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A Ghost of a Chance 1
Chapter I: The Dark Ordeal
October 24, 2003. Many a tale lives on the breath of the wind, some of them as dark as a moonless night, others as light and happy as a feather caught in the breeze. My tale is a recent one, but one full of life. And yet, it’s also full of death at the same time. This tale goes back before Katrina’s assault on New Orleans, before the Iraqi War, even before the reelection of George Bush II. Let me take you there the only way I know how…
“Another year, another challenge.”
It’s always hard to adjust to a new school. This was my first year
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A Ghost of a Chance 2
Chapter II: Every Undead for Herself
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! My alarm clock sounded just as my dream was starting to get interesting. It was about a mass grouping of dead beings in an old building watching a deranged tap-dancer balance a piranha on his nose and juggle sharks.
I shook the weird dream out of my head, climbed down from my bunk bed, and smacked the alarm clock on my dresser silent. Its time read 7:03. Another school day, I guessed. I yawned a long, sleepy yawn and took a long-sleeved shirt out of my closet with a pair of jeans, putting them on while sitting on my brother’s bed.
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Chapter III: Mayhem on Motorcycles
We continued to follow the butterflies through the suburb. The traffic was non-existent, and half of the houses were scarred or completely demolished. An eerie stillness now loomed over this once-bustling metropolis. Even the sun hid his face from this gruesome scene behind a thick vale of clouds. It felt like riding through a graveyard, although there was more truth in that than we thought.
We drove onto the intersection the butterflies pointed out, thankful to leave the carnage behind us. Little did we know of the desolation we were about to come upon within the shatte
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A Ghost of a Chance 4
Chapter IV: Fun House
“Okay, Mark, you can unhook the scythe now.”
With a grunt and a heave, the blade of the scythe was loosened from the column of concrete holding up the overhead road. It had been a lucky save back there. If it weren’t for the scythe and Mark’s quick thinking, we would have been a part of that explosion as well as Johnny 13.
We bounced harmlessly off the road, the force of the fall being taken in by the bike’s shock absorbers. That trick had bought us some time, but we were still lost in enemy territory.
That didn’t mean we weren’t allowed to enjoy our b
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A Ghost of a Chance 5
Chapter V: Resurrection
I sat in a plush chair in a large oriental-style palace room. Several seats were positioned along the wall to my left or right, but none of them were filled. As I looked around, my gaze occasionally catching the clock, I pondered what this Koenma person would be like. He would have had to be rich in order to have afforded a place like this, let alone pay for its upkeep. Beyond the door to the left of the clock I could still make out the sound of the hustle and bustle of workers doing who-knows-what.
This door was opened, and Botan stuck her head through the door. “Sorry for t
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A Ghost of a Chance 6
Chapter VI: Infiltration
All four of us walked into the hallway and turned to the right. On either side of this hallway, doors stood firm, holding vast realms behind themselves. The doors were widely spread apart and each one was crafted differently, like the first two we passed: one was an iron door with steam rising off of it. The one on the opposite side of the hall was a gate made of gold with a view of what lay beyond: a paradise built on the clouds.
Pretty interesting place, dont you think? I asked.
Eh, you get used to it, Yusu
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A Ghost of a Chance, Chapter 7
Chapter VII: A Spirited Reunion
What do we do now? asked Garrett.
We wait for the others to be done with their meeting.
Garrett slumped against the wall with a frown on his face. What do we need them for? They dont look like they know anything about fighting.
Let me tell you something in terms you can understand, I offered with a hint of temper. In this war game you only get two lives and limited reinforcements. Youve already lost one life and those three are your reinforcements. I can personally attest to ho
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A Ghost of a Chance, Chapter 8
Chapter VIII: The Barber and His Wife
The cold water hit my throat and dispelled my thirst like a cold-steel sword. I drank heavily, drawing as much relief as I could into myself. It felt good, but I stopped when I had my fill.
I turned around once I had my head back on, but I bumped into a man who was standing in front of the table. He was a lot taller than I was and dressed in clothes only a little bit more becoming than my uniform. His hair was just as messy as mine, although darker (except for a spot of white). His eyes were dark, highlighted by dark rings aro
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A Ghost of a Chance, Chapter 9
Chapter IX: Setting the Board
Yo, Mike, what kept you? Garrett asked, seated on the couch in the waiting room. Ive had no one but this dark, creepy guy eating the after-dinner mints to keep me company. He nudged his pistol towards the far corner and a young man crouched on his chair, popping a mint from the candy dishes around into his mouth every so often. His hair was as black as the bags under his expressionless eyes. His skin was just he opposite, as pale as a vampires.
I was given the grand tour of Emilys world, so back off, I g
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A Ghost of a Chance, Chapt. 10
Chapter X: Hard Hats Required
The buildings interior was just as ominous as the rest of the city. The few customers that were on lunch break at the hour of reckoning were horribly disemboweled, their final meal resting beside them. A few customers that were by the soda machine found their heads smashed into them, the soda pouring over them and mixing with their own blood. I didnt shed a tear over the bereaved beverages; it was all Pepsi, and I was a fan of Sierra Mist. Luckily those werent damaged.
As for Kurama and Emily, they were seated in an empty booth situated to