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Elizabeth and Cera 8!(How many of these are we going to have?)
((To graduate from my high school you have to have a certain amount of hours spent volunteering.))She open her mount to say something rude but closed it and turn back to Mr. Day. "Do you have any ideas to how to make Mark move on?"
((Ah. We don't have that here.))He shook his head. "I don't know. I can look into it but I think it would be up to him to do it."
((Lucky, I need like 80 hours or something))She shot Mark a glare but sighed. "Thank you Mr. Day for shining light on this. I got to get back to school but thank you." She said shaking his hand. She walked out the door and hop on the bike waiting for Mark
((Wow! O.O How much longer do you have?))"If there's anything else I can do to help don't hesitate to ask." He said, giving a smile as he shook her hand.
Mark sighed when he saw the glare, following her back out and staying silent at the moment.
((Well I just started sooooooo a lot but I getting there and I have more then some people so that's good. I should have the hours before long......hopefully))She started back to school not saying a word to Mark
((good luck is all I can say.))Mark was silent as well. He could tell she was mad, but didn't really care.
((Thanks I will take all the luck I can get))Once she got back to school, she threw her bike down and stalked up to the school. She slam the front door in Mark's face before walking to her room. She flop down in bed without caring she was still dressed and curl up in a ball. Thoughts whirled through her head but she blocked it all out. She didn't care what happen to Mark. She tried to tell herself over and over again. If he wanted to be a ghost then he can be a ghost. But she knew she cared and wanted him to find his peace. "Life is horrible." She said out loud.
Mark sighed when the door slammed in his face but walked right through it. One thing about being a ghost. Doors and walls don't bother you much. He followed her back to her room as well. "Life isn't always that bad..." He muttered. The truth was, even if he wouldn't admit it, he was scared to move on. What happened when you did?
She shot him a glare but when she saw the look on his face she soften a little. "Yea it isn't always bad but... it is hard." She face the wall again, she sat up and patted the spot beside her. "Want to sit?" She ask
He let out a sigh as he came over to where she was, having to concentrate as he sat to not go right though the bed. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this..." He said, kicking his feet. "It isn't fair to you..."
She just shrugs. "You are right it isn't fair but what happen to you wasn't fair either." She looks down at her hands with another shrug. "We will fix this you know. I do not know how but we will."
"And what exactly would you consider fixing this? It's not like I can come alive again, and I don't want to move on....." He said the last part barely above a whisper, the idea obviously still scary to him.
"Well first we have to make sure that demon doesn't kill anyone. Then we will work from there." She said not addressing the subject of moving on. She did not want another fight
"And how will we do that exactly? I'm a ghost. I can't do anything to it. How can the two of us stop it from killing anyone else?" He frowned a bit. "And how long until it attacks again. Time has kind of blended....how long have I been dead for?"
Alex lay on her back throwing her hands in the air. "Gosh you ask to many questions! We need to take it one step at a time. So first question is how long have you been dead for?"
((He asked her that since he couldn't remember.))
((Oh hold on ))Alex lay on her back throwing her hands in the air. "Gosh you ask to many questions. We need to take t one step at a time. SO first question is how long have you been dead. We can mostly find out how old you are by the school records."
"Sorry....It's just that time blends together so much when you're dead. and for awhile I didn't even care how long it had been. There was no one who could see me anyway..."
She just waved an the air dismissing his sorry. "It is fine. It is just a bump in the road."
"I was 17 when I died if that helps."
"Okay what kind of technology did you have when you were growing up." She pointed to her laptop which was sitting on her desk. "Did you have those growing up?"
"Um...." He honestly didn't remember. He knew he'd seen them but he couldn't remember if it was before or after he died. "I think I died sometime around the year 2006, 2007...what year is it now anyewy?"
"2014." She answers lost in thought. If he died somewhere in 2006 or 2007 that would mean 7 or 8 years had past since he had die
wow. Had it really been that long since he'd died? "So a few more years until the demon strikes again."
She nodded. "Ever ten years unless the demon is changing." She said thinking about Sam. Where was he anyways. What did he do all day? She pushed her thoughts away from Sam and back to the problem at hand
"So what do we do now? Do you think it is deciding to come early this time? How can we stop it?"
Alex rub her eyes, she was in way over her head. "Ummmmmmm..." Was all she said as she thought it ouver
((We could make Sam know something since he was the abnormal death))
Alex snapped her fingers. "You got to talk to Sam! I bet you him knows something." She said sitting up looking at him
"Sam and I don't get along remember? I don't know if he would talk to me."
"Can you at least try?" She ask looking at him hopefully
"alright. I'll go see if I can find him..." He stood, floating out the door. "Sam!?" He called.
Surprisingly Sam appeared in a few moments. "You do not have scream my name." He whinnied. Sam glance at him. "You still getting Alex to do your dirty work?" He eyes twinkled with amused
"Shut up." Mark's eyes narrowed, wishing now he hadn't agreed to this. "I;m not using her.Look. She wanted me to talk to you. I don't want to but here I am."
Sam laughed before turning his head to the side. "What do you want to talk about?"
Suddenly Sam stopped laughing and he got a strange look. If ghosts could get paler, Sam did. "Um what about it?"
"How much do you remember about it?" He asked, a small part of him enjoying Sam's unease, another feeling bad for him.
Sam opened his mouth to lied and say nothing but something stopped him. He was quite for a long moment before saying. "Everything."
Mark on the other hand remembered close to nothing, and was a bit surprised by his answer, feeling more bad for him than anything right now. "Can you tell me about it?"
Sam looked away again. "Why do you want to know about my death for?"
"Me and Alex are trying to figure out how to stop anyone else from dying. We learned there's a demon. It kills someone every 10 years. I happened to be the unlucky victim last time. What happened to you though? Was it just a freak accident or was the demon greedy that time around?
Sam looks at Mark. "You are trying to destroy the demon aren't you." He stated wide eyes
"We just want to stop it. If that's what it takes....why? Do you know anything about the demon?"
Sam slowly nodded. "The demon also killed me.." He whispers
"I'm sorry Sam....." Mark sighed. "What happened? How do you remember it and I don't?" Which one o them was technically the extra one that the demon killed?
"I was killed by a mistake. The demon never got greedy but it probably is not. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." He said slowly
He frowned again. "and why not just stay here? It's not like I'm hurting anyone. No one even knew I was there until you."