he suffered 10 years of tragedy but the tragedy wasn't
Over the days, Teagan moved around the house, he cursed at the workers and vandalized things, Ares didn't show the slightest interest or whether to kick him out. He was perplexed. Harley, Irma and Keisha were in their final year and they were going to college. And parties. He was left home alone with BlackJack whom he was afraid of. BlackJack was trying to approach him and he ducked throwing pillows at him.BlackJack grabbed a pillow chasing after him. He ran away past the halls and cried out when BlackJack placed his paw on his chest. "Stop." Ares said to him and he vanished. Teagan gazed at him through glassy eyes. Ares vanished too.... Ares was not even giving Irma a hard time as Keisha claimed to. He didn't trust her to her words anyway. He taught her to kick box and she was getting tired of doing the same moves all the time. She meandered around a sandbag punching and kicking.Teagan watched them from a boulder with binoculars as she lunged backwards.Irma tried the s
"N_no no, I'll show you." Teagan tossed BlackJack's dented log at the glass doubledoors and it shattered to pieces.Irma's jaw dropped. "You broke it, is something wrong with you?" She glanced at a broom by the door perking up and moving in a sweeping motion to gather up the glass. Irma glanced at Teagan who looked shocked. His expression changed. "See?""As dumb as that demonstration was, it's brilliant.""Really?...I mean yes. I'm more genius than any of you give me credit for." He gazed at his fingernails."You can hear them.""Yes." He said smiling proudly. "Okay then, what's he saying?" She asked and he blushed. Maybe she thought the ghost standing there was just a coincidence.Irma winced at the inappropriate words. "@#$¥ *&?@@@####. Why are you helping you f#cking bitch?""Okay, that's enough." She said alarmed. "It's a kid named Oscar...he's 19. Died trying to pull a stunt on a dirtbike and drowned in the pond.""Get inside, Teagan, you've caused enough trouble." Keisha f
"Not that one, Chief. I was born in Nigeria, West Africa. The Igbos, a major ethnic group currently were looking for independence to become The Biafrans after the British colonialists united the tripod stands of the country, the east, north and the western region.The colonizers left eventually after the independence in 1960. There was a blockade and My father Festus Ebube Okoye who identified as a Biafran and my mother Catherine Nneoma Okoye starved along with the rest of our people. He was passionate about seperating from Nigeria. The Biafrans lost the war against the Nigerians ultimately and there was no secession. My father was wounded inside and out. We had to move here to save our hides. My father had a score with Ares to settle. They worked together in the past. He owed him his life and he wanted some kind of reward for aiding him."So Ares supports this kinds of stuff?""Yeah. He wanted him to "give him what rightfully belonged to him". His loyalty. My siblings were just 9,7,6
Teagan looked anxious, he slouched walking through the gates. The workers grimaced at him and BlackJack picked up speed. He ran to the house and he paled when he met Ares. "Where have you been!?" Keisha said."I just went for a walk." Teagan said twirling his hand on his leash."I know you went to...You're not allowed to step outside. Running away was completely stupid." Keisha said aware now and he blushed at Harley. "Yeah, I know, I just needed some fresh air. I'm alive aren't I?" He barked defensively. He was acting weird. He bloomed walking away faster. He couldn't handle criticism. He marched upstairs and the room was as dirty as it was before. He was repulsed. "You didn't clean yet?" He said to Keisha who relaxed on the couch.She dropped her magazine. "I'm sorry I said all those mean things about you.""We're cool. Just as long as long as you don't keep any weapons. No more pranks, not more antics." She said. "Clean this up.""Where are all the ghost workers?""They're on a
He shuddered. Those men didn't deserve to live, he clutched his pillow. The day after that was the time he started to realize that he could see dead people. These people were crooks, they sold him to a factory disguised as an orphanage home. Teagan's breathing was heavy at the women asking for his name. He had a hard time communicating, he didn't want to. They shaped him up by beating him. The worst he had was being covered with a sack if he mishbehaved and the tap running over his face until he gave in. He always had a hard time following routines. He lived with an abusive foster father named Randall Barton, his wife Alice and their adopted children, he trusted him to his word. He took care of him gradually until he started to get violent. He even employed the children to beat him up. He asked what was the point of adopting him. Unfortunately all he was good for was being a punching bag. The only good thing he learned was English. His imaginary friends translated and taught him to s
Phoenix, Arizona. He pulled up his sleeve and then looked at the sunburn, scolding himself for not taking the bus. The streets were busy and an autobus paused. It was sunny today on the seventeenth of April. Maks Anderson checked his phone for the current weather report and it just passed 87 degrees. "How hotter could it possibly get?" He said by the roadside waiting for a bus when a big blue bus stopped before him and he wasted no seconds to hop in."Whoa" He held on to the bar. It didn't take much time until the driver raised an alarm. Honk Honk!!! "Hang on!" He yelled. Maks panicked, there was panic everywhere, the bus started to swerve, it diverted from the huge truck and lunged on the rocky path to a building. The bus smashed into the entrance and it sent glass everywhere. Pushing a mass of rubble, tables and chairs toward the front office desk. The cashier leapt out of the way but fell short when he was thrown off by a flying chair. Maks wobbled holding on to th