Killing Jacon Duncan: Part 5

  This is it. This is the moment i have been waiting for. The moment i would pat myself at the back and say "Job well done!". Wait...that was the Director's job, wasn't it?
  I was sitting down inside this stupid cramped van with my brother, Jeremy. He was trying to arrange a small listening device on my ear. His hands was shaking. He didn't go off on missions like this before. He was too young. He's sixteen now. I guess the Director thought he was old enough now.
  Jeremy wasn't an assassin like the rest of us. He was a hacker! He is very good at electronics and stuff. He could hack into a politician's heavily secured website in just seconds! That's my brother!
  Jeremy helped me out of the van and squeezed my hand tight. "Good luck!" he told me. I laughed.
  "Don't be silly, Jeremy!" I rubbed my hand on his hair. "This isn't my first time, you know?"
  "Yeah, but this is the first time i get to see u kick ass!"

  This was it. I reminded myself. I walked towards the entrance of Duncan Corporations and let myself in. It was chilly inside. What? Couldn't Washington get any colder? Why add a few more air-cons inside? You know what you should be adding, Duncan? You should be adding HEATERS!
  I walked directly to the elevator that had a sign that said PERSONNEL ONLY. The guard seemed alarmed as he saw me coming. "Personnel Only," he told me, one hand on my shoulder.
  I smiled and got the fake I.D. from my bag and held it up for him to see. "I'm new here!" I told him with a smile plastered on my face. He looked a little bit taken back. Oh, did i mention that Ghosts like me are extremely beautiful? (Check out Blog: Introduction) He took a step back and looked a little confused. I gave him one last smile and the elevator opened. Perfect Timing!
  I stepped inside and watched the doors close. As soon as it did i pressed the button that led to floor seventy-two. I unzipped my red dress and changed into some black tight, leather leggins and super tight sweater. If your wondering, then yes, i do wear this when i kill people. It's comfortable. Plus, it blends in with the shadows. Another plus: It looks sexy on me.
  As the door pinged open I leaned my back against the side wall of the elevator. Just as i expected it there was a surveillance camera directed at the elevator. Thank goodness, there was a huge leafy plant there at the wall i was hugging, which helped conceal me from the camera. I put on a ski mask. Goodbye, sexiness!
  "Jeremy," I whispered, making it loud enough for the device in my ear to detect the sound. "Be my eyes, how many cameras are there in this floor?"
  "Umm..." he mumbled. I could hear a tapping noise. He was typing in something. "There are 5 cameras there. One pointing at the elevator, two at the right, two at the left. One from both sides are directed at the door at the end of the hallway,"
  "Okay," I answered. I can do this, i told myself. 3...2...1...Showtime!
  I got a gun from my bag and pulled the trigger on the camera outside. I walked to the other side of the door and leaned on it. I made a quick peek and pulled the trigger four times. As soon as all the cameras died, i jumped up and ran to the end of the hall.
  "Ten security cameras," Jeremy told me. "Four on each side, two pointing at the entrance."
  I grabbed a red spray can from my bag. Awesome! My favorite color! Thank you Jeremy!
  I slammed my body through the doors and ran as fast as i could, while shooting at the cameras i passed. No more bullets. Great! Good thing i had my can out already. I leaped through the air and grabbed hold of the camera and sprayed it, i turned to my right and sprayed the other camera.
  I leaped off and busted through another door. Inside was a clustered dark office. I pushed the lights open. Like i said, it was clustered.
  "Jeremy, talk to me!" I whispered. Who knew? Maybe there was a bug inside. I scanned the room. No cameras.
  "Okay, i am getting a feed on the room you're at now," he said. "I just have to enter some codes."
  I started tapping my foot, impatiently. I looked at the watch on my wrist. Crap! I only had thirty minutes inside the building and now i only have twenty. "Make it fast, Jeremy!"
  "Okay, im hacked in! You are in the office of Dr. Dietrich Fruhauef and---" he bagan.
  "Dr. Dietrich Fru-Who?" I cut in. I hate German names! They are so hard to spell and pronounce.
  "Dietrich Fruhauef," he said gruffly. He hated it when other people cut him off when he's speaking. The last time someone interrupted him was two nights ago. When we were eating, Jeremy was telling a joke. As soon as he reached the punch line Marie cut him off in mid-sentence. He was so mad he hacked all her social accounts and blocked all her friends. They haven't made up yet.
  "Look to your left," he continued. "There's an elevator right there!"
  I looked to my left but all i saw was a shelf full of books.
  "Uh, Jeremy," I said. "Are you sure about that?"
  "Positive! I can see it right now in the screen! Its lodged inside a wall."
  "Uh-oh," I said. "Jeremy, there's only a book case in here!"
  "Major uh-oh!" he cried. It took a few moments to answer me back. "The only thing i know is that the thing to open the book case is somewhere in the book case itself. Its going to take me longer if I'm going to have to find the specific location of it. And no, i do not know what the opener looks like!" he said before i could even ask.
  This was harder than i thought it would be. I walked over to the shelf and started tugging at every single book. I even opened the closets and touched everything in it. Nothing. I stood there, thinking of something. What else have i not checked? I inspected it. It was dusty at the edges, full of books, there was a carpet at the bottom. Wait a minute...
  I crouched down and flashed a light from my cellphone at the bottom of the cabinet. There was a button at the corner. I leaned in and pushed it.
  There was a loud noise. It sounded like a brick falling from a hundred stories. I stood up and backed away. The cabinet separated into half and revealed a elevator with see through doors. There was a hum coming from inside. It opened and a white light burst out. How theatrical, I thought sourly.
  I jumped in. "Hello? Mr. Nerd! I'm in!" I said.
  "Okay, now, there is twelve buttons there. One of them is red. Push that!" Jeremy answered, he was in a hurry.
  I looked at the elevator buttons and saw one red button standing out from the rest. I pushed it.
  The elevator heaved. The light went out. Oh crap!
  "Jeremy!!!"
  "Okay, um, do you have that fingerprint on?"
  "Yeah!"
  "Get ready with it!"
  All of a sudden, a little blue light went off. I looked to my left. A little tablet was lodged in the elevator's side. It said: Identity Please. Whoa. What is this? The eighteenth century of spies? So lame!
  I place my thumb on it. It became fuzzy then it cleared. I took my thumb off. It showed a picture of Mr. Nerd Geek. (See Blog: Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 1)
  Identity Accepted
  "Okay, Jeremy! I'm in!"
  The elevator started to go up. It was going to Jacob Duncan. This is what i have been waiting for!

  Jeremy warned me that there was ten men standing guard seconds before the elevator opened. I didn't care! I was already attached to the ceiling of the elevator. I waited in silence for the elevator doors to open. When it did i saw a couple of men approach it. When they got close enough i got my gun out and shot the two of them.
  The others snapped their heads up and ran to where their dead comrades were. Bad move, I thought and shot the two of them. Four down, six to go.
  The six other guys shot their guns at the elevator. They targeted the top of the elevator so that they could hit me. Just so you know, all elevators are made out of thick metal. You couldn't puncture a really fast and strong bullet through it. Silly guards. You think they know everything.
  As soon as the bullets stopped, i waited for the guards to approach. When they were three feet from the elevator i swung out and heard my feet hit their chests. The three other guards didn't have any more bullets so they swung their fists at me. I dodged one, grabbed his arms, pulled him in, and gave him a knee jerk to the stomach.
  The two other men surrounded me, one at my front, one at the back. The guy at my front took a swing on me but i dodged and he hit the guy at my back. I kicked his back so he fell and landed on the second guy. The guy i gave a knee jerk to, was up again but not so enthusiastic as before. He was angry.
  He cried out and ran over to where i was. I dodged aside and he walked right past me, i kicked him on his back and he landed again. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. I pulled it, twisting it. I heard a crack! This guy, is going to be handicapped forever. I felt a deep pain somewhere in my back. One of the guys from the elevator was up again and has punched me on my tie. I stood up and gave him a roundhouse kick in the face. I heard a crack from his skull. I must have broken his nose. I gave him another kick and hit him square on the forehead. He stumbled back and fell.
  I walked over to him. He was wheezing. I turned him around with my boot. I put my foot on his neck and pushed down hard until i heard a loud crack. Alive and howling a second ago, dead now.
  The other dude from the elevator was up and walking too. He walked a few feet forward and raised his gun. He smiled sweetly. "Goodbye, sugar!"
  The gun made a click! sound.
  I laughed to myself and strode over to him. He was backing away, pulling the trigger but getting no bullets out. I clenched my hand on his neck and held him high at the air. His nails were clawing at my hand. I laughed even more. I saw red everywhere. As soon as his jerking has stopped I threw his body to the wall and he crashed against it.
  I strode over to the others and pulled my trigger on them. I watched as their faces began to relax, as if their enjoying it.
  I heard a voice from the door at the end of the hall.
  "Hello, Ghost!" the voice said. "Welcome! Do join me!"
  Jacob Duncan.
  I strode over to the door and went inside. A warm breeze hit me. Their was a bonfire burning in the side. It was a nice and cozy office. It had a black on mahogany theme. The sofas and chairs were all black, the carpet, the wood, the desks were all mahogany. Style.
  There was a man, sitting in the front desk, smiling up at me. He looked just like he did in the photos. He was lean, and had golden specks of hair on his head, sticking out to form a spiky edge. Although in the dark, it looked like his roots were black. His face was thin, it looked as if he was biting his cheeks from the inside. He was handsome, but, unfortunately, he wasn't my type.
  He leaned back on his seat, put his arms on his head.
  "You must be here to kill me!" he smiled and looked at me coolly.
  I decided to play along. "You guessed right!" I said, wagging my eyebrows at him.
  He laughed and leaned forward.
  "Just by looking at your face, i know that you're a Ghost. Did anyone ever tell you how oddly beautiful you look?" he asked, smiling.
  "A few hundred times," I answered, pursing my lips and smiling at the same time.
  I reached into his mind. Trying to scan it. What was he thinking? His thoughts were loud and clear, but...as soon as i touched it, it became more alert. As if Duncan knew i was in his head, scanning for information.
  I see you're a very skilled mind reader, too.
  I stepped back, shocked. Nobody has ever known i was reading their minds, only The Phoenix knows when im in their mind. (Read Blog: Introduction)
  I felt angry at myself for showing emotion on my face. I stepped forward again, composing my expressions. I must not let him get to me. I knew that this wasn't going to be easy.
  If you're here to kill me. Make it fast. Just make sure you kill me before i kill you!
  I smiled wryly at him. My pleasure! I thought back to him.
  Duncan stood up as i ran towards his desk. I jumped up, landed on his desk and jumped toward him again. He dodged, but even so, i fell lightly to my feet, like a cat. I swung my fists at him, but he just dodged it. On my fifth swing, he caught it and smiled at me. Dang it! He was good!
  I pulled my fist away from him and gave him a roundhouse kick, but he caught my foot and smiled, before he karate chopped my knee.
  I staggered back, clutching at my knee. Ouch!
  Is that all you got, Ghost? I expected them to have sent someone better and...more experienced.
  Okay, now im pissed! I ran to him, pushing my weight unto him. He fell down, landing on his back. I jumped on his stomach and started flinging my fists. He tried to dodge my punches and squirm underneath me, but i locked my legs around him.
  He pulled at my hair, flinging my head back. I let out a shriek. He pulled me up so that he could stand. As soon as he was in standing position he tugged at my hair harder and slapped me hard on the face. He kicked me square on my stomach which sent me flying to the desk behind me.
  My legs crumpled from underneath me. He walked over and flung my head back so that it could hit the desk. Ow! My teeth chattered from the intensity of the blow. He began kicking me, hard, on the legs, and on my stomach. I could feel something wet on the side of my face. Blood.
  No! I can't give up! I wouldn't! The bonfire from the back of the desk was blazing, right in front of my eyes! I reached my hand out, grabbed hold of a few embers, -which was blazing hot, by the way- and threw it at Jacob's stupid face. He cried, staggering back, wiping at his face.
  I leap up to my feet, shakily, and ran to him. I gave him a kick at the stomach and two punched to the face. Surprisingly, i didn't hear a crack from either his ribs or his face. That's a first. I gave him a uppercut punch and it hit his chin, real hard!
  Duncan gave me a counter punch. The blow was so hard i backed away two feet. But i regained myself. I started jabbing at him, i even managed to kick him in his upper thigh.
  Who are you calling inexperienced now, jackass! I sent that thought to him.
  He blocked another jab and gave me a huge blow in my stomach. I felt blood come out of my mouth. He grabbed hold of my shirt and threw me up in the air, he kicked me as i was close to landing. I flew back, hitting a wall, way high. I slid down and moaned. I could hear Duncan making his way to me. I heard him open a drawer and pull something out. I heard a loud click!
  He had a gun.
  Goodbye, Ghost! he thought as he aimed his gun at me.
  I flung my foot out and hit the gun, it went off with a bang but it slithered away from its owner. The bullet hit the wall beside me. One more inch and it could have hit my arm. I leap up on my feet and gave Duncan a surprised roundhouse kick. He flew backward, landing again on his back. I picked up the gun and pointed it at him. I walked a few feet towards him.
  I wiped my bloody nose with my now filthy shirt.
  "No," i told him, answered his thought from a while ago.
  Goodbye Duncan! I said and pressed the trigger on him.

                                                                                                                                              -Natalie 
   
  
 

 
   
 
  
 
 
 

Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 4

  This is the third day. Tomorrow, i would kill him. But today, i am spying outside his house. It's called "Keeping your enemies close and your victims closer". It's around eight minutes past midnight and Duncan hasn't slept yet. Okay, let me fill you in with the details. I arrived around noon. No one in the house except for a Spanish old woman, who was his made and who's name was Gonzalo. Duncan lives in a big massive white house with a red roof, ten balconies, huge garage with nine cars in it, two Mercedes, three Fords, three Porches, and one huge truck. His three children were in school and their mom is on a vacation in Hawaii. The kid's names are: Patricia, 10, Liana, 7, and little Howard, 3.
  Duncan came in at about eight p.m. Ordered some McDonald's which he ate while typing in his touch screen laptop. He hasn't moved for four hours! What's he doing anyway?
  If you're wondering why i can't make my move and kill him now...well...i may have not mentioned the eighty guards around the house. Or the surveillance cameras that was planted around the roof and sprinkled on the garden. And...well...did i mention that his kids were home from school and were sleeping only a room away from where their dad was working.
  I know, i know! I am a Ghost, an assassin. I was born to kill! But...those kids are very young. I know i may look hard as a stone on the outside, but i do have my limits. Plus, Howard looked a lot like my brother, Jeremy. I wasn't going to kill Jacob Duncan yet. Even though i could fight my way through those useless guards and be invincible to the camera easily, i wasn't going to do it. Not with those kids in there.Wondering why? I had a...experience...when i was a child.
  Anyway! I changed gear and headed towards HQ. It's going to be a looong day tomorrow.

  I was on the main road when i noticed something strange. There was a white car that was trailing behind me. I took a right turn and it followed me. I took two left turns, one right, and another left, the car still trailed behind me.
  I headed towards McDonald's which was open 24 hours. I parked on one of the many empty slots in front of the store. The white car hesitated on the road. Being careful, i guess. I got out of my car and walked into the store. It was cold inside. There was only two people serving, and one of them was asleep, the other one had his eyes closed halfway.
  As i was walking towards the counter, i heard guns exploding off bullets and glass breaking. I dropped down on the floor and shielded my head from the glass. I crawled towards the back of the counter. The two counter people were dead. Both were hit on the face. I groaned. There was a throbbing pain on my left leg. I looked down and i saw a bullet lodged inside the flesh. Thank goodness, i didnt listen to Holly when she told me to cut my nails! I held on tight to the bullet and took it out quickly. Ugh! That hurts soo bad!!
  The wound started healing quickly. Hello? Im a freaking Ghost! (See Blog: Introduction)
  I peeked out at the corner of the counter. The car was gone. Who were those people anyway? Does Jacob Duncan know that i'm after him? Or were those Fears?

                               
                                                                                                                                              -Natalie
                                                              

Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 3

  I entered the hallway of our Headquarters calmly. I didn't tell anybody about my encounter with the Fear from last night. (Read Blog: Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 2) Sssh! Don't tell the others. I hope their not reading my blogs. Holly would kill me and dance the Chicken Dance on my grave! Not kidding.
  I turned another corner and went inside the Training Room. I opened the lights and it looked the same as always. There was nothing in the room. It was blank. It was just a wide space with nothing in it. But i knew better. This was a room designed specially for the training of us, Ghosts.
  I took a step forward and, as expected, i immediately dropped to the floor. A strong blast of flame shot above me, right where my head was supposed to be. Just then the ground started heating up, i jumped twenty feet in the air and grabbed on to the fire source. Apparently, it looked like a big, large canon that was connected to a long wire. When i jumped on it, it started acting crazy. It was spinning, trying to throw me backwards. It was like riding a bull, you know? Piece of cake.
  As soon as i got bored, i got my knife from my boot and thrust it at the side of the device, hearing some sounds from inside the engine. It fell to the floor and made me crash down beside it. The floor wasn't burning hot anymore. I stood up, and guess what, a group of maniac robots appeared. This was new, and also...another 1/4 Piece of cake.
  I ran to one of them and smashed my fist right into its freaking robotic face. Ouch. Not him! My fist! Ugh! I ran into another and gave him a square kick on the stomach, as if he had any. It made him go crashing right down. I knocked down two others with a real swift kick. After that two-at-a-time kick, i saw three other robots heading towards me, from three different sides. This was my favorite move. I jumped high in the air at the right moment, and BOOM! They all exploded as they landed and fell on each other. I felt a deep punch at my back which gained a cry out of me. I fell to the floor, landing on my stomach. I turned around to face that stupid, relentless robot and...wait...Instead of a robot I saw Emmanuel's cute, round, french face looking down at me, smiling. That jerk!
  I pushed up with my two hands and kicked him with my two feet and before i landed on top of him, spun him around so he landed face down on the floor. I pinned his two arms with my own.
  "Pick someone your own size," I said, leaning in on his ear so he could hear me.
  "Your not my size," he said in his heavily accented English. "but your just my equal in fighting!"    
  He ripped his arms free from mine and elbowed me in the stomach. He jumped right out of me and kicked me on my face. I went down in a moment. Oof! That hurt! I felt something wet in my face. I touched my nose. It was bleeding.
  Okay, now i was really mad! I jumped up and tried to punch him. He dodged and gave me a counter punch at the face and another punch at my stomach. I went down on my knees. My head hurt. No! I was not going to let Emmanuel win this time. And if your wondering if he ever beat me...well...what do you think?
  I put out my foot and swiped it under his, making him fall over me. Wow, he was heavy. I kicked him off and pushed myself up into a standing position. I gave him two punches and a square kick on the chest which sent him flying. Did i tell you how hard i could kick? I could send a soccer ball flying a hundred miles per hour. Not kidding.
  I ran to give Emmanuel another rib-cracking kick when he grabbed my leg which was making its way to his face. He twisted it only a little a smiled at me. He ducked and hugged me at my stomach and threw me over his shoulder. It was the kind of move you saw in wrestling. I crashed on the floor. Ugh! I think he broke my spinal cord.
  I decided to use my secret weapon.
  "Ugh!" I cried, a tear popping out of my eye. "I think you broke something!"
  One thing Emmanuel can't stand: It's to see a woman crying.
  "Are you okay?" He leaned down next to me, hovering over me.
  I struck my fist out, smashing it hard against his face. I heard a crack! Maybe he broke his nose. I don't care. I stood up, lightning fast, and did a double punch on his stomach and gave another fist to his face. I smashed my foot deep inside the pit of his stomach and watched him fly up to the air. I took two quick steps and rose too. I grabbed him in the air, turned him around, and we both fell hard on the floor, with Emmanuel crashing face first, and me sitting on his back.
  "I am perfectly fine!" I told him. "Never been better! I guess i win!"
  He groaned.
  This was the feeling of victory. The tight little knot inside my stomach knew. I felt happy and light hearted. This is how im going to feel once i kill Jacob Duncan.


                                                                                                                                            -Natalie

Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 2

I sat back in my red Mercedes, sponsored by...you guessed right, the Director. I am typing this entry as i am watching the Duncan Corporations. I took a huge gulp out of my Starbucks coffee and started opening the file the Director gave me. (See Blog: Mission--Possible!) I sifted through the pages of Jacob Duncan. So, he was forty-two years old, lives in Seattle with his wife and three kids.Worked for Johnson & Co. a.k.a. Mystic Peak for five years. (F.Y.I. Johnson & Co. is the assassin business I am currently working in) There were some photos attached in the file, showing Duncan in the deserts in Dubai, meeting up with the Russian diplomat he worked with. He was found 'innocent' in three murder cases. It also said that Duncan killed at least twenty-eight people, all in secret. The murder cases he was found innocent in were with Lily Reeves, John Smith, and Micky Gopher. The Reeves, Smiths, and Gophers were found dead in their houses two months after the trial. After that, no one dared approaching Duncan.
  Huh.
  I finished my coffee and threw the cup out the window. I shifted gear and headed towards a dark alley place near the building. Jeremy needed to plant a few cameras. I got out the car and went inside a deep, dark alley. There was a pipe at a corner. I tucked my sleeves in and started climbing the pipe, leading to the roof. Up there, i could see the sun setting. It was a beautiful scene. If you haven't seen a sunset yet, i highly recommend it. I watched in awe for a few moments, until it finally went dark. I walked to the edge of the roof and planted a small camera at the edge of the roof, which would give a perfect view of the building. It's called surveillance, people.
  As soon as the device was planted, i went back to the pipe again, and slide down. Ow. My hands were burning and the sides of my legs were too. But that's okay. I was created to withstand a car crashing down on me.
  As i headed back towards the car i felt something cold brush against my side. I stopped dead cold. This was a feeling i would never get used to. Coldness started creeping in my veins. I felt cold inside and out. It was like a cancer. It started somewhere in the middle of my stomach, and started spreading...slowly. It was like falling a thousand feet from a bridge and plunging into deep, cold, frosty water.
  I spun around, knowing that a Fear (See Blog: Introduction) was somewhere behind me. No. There was nothing behind me. None. Nothing. Nada. 
  I let out a short sigh of relief. I scanned the back of the alley. Nothing. I turned around and...WHAM! I fell back on my lovingly bottom. You guessed right, there was a freaking Fear in front of me. I pushed my legs up and jumped, landing on my feet. It was the kind of move you saw Jackie Chan doing in the movies.
  I couldn't get used to the sight of a Fear. It was horrifying. But still...this is a 'do or fight' scenario. I kicked the Fear on his chest and he landed, square on his back. I ran to him and sat on top of his stomach and started punching him. Advice: Punching someone on the face hurts. Real bad. It feels like punching steel metal. Ouch. I know. I'm the one feeling it. But always remember: A Ghost was created to outlast almost everything and was made to heal quickly.
  "You...leave...me..a...lone!" I screeched, between punches. The Fear tried to push me off his stomach, he was wheezing and couldn't breath. I locked my legs tight around his back. Suddenly the Fear yanked my hair back and squirmed his legs out of me and gave me a really good kick on my stomach. I landed on the wall behind me. My back hurt really bad, and i think i hit my head. The Fear stood up and strode towards me. He pulled the hood of his cloak back. He was coming into full view, making his normal looking transparent self into his colored normal human version.
  The Fear was handsome. All of them are. He had white skin, as white as chalk, his hair was dark as it could ever be and his lips were red like the rose. He was a boy version of Snow White. And his eyes, hit cold, dark, handsome eyes, were...going closer to me. No! I must not look at his eyes! But his eyes were beautiful! No! I will feel pain! Just a peek, maybe! No! Don't look Natalie! Natalie, dont look...dont...you guessed right...I looked.
  As soon as i locked my gaze on his, his eyes changed. It turned red, then his face dissapeared. Everything else was dissapearing, changing into black. The only thing i could see instead of the blackness, was the red orb in front of me.   
  I stood up. The blackness below me felt solid. I walked towards the orb, not thinking, mesmerized by it. Just as i touched it, a brightness came out, forming into Holly.
  "Holly?" I asked, stalking nearer to her. She cocked her head to an angle and her face changed. It was Chase standing before me. My favorite, hair-brained brother. He smiled awkwardly, and took a step closer to me, reaching out his hand. I took it. I would always take his hand. He was my brother, and i loved him. I loved him and Jeremy. Nothing else was important to me but my family. They were all i had left. I would protect them at all costs.
  As I took a step closer to Chase, i noticed his clothes. He was wearing a white, ragged cloak. He was becoming transparent with every second. I looked at the hand I was holding. It looked like...his...bones...were...bursting...out of his...skin. I looked up and saw my brother looking down on me. He turned into a Fear.
  "NO!" I shrieked and woke up from that nightmare. I slapped the Fear with the back of my hand, helping me break free from his gaze. I looked down at my hands. There were black wounds there. The Fear must have been feeding on me while i was in that nightmare.
  I punched the Fear with all my strength and he staggered two feet back. I gave him a blasted kick on his chest and sent him flying. I jumped up and gave him another kick. He crashed on the wall just like i did, but he landed with a great BOOM!. I walked towards him. His head hung limp from the crash. I felt his neck. No pulse. I broke his spinal cord. Excellent.
  I watched the Fear as he started fading. See, when a Fear dies, his body starts to fade, turning into dust. Its like your watching someone incriminating from the inside out. That happens to us, Ghosts, too. When we die, we turn into dust. Simple as that.
  I walked away from the Fear as the last of the dust was blown away with the wind.

                                                                                                                                            -Natalie

   

Killing Jacob Duncan: Part 1

I was waiting inside the van while Jeremy walked up to the building with a pizza in his hand. He was disguised as a pizza guy too. He walked up to the building with his faggy beard on. And if your wondering who dress him, well, your right. That would be me! He was dressed in a blue jumpsuit wearing a blue cap and also wearing a reddish-orange beard. I know. I love this job!!!
  I pressed a button on the laptop that made me see through the small, tiny camera that was pinched on his blue collar. Jeremy opened the door and made his way to the customer's service.
  "Delivery," he said, making a gesture to the pizza in his hands. The woman at the desk looked up and nodded. She made a thumbs up to the security by the elevator designed only for personnel. Jeremy pressed the button leading to the eight floor. In a few moments, the elevator opened with a bling!
  He made his way through the place and made his delivery to a group of pizza-sucking-freaks who looked like real computer nerds. Wow, i bet Jeremy was wondering if he was related to any of them. But, i did know these people were one of the company's most important personnel. That stinky guy over there, yeah, the guy with the glasses was the company's best hackers. And that fat dude over there. I was going to need it sooner or later.
  One of the nerd geeks signed with a pen. This was going to be fun.

Okay, so it's already twelve hours since i typed my other entry. (See above). Anyway right now, i was scanning the video for more information. I deleted the end part of the video when Jeremy asked the Information Girl for her number. I backtracked the video and scanned for important details. Inside the elevator, i noticed a small covered panel on the wall of buttons. It had a lock in it, the ones we see in doorknobs. MEANING: I needed a key to open the panel. Okaaay, so another MEANING: It was a really important panel. If your wondering what's inside it: There's a button in it. It can lead to goodness-knows-what floors. I also noticed the camera inside the elevator. An important lesson when your a spy: Keep track of the surveillance around you.
  I fast forwarded the video and paused when Jeremy was entering the hall leading to the office of the Geeky Nerds. Six cameras, three on each side. One guarding the entrance of the elevator. The other guarding the entrance of the girl's and boy's bathroom. Gross!
 The other cameras were guarding the four other entrances to different offices. Okay, so that would mean, this building was covered and sprinkled with a lot of cameras. Great, just great. Just looking at this little piece of information means a lot. More SPY ADVICE: Consider every worst case scenarios you can imagine. It would make you less surprised of what will happen later on.
  So since all the entrances were guarded by cameras in this floor, what about all the other entrances? I mean, the bathrooms had a freaking camera guarding it. Why not the other entrances around the company. So, lets consider every single entrances a death ray of cameras. Okaaay....i've gone through worst.
  I fast forwarded it to the part when the dude was signing the paper Jeremy handed him. Wait a minute! These guys had PRIVATE PERSONNEL ID's snapped on their collars and breast pockets. The Information Girl also had that. Okay, that meant that i was gonna need it. I zoomed in on the guy's collar and made the picture a few times more clearer. I snapped the video shot. I opened a program and edited the picture. I deleted the Nerdy Geek's face from the small ID photo holder, and replaced it with my own, breathtaking picture and hit 'Print'.
  I grabbed the plastic that held the pen that the Nerd Geek used. I held it up to the light in the room. It definitely held his fingerprint. I cannot say what i put on it, F.Y.I, its classified information. Anyway, i put this type of liquid on the pen, using a Q-Tip, and whoever touched that sticky goo, will have his fingerprint on it.   
  I put the plastic inside a freezer to freeze the fingerprint inside the liquid. After an hour, you can take the frozen liquid out. It's going to look transparent...something similar to a scotch tape. Don't worry its nothing close to sticky, so you can touch the fingerprint without worrying about your own fingerprints sticking to it.
  After that i pressed the fingerprint to a pad on my super-enhanced-only-for-awesome-spies laptop. The fingertip appeared on the screen. I hit "Imprint" and placed my thumb on another pad. After a few seconds, i lifted my thumb and, well, you guessed right, my fingerprint changed and formed into the Nerd Geek's own.
  If your worrying about my hand or something, well, then...dont! I can always Imprint my fingerprint back to its original form. Cool stuff huh?

                                                                                                                               -Natalie

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       Phoenix.





  
  

MISSION---POSSIBLE!

  While i was researching on some really cool historical sights in Washington -okay, i admit it, its not really cool...it's...a bit....boring- someone knocked on my hotel room. Jeremy was still sleeping, sprawled on the bed beside mine. He was...snoring.
  I grabbed my gun from underneath my pillow and walked towards the door. What? Being a Ghost isnt easy, you know! There are a lot of people who try to kill me and my kind. Im just making safety measures.
  I count to three and opened the door, my Suppressor was waiting on my other side, the one that hid behind the door. Instead of seeing a freak with a i-want-to-kill-you-and-take-out-your-organs-and-eat-them expression i saw a smiling nineteen year old boy holding up a package. Hotel attendant. Great.
  "What?" I asked, trying no to sound too annoyed.
  "Umm..." he mumbled. Oh, did i forget to mention? Ghosts are really pretty to look at.
  "Yeah?" I managed to quirk up a smile and gestured to the package he was holding. "Is that for me?"
  "Oh," he said, looking at the package like he totally forgot it was there. "Um, yeah! I just need you to sign this."
  He held out a piece of paper and a pen, which i signed. I gave him another smile as he handed over the package.
  "I--uhh..." he started saying. It was like he was gonna ask me my number. If you knew me, you'd roll your eyes and say "Yeah, right, when did she ever give out her phone number?"
  I smiled again and shut the door before he could even finish his sentence. Stupid humans. Why do they have to be so dumb? I mean, nothing personal, dude! Don't freak!
  I locked the door and sat down on my king-sized bed. Awesome life for a assassin slash Ghost slash teenage slash sloppy, lazy, and miserable person right? I ripped open the package which showed a cellphone box. I opened it saw a brand new i-phone inside.  Did i just hit the freaking jackpot or what?
  There was a yellow Post-it paper attached to it. It read: Dial 1.
  So i did.
  It took five rings for someone to answer the other line.
  "Hello?"
  "May i speak to the Director, please?"
  "Who's this?" the Director's blonde, skinny, im-gorgeous-and-i-know-it, secretary said. As if she didn't know me. Well, she pretended not to. Long history. I'll tell the story next time, okay?
  "Twelve, niner-point-zero speaking," I said using my 'code name'. "Connect me with the Director, now."
  There was a short pause. That usually happens when people hear that steel in my voice.
  "Will do!" she said, after a freaking long moment! Goodness, whats happening to these people now a days?
  She put me on hold. Jessie J.'s "Domino" was blaring in my ear. I tapped my hand to the beat. Yeah, that's me! A real music-trooper.
  It took twenty more beat taps till the Director picked up in his really creepy, deep voice. I never ever saw him in real life. Is he like...really ugly? I mean, i dont mind ugly people. I live with Dean and Emmanuel. I know what ugly means. Just kidding. -Im literally hoping they aren't reading my blog right now.-
  "Natalie," the Director said in a low, smooth, calm voice. He had a James Bond feel on his tone. But i was betting a hundred, no lets make that, a hundred thousand dollars that he was no way near to James Bond. 
  "Sir," I responded in a bored voice.
  "There's a file inside the box that came with the cellphone," he said, getting into details. That's one thing nice about him. He doesn't hover on the small, boring parts. He gets straight into the details. How nice of him.
  I leaned down a grabbed a dark file at the bottom of the box, and opened it. It showed pictures of a Caucasian man staring straight at her. He must have been in his early thirties. He was lean, tall, and had a really bad shave. He looked like a bad-ass assassin.
  "The target's name is Jacob Duncan. He worked for Mystic Peak a few years back." the Director said in my ear.
  WHAT?!? He worked for Mystic Peak a few years back? F.Y.I. the Director owns the Mystic Peak. It was the assassin association i was working for. If Jacob- freaking Duncan worked for Mystic Peak then he would be a really big problem. Great, everything i needed to start my day.
  "He works with a Russian diplomat, and has undertaken a violent crime of killing sprees and also involves in numerous numbers of robberies. He lives in a strictly private and highly surveillant  district in Washington. If you may turn to the next page you can get filled in where he lives."
  I turned the next page and--whoa! I was expecting to see a mansion with a lot of guards and a huge menacing garden out in front of it with a fountain in the middle but instead i saw a...skyscraper. No, really! A freaking skyscraper. This guy lives in a freaking building? A building that read "Duncan Corporations". What? Was he poor enough to live in his own business? What a sham. And i thought he was a big shot assassin that owned a ton of mansions and a million cars. Instead---tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. This was gonna be a piece of cake.
  "Im sorry, Agent Twelve Niner-Point-Zero, but i cannot give you any more information. All the information we have on Duncan is right in that file. I do not have any more information on the insights inside the building. Apparently, a spy of ours turned traitor at the last moment. So now, i have two missions for you. Kill Jacob Duncan and if you see Miles Rigger...kill him too."
  Miles Rigger? No way! He could have never turned traitor. Miles is an...old friend of The Phoenix. He was a really nice man. I can't believe he turned traitor on Mystic Peak. But...what choice do i have? I kill who I'm supposed to kill.
  Killing is my life, my destiny, my future. The only thing i depend on is slashing some throats and breaking some spines! You cant believe how much i love punching someone in the face, or smashing his chest and hearing that joyful sound of crack! which practically means that I've broken a rib or a bone. How much i love seeing blood drop from a victim's face, how much i love to see that vacant look on their faces, the cold realization that this was the end. I would be the last person who saw them alive.The last thing they saw was me. Smiling at them, wishing they'd burn in hell with all the others I have killed. This is how a Ghost feels when they kill. I am very ashamed to admit that, but...i can't help it. I was born to kill. I was born to bring these bad guys to hell. Born to make them suffer the consequences. I was their worst nightmare come alive to snatch the lives out of them. I hated them, and im sure they hated me too. But i didn't care. They'd still go to hell, whether they liked me or not. -Place a desired swear word here- them!
  "Im on it!" I said and snapped the phone shut. I scanned the pages of the file again, staring back at Jacob Duncan's hating eyes. A quirked up a smile. I was looking at my 2,968th victim. I was bringing this guy to hell.



 
 

FREAKING Skull of the Phoenix

The Director sent Jeremy and I to Washington this morning. We were brought on to a private jet...which was totally awesome! Instead of looking like a regular airport "lined-up seats" we had an actual living room inside the jet. How awesome is that? There was a flat screen, some really huge and comfy sofas, a coffee table, magazines, a tennis table. How freaking awesome is that?
  Of course, there is always a catch. What is it? Well...i dont know yet. The Director hasn't called us yet to assign us of our mission. But i just cant help wondering, are we gonna steal something from a really powerful person, or are we gonna kill some really powerful dude. I dont know. What i do know is that this would be a really tricky mission.
  The Director usually sends only one Ghost out to kill or steal or...whatever messy job he assigns us to do and usually pays us big for it. NOTE: He only sends one Ghost. Flashback: He sent Jeremy and me. Goodness! And guess how much he's willing to pay us? 100,000 freaking u.s. dollars. How awesome and cool is that? This is the largest sum of money ever payed to me. I mean, usually people just pay me like...lets say....5,000 to 20,000 just to do some butt-kicking. Yeah, thats what i do. I kick asses. Not really kick...i kill sometimes too. Hey! Dont look at me that way. Its my job. It sucks, actually. Since im a Ghost and i can read minds, well...it sucks, really. As soon as you get to the killing part, you can read your victims thoughts about you. Its usually the same thing: This is the end; Im going to die; After all that i've done in this world this is how it all ends; I hope my enemies would burn in hell with me; Who's gonna take care of my family?; Goodbye world! I'm going to miss wanting to blow you up!; Oh bye, bye Miss American Pie! Drove my chevy to the levy...; You get it. Those kind of thoughts.
  But dude, i actually get money for killing these people. Usually their all bad guys, so hey, im saving a couple of hundred lives here. You should be thanking me! Oh and did i mention the big bucks they pay me for killing those son-of-a-bastards? Hah! I get to kill bad guys and get to buy myself some reallllyyy awesome things! Like what? Well...like...MP3's, books, music, magazines, gadgets, a dog...scratch that last one out. Holly doesnt want us having dogs in our super-top-secret-Ghost-Headquarters. Although i love you guys very much, i really can't tell you where our house is. 'Cause you see, there might be a 50 percentage that you are actually a Fear. Dont know what a Fear is? Look it up at my first blog: Introduction! Gosh, dont people know where to start reading?

  Okay, listen up! A minute ago, while i was typing, the Skull of the Phoenix started aching, really, really bad. (Read Blog #3: Finding an Awesome Name) Has in really aching. No actually not aching. There is no words to describe this unbelievable pain. As i was typing, i felt this kind of heat at the back of my neck, so i stood up and raced to the bathroom. But it was locked.
  "Hey!" Jeremy said from inside the bathroom. Did i mention that i was sharing a hotel room with him? Goodness, that brother of mine! "Didn't anyone teach you to respect the privacy of other people?"
  "Ugh!" I said, the pain on the back of my neck started to increase. "What are you doing inside there anyway? Washing your butt?"
  All of a sudden, Jeremy yanked the door open. I noticed that he was really angry...and in...pain...? I could see that his neck was red. Goodness, did he feel it too?
  "What happened to your neck, Natalie?" he asked me. What? Was my neck red too? Well, it must be burning from the inside.
  Then, i felt a pain so excruciating that i crumpled down to the floor, Jeremy felt it too. He went down beside me. We were lying on the floor, screaming and writhing in pain for what seemed like 2 hours, which turned out to be only 20 seconds.

  I just got a call as i was updating this blog. It was from Holly. The same things happened to the rest of the Phoenix. They also started writing in pain a few moments ago, and called just to check up. Holly also phoned Becca, Chase, and Marie, who were also on different missions. The same things happened to them. What the hell is going on?

  This blog is coming from your truly, Natalie Newton John. And no, to all my friendly readers who emailed me and asked if there should put a dash between Newton and John. Newton is my middle name which makes me: Natalie Kristy N. John. Kapeesh?
  Anyway, this blog is coming to you straight from Washington wishing that this freaking-worth-a-hundred-thousand-dollar-mission would be finished right before Christmas happens. I'd also like to thank all my faithful readers, even though i just started blogging last week, you guys jumped right in. If you have any questions, please do NOT comment. Please send your questions or messages DIRECTLY to me and i shall answer some ON my blog or just send a Direct Message to you. Email: aerdna19@gmail.com

Thanks people!!!

                                                                                                                                     -Natalie

Finding an Awesome Name

"Where's Holly?" asked Becca as she came into the over-crowded living room.
  I shrugged.
  "She went to the market...i guess," Dean said, eyes glued on his new i-pad.
  "Ugh," Becca said, sitting next to Jessie who was watching some stupid basketball game. "The Director just gave me a new mission."
  I sat up from the couch and put the book i was reading down. Yes, even though i am a Ghost i can and know how to read. Stop freaking out about it.
  "What did the Director say?" Jessie asked, also seeming a bit interested. Note: A bit.
  "Well, long story short, i have to assassinate another human being." Becca said, uninterestedly.
  Yeah. Whatever.
  "And...which human being is that, pray tell?" Dean asked, fluttering his eyelashes and pouted his mouth out. There wasn't anything funnier than teasing Becca at 9 am in the morning. She's sooo adorkable when she gets mad. Especially when her hair is all fluffed like that.
 Usually, we dont get to see the Director. He just delivers us a package containing a cellphone and a paper screaming "DIAL THIS NUMBER!!!". Which was pretty awesome 'cause you got to keep the cellphones afterward. Dean was lucky enough to be sent a i-pad.    
  "Shut up, Dean!" Becca snapped. Her eyes gave out a warning that said If you dont watch your tongue, I'll cut it out for you. Like i said, people, she was so...a-dork-a-ble!
  "Who you gonna kill this time, Becky?" I asked, suppressing a grin.
  Becca winced. Either she didn't like me to use the K word or she just didnt like me to call her Becky. Which kind of suited her cuteness.
  "Don't you guys just hate it when the Director calls you "Little Ghosts" or "Fair little ones" like we're babies or something?" Becca said, in her annoying im-serious-all-the-time ways. But I kind of agree with her there. The Director did sometimes call us that, and other humiliating nicknames, which made us feel...well...humiliated.
  "Why don't we just invent a nickname for ourselves?" Dean said, putting down his -sigh- i-pad. "I mean, we've been working for Mystic Peak for like, two years now, and we've been together for like...ten years, why dont we just make ourselves a really awesome name! Like...the Ten Dragon Fighters!!!"
  I was almost convinced with Dean's idea until the last sentence.
  I frowned at him and gave him a raised eyebrow.
  "The Ten Dragon Fighters?" I asked.
  "Well...i was kind of born in the Year of the Dragon...does that help?" Dean smiled.
  Why....why, oh why does he always have to be soo.........!!!
  "How about Black Spirits?" Jessie suggested,
  "We're Ghosts, not Spirits, dumb ass!" Becca scowled.
  "How about...The Skull?" I asked, considering the back of Dean's head which was tattooed with a skull, a birthmark that all of us have.
  "The Phoenix?" Becca mumbled.
  "I love that!" I exclaimed. Sometimes Becca being a nerd had some good effects after all.
  "Phoenix Splice?" Jessie asked.
  "Splice...hmm..." I thought. "How bout....The Phoenix Spies?"
  "Ooh!!!" Becca said, starting to get excited, which rarely happens...in the morning.
  "We could be called Phoenix Spies individually and The Phoenix as a group!" Jessie smiled. Jessie was known so well of his small smile, which never reached his eyes. If there was anyone who could look evil and hot at the same time, Jessie would be that guy. And no, Jessie doesn't turn me on. Seriously!
  "How about like, if someone sees our tattoo they would say like...'Hey look! Isnt that the Skull of the Phoenix?'" I went on.
  "I love this! It's so...cool and professional like!" Becca clapped her hands.
  "You know what, guys?" Dean asked us.
  "What?" we all asked at the same time.
  "I've got a cooler name. The coolest!"
  "Let's hear it!" Jessie smiled.
  Dean stood up and walked to the front of the living room, so that all of us could get a good view of him. He turned around dramatically and said "The Banshees!".
  He's so lucky he wasnt in either kicking nor punching range!

So anyway, that was yesterday morning. We talked to the other gang members and they were totally up for it. We were now officially called "The Phoenix" which we also told our Director. Goodbye to silly old "Little darling" nicknames and Hello to really cool awesome "Phoenix" nicknames!
  It is now 7 am here in Nebraska, and it seems to me like i am the only one up. The others are sleeping. All of us slept until noon, of course we were Ghosts. (read Blog #1: Introduction for more info and Blog #2: My Family for more info on the gang.) Since I was having nightmares again, i didnt want to sleep last night, but, goodness, i didnt want to take chances and get eyebags. Goodnight,  i mean, Good morning America! Time for me to hit the sack!
 
                                                                                                                                               -Natalie
 

My "Family"

  So, like i said there are only 22 of us left and my brothers and I have tracked down 10 more of us Ghosts.Dr. Holly Granger is a total mad-on-scientist who decided to track down "people" like me. She was the first of a small amount of humans who discovered that Ghosts walk among them. She tracked my brothers -Chase and Jeremy- and I. Chase was 12 then, i was 10 while Jeremy was 8. At first, my brothers and i were freaked out 'cause we didn't know who Holly was at that time. We thought that we were the last Ghosts on Earth, which turned out not.
  Holly brought us to a top secret location which turned out to be a really huge mansion. That was where we met our fellow Ghosts who are now my really close best friends; Heather, Marie, and Jessie. In the years that passed we found more recruits; Becca, Kelly, Dean, and Emmanuel. They are my family. They are the only people i know, the only friends i have, the closest thing to family, the only people i can trust.
 
This is a Need-To-Know basis for all of you. I am now going to list down some important facts about my so called "family. I shall explain their histories later on.
  LIST:
          1. Dr. Holly Granger - 48 years old, not so dumb blonde, nearest thing we have to a mother, raced us, fed us and taught us mostly everything we know, hates it when people pick noses in public, fights, speaks slang or any swear words. CAUTION: Do not ever say the words 'crazy', 'coo-coo', 'freak', 'mad scientist' or 'Holy -any type of swear word-'
         
          2. Heather 'Heat' Jane Martins - 18 years old, blonde, wild, flirty, party-goer, guy-crazy, stubborn, lazy; swears a lot, hates men who cant spell 'Butterfly', Is insane with BUTTERFLIES, has super awesome fighting skills. CAUTION: Can punch really hard. Do not be in the suspect's line of sight when angry.

          3. Maria Liane Robertson- 18 1/2 years old, brunette, sexy, outgoing, lesbian, guy-hater, really awesome dancer; hates men...ALL men....
     
          4. Jessie St. Martins - 18 1/10 years old, handsome, talented, sings really well, dances...well...really well, reasonable speaker, always wins in arguments; hates men who hates him, knows how to get into a brawl, reallllllyyy annoying.

         5. Caine Nicolas Philippe Carolus d'Amato y Sylvestre a.k.a. Chase - 19 years old, my biological brother...unfortunately, really handsome, charming, romantic, sporty, know every single sport that was ever invented, trouble-maker, trouble-finder, trouble-lover...anything that includes trouble!!!

        6. Matthieu Jeremy Marcelo Stephane d'Amatio y Sylvestre a.k.a. Jeremy- 15 years old, brunette, also my biological brother, great at hacking computers, computer freak, loving caring brother, awesome with the ladies, Einstein smart, suppperrr awesome!

        7. Rebecca Marice L. Sanders a.k.a. Becca - 17 years old, boring, always serious, super smart, nerd, geeky-geek, awesome and caring friend. BOY-HATER!!! watch out boys!!! yow!!!

        8. Kelly Smith - 20 years old, ugly, stupid, dumb, most evil creature on earth!!! -yes, you figured right...i hate her!!!! I could almost rip her freaking nose apart from her freaking face!-

        9. Dean Jason Lopez - 18 years old, latin, great Casanova, action-movie lover, ladies guy, dumb, doesn't know what 1 + 1 is, smart enough to become a strategist, most annoying friend anyone can ever wish for, great at playing trick on people.

       10. Emmanuel Xavier Vincent Moreau- french guy, heavily accented english, every girl's knight in shining french armour, racist, addicted to romance novels, quite a charmer, always has a girl on his shoulder, romantic, charming, perfect smile, curly black hair...NO! I am not inlove with him...(denial!)     


  Since we are all Ghosts -except for Holly, who is always smothering and doing her best to make our lives even more miserable- all of us have special gifts. (See Blog #1: Introduction for more info on what gifts are) Heather has the gift of controlling things with her mind. She can make things move, float, or pretty much whatever she wants it to do. Marie, Kelly, and Becca do not have any special gifts. It is very rare for a female Ghost to have any gifts. Jessie can dissapear into thin air, he can become invincible. Dean has a...weird and awesome kind of gift. He can make drawn things come to life. He has some tattoos on his body that he can make come out of his skin and...you know...come alive. Sometimes he draws things in the air with a pen and give life to it. Emmanuel can....turn into anything he wants to turn into. Jeremy can control electronic things, anything that operated on electricity. Chase can control the elements fire and earth, which is soo awesome...And as for me, well....it isnt really a nice gift. My talent is to make other people feel the most excruciating pain by just looking them in the eyes. Believe me, if you can read minds and make other people feel pain, well...it isnt really a nice combination..since you can feel your victims pain.

My group and i are, as i am typing, located somewhere in Nevada. I cant really tell you, i wouldn't take chances that a Fear might read my blog. Anyways, i hope you guys all get through the week and not get killed...sorry, if you had my life you'd say the same things...

                                                                                                                                        -Natalie
  

Introduction

You might be wondering what a Ghost Mutant is...now, im going to tell you...

  My name is Natalie Newton John, recently known as Kassandra Gabriella d'Amato y Sylvestre. I am a Ghost. Not the Ghost has in the evil spirits wondering around houses and screaming "BOO!". No, i am far worse than that.
  A Ghost is a newly created specie that is now active on Earth. Some of us were created, others were...born this way. A Ghost is inhumanly beautiful. The most beautiful creatures you can find on Earth. You can identify us just by looking at our eyes and at the back of our...heads. A Ghost's eyes are...different, in a way. We have glassy, beady eyes that assumes the color orange. At the back of our heads is an engraved tattoo, that looks like a skull. Kind of freaky, huh?
  Now here comes the awesome part. Each and every one of us Ghosts comes with a special skill. All of us can read minds, we can sometimes control minds even, depending on how weak our victim is. Here's the real catch: we all have another skill. It's an individual kind of thing.
  Our 'individual skills' are...well...individual. We call these skills gifts. All Ghosts have a different kind of gift. We each have a special, unique talent of our own. Some of us can dissapear into thin air, some can control an element; water, fire, earth, and air. Depends on the Ghost really. 


 Ghosts have one enemy. Their called 'The Fears'. They are banshee-looking. Actually, they look closer to a ghost than I do. They are...transparent, and are dressed in white cloaks. They are so thin that you may think that their bones might be bursting out of their skin at any time. Gross, i know. They all look like...flesh-less, transparent, see-through-me white ladies. But there is a reason that they are called Fears. Once they grab hold of you, and force you to look at their eyes, well...they'll know your worst nightmares and fears and they will use that against you. I promise you that.


Once upon a time, there were millions of Ghosts, all around the globe. Unfortunately, the Fears killed thousands of us. They tracked us down, hunted on us, preyed on us, and slit our throats. So now...there are only 22 of us left. I am one of them. My two brothers and I have tracked down seven more of us. And we are looking for the other twelve Ghosts, while doing our best to not get caught by Ghosts. This is my story. This is my life. Welcome! You have now entered my nightmare.