I was at one of the best beaches in Florida: Miami Beach. The sun was high up in the sky, and the heavens were painted blues. If you guys are wondering if a Ghost can burn, then the answer is no. (Read Blog: Introduction) We are not vampires. We do not melt under the sun, nor do we shine like disco balls either, in case your a Twilight fan. Our only weakness if a bag of Cheetos. That's how awesome us Ghosts can be!
I trudged along against the white sand. I wasn't here to have fun. I was here to kick some lousy butt. Which lousy butt? Do you guys remember Miles Rigger? (Please Read Blog: Mission--Possible! for more info on the guy and why I am going to kill him.)
I heard from a source that Miles was going to be here. And that source would be Twitter. So much for being a fancy know-it-all assassin. But it's called the smarts!
There were a million people here! I did a quick scan on my surroundings, checking if any Fears were here. Fortunately, i didn't see any Fears stationed here. But i wasn't quite sure. What if they have taken on their human forms?
I sighed.
I can handle myself. There is no need to be afraid. I walked out of the shade i was standing at and into the burning sunlight and stood there under the heat for a moment. The heat took away the coldness in me. Did i mention that i was sick? Not sick, as in really sick, but I've got this illness. I am an anorexic and i get easily cold. That's why I'm not fan of Fears, they make the coldness become even colder.
I stretched up to my toes and smelled the clean fresh air. I closed everything down. I shut my mind and blocked away all my thoughts. I opened my ears up, listening to the sound of my surroundings. I gave every ounce of my concentration to my hearing skills. I opened my brain up, letting every thought sink in. Did i mention that i can actually read minds?
I skimmed my way through the thoughts in the beach. Listening to at least fifty people per second. This is how i was going to find my way to Miles.
These hotdogs taste great.
Gosh, it's so hot here.
What was i thinking? See how he flirts with her?
That chick is even hotter than my girlfriend!
I think that dude was the one who stole my wallet!
That guy's belly looks like Mt. Everest.
I blocked away the people who were thinking nonsense and skipped them. I gave myself a mental note on the people i passed, making sure i don't read their thoughts again. It would just take me more time to find Miles.
This bra is so tight.
Oh look! A fish!
Hey, where did Sammy go?
Martha looks ugly today.
I wish i could have gone with Sally instead of Margaret. She's hotter!
I skimmed through the people's thoughts, going as fast as i could, and trying to recognize them at the same time.
Jamie might drown if he goes too far.
I stopped and concentrated on that one particular thought. I recognized the tone of that voice. Was it really...? I opened my eyes and turned to the direction of where that thought was coming from. I looked over the left and opened my raptor vision. I zoomed in and focused at the man standing two miles away, leaning toward the shore, a worried expression on his face.
Miles Rigger. He was here. Standing just a few paces from me. I took in his features, memorizing them. His black hair, tousled with the wind, his frowning face, his fair skin, his hands cupped around his mouth, trying to shout something over the wildness of the ocean.
This was the last thing he'd ever do. The last vacation he would ever go to. I smiled to myself. I opened my ears up and focused on what Miles was shouting.
"Jamie!" he screamed. "Don't go over there! You know that water is too deep for you! Jamie! Don't! Jamie! Jamie! JAMIE!!!"
Before i even knew it i was running as fast as i could. Leaving a million footprints on the white sand. I can run as fast as the fastest cheetah. I dodged at some vendors and people obstructing my path, but usually they were the ones who dodged out of my way. As soon as i was at the water's edge i placed my feet together, steeled myself, and made a clean dive into the water. I swam like a shark.
I opened my mind up, listening to the thoughts of little Jamie. He was in the middle of the water, even deeper than i expected him to be in. I swam right after him, not even bothering to catch my breath. Ghosts can actually stay underwater for a long period of time, maximum was about twenty minutes. I got to Jamie faster than a normal person could. Twenty seconds, record time!
I tugged at Jamie's shoulders, hugging him with my left arm, and pulling him to the surface. As soon as we were up, Jamie made no response to the air, he was unconscious. I swam to the shore using only my right hand and my feet. I could see Miles' worried and surprised face as i pulled up. I bet he didn't expect me to be there. Why would he?
He ran forward, Kayla was there too. Kayla was Jamie's mother and Miles' ex-wife. I laid Jamie on the sand, while Miles and Kayla knelt down beside me. People were crowding around us now.
"I know CPR!" a man announced and went forward.
I pushed the man back and went back to Jamie. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed down five centimeters deep and began pounding. After three thumps, i opened his mouth, inhaled, and pushed some air into Jamie. I did the process two more times till Jamie finally responded. He coughed out water and his face went really pale.
Kayla stooped down and hugged him. Miles let out a sigh of relief, he looked at me and smiled thankfully. I smiled back. Assassin Rule: Keep your friends close, and your victims closer.
The bodyguards arrived. They were late. They started pushing the crowd and hovered over Jamie. They were looking at me as if i was an angel from heaven. Did i mention that Ghosts are beautiful?
Kayla led me to the living room of their beach house. It was pretty big. There was mirrors where there should have been walls, aquariums instead of pictures, and grills instead of stoves. I'm going to suggest to Holly to actually let us live in a beach house.
As soon as I sat down, Kayla sat beside me and took my hand in hers.
"Natalie," she told me, her eyes getting all teary. "Thank you." She was choking back tears now. I have known Kayla for two years now. She is the reason I met Miles. Although i am not very close to her, we still talk every once and a while. She was very close to Becca and Blaine though.
I patted her hand. "Your welcome."
I heard Miles' soft footsteps enter the room. He knocked at the door to let us know he was there. He gestured to Kayla that he wanted to speak alone with me. Kayla got up and smiled ay me again. I smiled back. I never liked her, she was too boring and plain for me. I don't like boring and plain, but i had no choice. She was Miles' wife.
I hesitated for a moment but then I had to look up. Miles was smiling at me. I smiled up at him too.
Until I realized he was holding a knife in his hand.
I jumped off the couch, instinctively and cowered at him. He had a tight smile on, like those that you usually see on a villain's face in movies. I held his gaze. I knew the effort he made into his looking into my eyes. I could feel my eyes burning right into his. It was a talent Ghosts had. We could make someone feel like we could see straight into their souls. Like we knew every single mistake, lie, and crime.
I cocked my head to the side. "Wow, Miles. I'm impressed. Do you really think you can beat me?"
That was when I saw a bead of sweat trail down the side of his face. I had him.
I laughed and relaxed out of my tensed position and walked towards him.
He backed away as I came near him, holding the knife out. It was ham slicer. What? Was he planning on cutting me with this? Wow. You couldn't worry a Ghost with that kind of weapon. What a pity. I thought Miles was smart, since he did graduate from Stanford. A tip for all those people out there who's trying to kill me: A 10 inch blade can definitely not leave a scratch on our body. Not that we are made of stone or anything like that. It's just too dumb to do it. Hey, if you're smart, you'd know not to mess with Ghosts let alone show up and hold a knife in front of their faces.
I walked to him calmly and smoothly. He got a bit agitated and backed away. When he realized that I was cornering me he took a swipe at me with the knife. It made the loud swish sounds as the metal went through the air. Miles saw my dodge coming and as soon as I did dodge the knife, he came swiping at the place I dodged at. If we were talking basketball I would use the term rebound on what he just did.
I was wearing strapless so it was easy for both of us to see the slice that was lodged in there. Blood was coming out so I supposed the wound was in pretty deep. I looked back and smiles as I watched Miles' face as he saw the miracle happen. The skin started connecting itself and healing itself, turning into a faint shade of pink, then dissapearing into my white skin. No trace of it happening except the blood that was still left there. Awesome right?
Miles knew we could heal ourselves. He just never saw us do it. I took delight at the expression he showed. It lightened my mood a bit, which made me pity him. I would do him a favor and make this fast. So fast that he wouldn't feel it.
I stepped closer and back slapped the knife from his hand. He looked at me with shock, his mouth open. I took another step and grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him up -Yeah, Ghosts are like...super strong too- and threw him in the air. He crashed on the small cabinet at the back of the room, wood burst through the room. The fall must have had a great impact on him, because his head was hanging and his tongue was rolled out. He was breathing hard.
I walked over to him and lifted him into a standing position. I started punching him.
"This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Cheating. On. Mystic. Peak!" I hit him real hard every time I managed to mutter out a word. His face was totally crushed now. There was blood all over his face. Blood was dripping from his nose, his mouth, and his cheeks. His left eye was starting to show signs of a black eye happening, while his right was bloody. I must have busted a vessel.
I loved this. I loved seeing the blood drip from his bloody face. I melted in the adrenaline that swept through me, just for the thrill and excitement of it. Just looking into his dark and hateful eyes made my ego go wild. This is how I felt whenever I killed. I loved this feeling, although I am deeply ashamed of it. I was born to kill. Just like my mother.
Well, I did promise I would kill him quickly.
I am very dissapointed with you, Miles. I sent my thought to him, entering his mind. And you do know what happens when I'm upset. I smiled at his sweetly.
I bent over and whispered in his ears. "Goodbye Miles!"
I put my hands on either side of his face and smiled again. I could hear the crack of his spinal cord as I twisted his head around with my own bare hands.
I left after I killed Miles. I didn't bother cleaning up. I made sure though that I left no traces of my being there, like fingerprints for example. I didn't feel like a police-trying-their-best-to-catch-me chase today. I was already on the road, driving past jogging people and bright-painted houses. It was heaven. The sun was way up, baking the people it shone it's light on.
Even though I was miles away from the beach house I tuned in to hear the screams that Kayla made as she discovered the body of her dead husband. I laughed as I heard them. People always exaggerate on love and everything. Why would you give your entire heart to someone when it would only hurt you in the end? I love my brothers, and also my Phoenix mates but, I never loved someone in that way. What's the point with spending all your time making gooey eyes at someone? Poor Kayla. I was sorry for her. What I was doing is almost a favor for her. I was helping her out.
My phone rang.
"Natalie Newton-John," I said as I picked up my phone. I liked the way I answered my phone. It made me sound business like.
"Natalie," a grave female voice said. It was pretty obvious that she's been crying. Talk about the devil!
"Kayla!" I squealed, delighted.
"I'm going to kill you!" she said in a dark voice. "I'm going to hunt you down and kill you."
"Ooo!" I said, smiling as I taunted her.
"And when I kill you, you're going back to where you came from," she said in a sure voice. As if she knew what she was talking about. "You're going back to hell, Ghost!"
"Huh." I said with a smile in my voice. "I guess that if that time ever came, I'd see your loving and canning husband down there. Don't you think?"
I didn't wait for an answer. I hang up and threw the phone out of the truck I was driving.
Ah. Florida, sweet, sweet, sunny Florida. One of my favorite places to kill. Maybe I should live here.
I smiled as I drove away.
Sincerely,
Natalie Newton-John
I trudged along against the white sand. I wasn't here to have fun. I was here to kick some lousy butt. Which lousy butt? Do you guys remember Miles Rigger? (Please Read Blog: Mission--Possible! for more info on the guy and why I am going to kill him.)
I heard from a source that Miles was going to be here. And that source would be Twitter. So much for being a fancy know-it-all assassin. But it's called the smarts!
There were a million people here! I did a quick scan on my surroundings, checking if any Fears were here. Fortunately, i didn't see any Fears stationed here. But i wasn't quite sure. What if they have taken on their human forms?
I sighed.
I can handle myself. There is no need to be afraid. I walked out of the shade i was standing at and into the burning sunlight and stood there under the heat for a moment. The heat took away the coldness in me. Did i mention that i was sick? Not sick, as in really sick, but I've got this illness. I am an anorexic and i get easily cold. That's why I'm not fan of Fears, they make the coldness become even colder.
I stretched up to my toes and smelled the clean fresh air. I closed everything down. I shut my mind and blocked away all my thoughts. I opened my ears up, listening to the sound of my surroundings. I gave every ounce of my concentration to my hearing skills. I opened my brain up, letting every thought sink in. Did i mention that i can actually read minds?
I skimmed my way through the thoughts in the beach. Listening to at least fifty people per second. This is how i was going to find my way to Miles.
These hotdogs taste great.
Gosh, it's so hot here.
What was i thinking? See how he flirts with her?
That chick is even hotter than my girlfriend!
I think that dude was the one who stole my wallet!
That guy's belly looks like Mt. Everest.
I blocked away the people who were thinking nonsense and skipped them. I gave myself a mental note on the people i passed, making sure i don't read their thoughts again. It would just take me more time to find Miles.
This bra is so tight.
Oh look! A fish!
Hey, where did Sammy go?
Martha looks ugly today.
I wish i could have gone with Sally instead of Margaret. She's hotter!
I skimmed through the people's thoughts, going as fast as i could, and trying to recognize them at the same time.
Jamie might drown if he goes too far.
I stopped and concentrated on that one particular thought. I recognized the tone of that voice. Was it really...? I opened my eyes and turned to the direction of where that thought was coming from. I looked over the left and opened my raptor vision. I zoomed in and focused at the man standing two miles away, leaning toward the shore, a worried expression on his face.
Miles Rigger. He was here. Standing just a few paces from me. I took in his features, memorizing them. His black hair, tousled with the wind, his frowning face, his fair skin, his hands cupped around his mouth, trying to shout something over the wildness of the ocean.
This was the last thing he'd ever do. The last vacation he would ever go to. I smiled to myself. I opened my ears up and focused on what Miles was shouting.
"Jamie!" he screamed. "Don't go over there! You know that water is too deep for you! Jamie! Don't! Jamie! Jamie! JAMIE!!!"
Before i even knew it i was running as fast as i could. Leaving a million footprints on the white sand. I can run as fast as the fastest cheetah. I dodged at some vendors and people obstructing my path, but usually they were the ones who dodged out of my way. As soon as i was at the water's edge i placed my feet together, steeled myself, and made a clean dive into the water. I swam like a shark.
I opened my mind up, listening to the thoughts of little Jamie. He was in the middle of the water, even deeper than i expected him to be in. I swam right after him, not even bothering to catch my breath. Ghosts can actually stay underwater for a long period of time, maximum was about twenty minutes. I got to Jamie faster than a normal person could. Twenty seconds, record time!
I tugged at Jamie's shoulders, hugging him with my left arm, and pulling him to the surface. As soon as we were up, Jamie made no response to the air, he was unconscious. I swam to the shore using only my right hand and my feet. I could see Miles' worried and surprised face as i pulled up. I bet he didn't expect me to be there. Why would he?
He ran forward, Kayla was there too. Kayla was Jamie's mother and Miles' ex-wife. I laid Jamie on the sand, while Miles and Kayla knelt down beside me. People were crowding around us now.
"I know CPR!" a man announced and went forward.
I pushed the man back and went back to Jamie. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed down five centimeters deep and began pounding. After three thumps, i opened his mouth, inhaled, and pushed some air into Jamie. I did the process two more times till Jamie finally responded. He coughed out water and his face went really pale.
Kayla stooped down and hugged him. Miles let out a sigh of relief, he looked at me and smiled thankfully. I smiled back. Assassin Rule: Keep your friends close, and your victims closer.
The bodyguards arrived. They were late. They started pushing the crowd and hovered over Jamie. They were looking at me as if i was an angel from heaven. Did i mention that Ghosts are beautiful?
Kayla led me to the living room of their beach house. It was pretty big. There was mirrors where there should have been walls, aquariums instead of pictures, and grills instead of stoves. I'm going to suggest to Holly to actually let us live in a beach house.
As soon as I sat down, Kayla sat beside me and took my hand in hers.
"Natalie," she told me, her eyes getting all teary. "Thank you." She was choking back tears now. I have known Kayla for two years now. She is the reason I met Miles. Although i am not very close to her, we still talk every once and a while. She was very close to Becca and Blaine though.
I patted her hand. "Your welcome."
I heard Miles' soft footsteps enter the room. He knocked at the door to let us know he was there. He gestured to Kayla that he wanted to speak alone with me. Kayla got up and smiled ay me again. I smiled back. I never liked her, she was too boring and plain for me. I don't like boring and plain, but i had no choice. She was Miles' wife.
I hesitated for a moment but then I had to look up. Miles was smiling at me. I smiled up at him too.
Until I realized he was holding a knife in his hand.
I jumped off the couch, instinctively and cowered at him. He had a tight smile on, like those that you usually see on a villain's face in movies. I held his gaze. I knew the effort he made into his looking into my eyes. I could feel my eyes burning right into his. It was a talent Ghosts had. We could make someone feel like we could see straight into their souls. Like we knew every single mistake, lie, and crime.
I cocked my head to the side. "Wow, Miles. I'm impressed. Do you really think you can beat me?"
That was when I saw a bead of sweat trail down the side of his face. I had him.
I laughed and relaxed out of my tensed position and walked towards him.
He backed away as I came near him, holding the knife out. It was ham slicer. What? Was he planning on cutting me with this? Wow. You couldn't worry a Ghost with that kind of weapon. What a pity. I thought Miles was smart, since he did graduate from Stanford. A tip for all those people out there who's trying to kill me: A 10 inch blade can definitely not leave a scratch on our body. Not that we are made of stone or anything like that. It's just too dumb to do it. Hey, if you're smart, you'd know not to mess with Ghosts let alone show up and hold a knife in front of their faces.
I walked to him calmly and smoothly. He got a bit agitated and backed away. When he realized that I was cornering me he took a swipe at me with the knife. It made the loud swish sounds as the metal went through the air. Miles saw my dodge coming and as soon as I did dodge the knife, he came swiping at the place I dodged at. If we were talking basketball I would use the term rebound on what he just did.
I was wearing strapless so it was easy for both of us to see the slice that was lodged in there. Blood was coming out so I supposed the wound was in pretty deep. I looked back and smiles as I watched Miles' face as he saw the miracle happen. The skin started connecting itself and healing itself, turning into a faint shade of pink, then dissapearing into my white skin. No trace of it happening except the blood that was still left there. Awesome right?
Miles knew we could heal ourselves. He just never saw us do it. I took delight at the expression he showed. It lightened my mood a bit, which made me pity him. I would do him a favor and make this fast. So fast that he wouldn't feel it.
I stepped closer and back slapped the knife from his hand. He looked at me with shock, his mouth open. I took another step and grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him up -Yeah, Ghosts are like...super strong too- and threw him in the air. He crashed on the small cabinet at the back of the room, wood burst through the room. The fall must have had a great impact on him, because his head was hanging and his tongue was rolled out. He was breathing hard.
I walked over to him and lifted him into a standing position. I started punching him.
"This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Cheating. On. Mystic. Peak!" I hit him real hard every time I managed to mutter out a word. His face was totally crushed now. There was blood all over his face. Blood was dripping from his nose, his mouth, and his cheeks. His left eye was starting to show signs of a black eye happening, while his right was bloody. I must have busted a vessel.
I loved this. I loved seeing the blood drip from his bloody face. I melted in the adrenaline that swept through me, just for the thrill and excitement of it. Just looking into his dark and hateful eyes made my ego go wild. This is how I felt whenever I killed. I loved this feeling, although I am deeply ashamed of it. I was born to kill. Just like my mother.
Well, I did promise I would kill him quickly.
I am very dissapointed with you, Miles. I sent my thought to him, entering his mind. And you do know what happens when I'm upset. I smiled at his sweetly.
I bent over and whispered in his ears. "Goodbye Miles!"
I put my hands on either side of his face and smiled again. I could hear the crack of his spinal cord as I twisted his head around with my own bare hands.
I left after I killed Miles. I didn't bother cleaning up. I made sure though that I left no traces of my being there, like fingerprints for example. I didn't feel like a police-trying-their-best-to-catch-me chase today. I was already on the road, driving past jogging people and bright-painted houses. It was heaven. The sun was way up, baking the people it shone it's light on.
Even though I was miles away from the beach house I tuned in to hear the screams that Kayla made as she discovered the body of her dead husband. I laughed as I heard them. People always exaggerate on love and everything. Why would you give your entire heart to someone when it would only hurt you in the end? I love my brothers, and also my Phoenix mates but, I never loved someone in that way. What's the point with spending all your time making gooey eyes at someone? Poor Kayla. I was sorry for her. What I was doing is almost a favor for her. I was helping her out.
My phone rang.
"Natalie Newton-John," I said as I picked up my phone. I liked the way I answered my phone. It made me sound business like.
"Natalie," a grave female voice said. It was pretty obvious that she's been crying. Talk about the devil!
"Kayla!" I squealed, delighted.
"I'm going to kill you!" she said in a dark voice. "I'm going to hunt you down and kill you."
"Ooo!" I said, smiling as I taunted her.
"And when I kill you, you're going back to where you came from," she said in a sure voice. As if she knew what she was talking about. "You're going back to hell, Ghost!"
"Huh." I said with a smile in my voice. "I guess that if that time ever came, I'd see your loving and canning husband down there. Don't you think?"
I didn't wait for an answer. I hang up and threw the phone out of the truck I was driving.
Ah. Florida, sweet, sweet, sunny Florida. One of my favorite places to kill. Maybe I should live here.
I smiled as I drove away.
Sincerely,
Natalie Newton-John
