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It wasn't long for my luck to run out.
You can say...
Maybe I ruined my own chances...
But if anything... It gave me...
Something better...
_______________________________________
3rd person POV
She lied there, hurt and dying, in the middle of the road.
The rain came down hard that day, so people weren't outside.
If they were, they would have helped that poor chubby girl
in the road. Her (H/C) hair broke out of her pony tail. Her
(S/C) skin stained with blood. Her eyes, once beautiful (E/C)
eyes, were dark and dull.
The car that hit her was going so fast that it threw her to
the side. Her head almost cracked open, her ribs broken and
her lung punctured. Her life slowly breezed away. She closed
her eyes and sobbed. "I finally did something... Right...
You're welcome...” she whispered as she remembered her mother's
last words to her. A soft smile formed on her lips, and she
left earth. Or so she thought.
(Time skip) One year later...
The town was just as busy as always. A moving truck was outside
the house that once belonged to a small family. Walking back
and forth were some moving men with large boxes; helping them
was a young Russian. He, as well as his parents and sisters,
were just moving into the new house. A house said to be haunted,
but to him a new haunted house, in a new city, was better than
being bullied. Yes, to be such a tall, and buff looking Russian
he was picked on by many guys. It got so bad he finally managed
to convince his parents to moving.
He felt a chill while walking up the first steps. He looked up
to the open window of the second floor. Light violet curtains
flew outside from the window as if the air came from inside.
He felt a gaze lied upon him; he tried to shake it off. He
fixed his scarf with his free hand and then progressed into
the house. It was empty and gray, parts of the wall were
broken and the wall paper was ripped at the corners; the
lights worked well and so did the water. The only reason
his wealthy family moved there was because he asked. Being
a rich foreign kid brought a lot of problems for him.
He walked up stairs while everyone was down stairs studying the
place, trying to see if they would at least fix it up. He set
his box down in the room with the open window. The room was even
more dull and empty than rest of the house. He walked over and
closed the window so the cold wouldn't get inside. A chill went
down his spine as a transparent hand tugged on his scarf. He
turned around slowly and looked around; there was nothing there.
"Y-you... Don't have to be afraid..." he said softly. There was a
soft, faint gasp and a slight form began to appear. A dark shadow
floated in front of the, now smiling, Russian.
He reached out after quickly taking off this brown leather gloves.
The shadow flinched and tried to disappear but his hand had already
touched it. At that time, it seemed everything had frozen. No sound
came from anywhere. The temperature of the room dropped. The shadow,
very surprised, stood still studying him. He smiled softly
"My name is Ivan" he introduced himself; small puffs of his breath
could be seen from the cold. The shadow stopped inspecting him and
made carvings on the wall next to Ivan. It read 'Get out'. By the
time he had finished reading and looked back, the shadow was gone.
(Time skip) one week later
The shadow began to make their life quite difficult for the people
living in the house. The servants were frightened and the house was
a mess. The food spoiled too quickly and the water turned to blood.
Every time they tried to hang a painting it would fall and the newly
covered paint would drop off. Even through all this, Ivan insisted
to stay. He thought there was a way to stop the shadow from haunting
them, so he could be relaxed and start his new life.
Ivan sat in his room quietly, reading a magic book. He looked for
ways to get rid of shadows, in the book referred as 'damned spirits'.
He had also done research on the accident. He found it sad, but not
much detail was given so he was still confused on why the ghost would
be haunting the house. He read along until his vase fell over.
He sighed and put his book aside. He grabbed his water pipe, his companion,
as he walked across his room. "Look girl... Let's talk" he said. The shadow
appeared from behind the closet and floated to him. There were no real
features on it, so it was confused on how Ivan knew the gender.
'What... Do you want?' she asked. He fixed his scarf "Show yourself..."
he commanded. The shadow floated a bit back 'Why... Should I?' she asked.
Ivan took a breath and pointed his pipe at her.
"So I can to send you to the other side” he stated. She became angry and
turned into a hissing mess. She tried to strike at him but he deflected
it with his pipe. Magic spells had been written on it to damage her every
time she came in contact with the pipe. He was sure she would react that
so he was prepared. With one hit he was able to send her to the other
side of the room. He produced a green binding spell circle from a piece
of paper trapping her.
Green, thundering light kept her still. She shrieked in pain as she was
forcefully turning into her human form. Ivan stared shocked at how painful
it was. A form finally took place. A chubby girl with (H/C) in a green
sweater lied on the floor. She groaned and sat up. Her (E/C) eyes looked
at everything in the room. To her, in her shadow form, had looked like
creepy evil memories.
Ivan approached her carefully and aimed his pipe at her head.
"Are you going to attack me?" he asked. She shook her head and stood up.
She looked the same way she did when she died. The blood on her green
sweater and dark pants was there, looking pretty fresh. She wiped off
a bit of the replicated blood off her fluffy (S/C) cheek. She was
floating in front of Ivan, her feet inches above the floor, but still
not reaching his height.
She looked at him then down, blushing a bit, finally seeing the real
Ivan and not the horrible illusion she had as a shadow. She also
remembered why she didn't like her human form. She had the same
chubby form she was when alive.
You can say...
Maybe I ruined my own chances...
But if anything... It gave me...
Something better...
_______________________________________
3rd person POV
She lied there, hurt and dying, in the middle of the road.
The rain came down hard that day, so people weren't outside.
If they were, they would have helped that poor chubby girl
in the road. Her (H/C) hair broke out of her pony tail. Her
(S/C) skin stained with blood. Her eyes, once beautiful (E/C)
eyes, were dark and dull.
The car that hit her was going so fast that it threw her to
the side. Her head almost cracked open, her ribs broken and
her lung punctured. Her life slowly breezed away. She closed
her eyes and sobbed. "I finally did something... Right...
You're welcome...” she whispered as she remembered her mother's
last words to her. A soft smile formed on her lips, and she
left earth. Or so she thought.
(Time skip) One year later...
The town was just as busy as always. A moving truck was outside
the house that once belonged to a small family. Walking back
and forth were some moving men with large boxes; helping them
was a young Russian. He, as well as his parents and sisters,
were just moving into the new house. A house said to be haunted,
but to him a new haunted house, in a new city, was better than
being bullied. Yes, to be such a tall, and buff looking Russian
he was picked on by many guys. It got so bad he finally managed
to convince his parents to moving.
He felt a chill while walking up the first steps. He looked up
to the open window of the second floor. Light violet curtains
flew outside from the window as if the air came from inside.
He felt a gaze lied upon him; he tried to shake it off. He
fixed his scarf with his free hand and then progressed into
the house. It was empty and gray, parts of the wall were
broken and the wall paper was ripped at the corners; the
lights worked well and so did the water. The only reason
his wealthy family moved there was because he asked. Being
a rich foreign kid brought a lot of problems for him.
He walked up stairs while everyone was down stairs studying the
place, trying to see if they would at least fix it up. He set
his box down in the room with the open window. The room was even
more dull and empty than rest of the house. He walked over and
closed the window so the cold wouldn't get inside. A chill went
down his spine as a transparent hand tugged on his scarf. He
turned around slowly and looked around; there was nothing there.
"Y-you... Don't have to be afraid..." he said softly. There was a
soft, faint gasp and a slight form began to appear. A dark shadow
floated in front of the, now smiling, Russian.
He reached out after quickly taking off this brown leather gloves.
The shadow flinched and tried to disappear but his hand had already
touched it. At that time, it seemed everything had frozen. No sound
came from anywhere. The temperature of the room dropped. The shadow,
very surprised, stood still studying him. He smiled softly
"My name is Ivan" he introduced himself; small puffs of his breath
could be seen from the cold. The shadow stopped inspecting him and
made carvings on the wall next to Ivan. It read 'Get out'. By the
time he had finished reading and looked back, the shadow was gone.
(Time skip) one week later
The shadow began to make their life quite difficult for the people
living in the house. The servants were frightened and the house was
a mess. The food spoiled too quickly and the water turned to blood.
Every time they tried to hang a painting it would fall and the newly
covered paint would drop off. Even through all this, Ivan insisted
to stay. He thought there was a way to stop the shadow from haunting
them, so he could be relaxed and start his new life.
Ivan sat in his room quietly, reading a magic book. He looked for
ways to get rid of shadows, in the book referred as 'damned spirits'.
He had also done research on the accident. He found it sad, but not
much detail was given so he was still confused on why the ghost would
be haunting the house. He read along until his vase fell over.
He sighed and put his book aside. He grabbed his water pipe, his companion,
as he walked across his room. "Look girl... Let's talk" he said. The shadow
appeared from behind the closet and floated to him. There were no real
features on it, so it was confused on how Ivan knew the gender.
'What... Do you want?' she asked. He fixed his scarf "Show yourself..."
he commanded. The shadow floated a bit back 'Why... Should I?' she asked.
Ivan took a breath and pointed his pipe at her.
"So I can to send you to the other side” he stated. She became angry and
turned into a hissing mess. She tried to strike at him but he deflected
it with his pipe. Magic spells had been written on it to damage her every
time she came in contact with the pipe. He was sure she would react that
so he was prepared. With one hit he was able to send her to the other
side of the room. He produced a green binding spell circle from a piece
of paper trapping her.
Green, thundering light kept her still. She shrieked in pain as she was
forcefully turning into her human form. Ivan stared shocked at how painful
it was. A form finally took place. A chubby girl with (H/C) in a green
sweater lied on the floor. She groaned and sat up. Her (E/C) eyes looked
at everything in the room. To her, in her shadow form, had looked like
creepy evil memories.
Ivan approached her carefully and aimed his pipe at her head.
"Are you going to attack me?" he asked. She shook her head and stood up.
She looked the same way she did when she died. The blood on her green
sweater and dark pants was there, looking pretty fresh. She wiped off
a bit of the replicated blood off her fluffy (S/C) cheek. She was
floating in front of Ivan, her feet inches above the floor, but still
not reaching his height.
She looked at him then down, blushing a bit, finally seeing the real
Ivan and not the horrible illusion she had as a shadow. She also
remembered why she didn't like her human form. She had the same
chubby form she was when alive.
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SO here it is, part 1
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