#ghostschool

The Ghost was sitting impatiently, chomping and pulling with his spirit at everything around him. He stared intently. At every thing, all around, and at nothing at all. He seemed to reason inside of himself in tempered fits of self awareness. Sucking himself back to the temporal plane with a subtle twitch of the head and shift of position. He did not like to be chained. He tried to look calm. But his hands deceived him, cunning hands that they were. Because I know the truth. Every now and then, as if catching the momentary flash of a dorsal fin breaking the surface, I’d notice his hands become dangerous, just for a split moment within a second, and they flowed like the creature’s of the deep. Unearthly and hideous things peeking out of his channels, hungry for blood and power. All spike and claw and beak and teeth and armor and hook and nail and tail. And there he sat waiting in a silent frenzy, his wild eyes very busy and the beast barely in check.

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Old Edris had worked himself into a fit. Blood was welling up and catching in his throat as he spoke.

“It was that damned Major! The Major that ol’ snake! That devil! Showed up at the school one day out of nowhere. Like he evaporated out of the thin blue light…all shiny and happy…   I should’a strangled him right then and there.”

Blood catches in his throat and he chokes it down methodically.    

“If I would have just gotten rid of him then what a different world this would be today.  It was him what opened it.  Him what started The Revivalists., brought the Ninjas...  Man you don’t know shit about Fogtown do you? ”

The old soldier chuckles a bit and gives the kid an icy stare.

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“I wasn’t afraid of him though. Seent him change and all that…couple times. Did he travel in some pretty strange circles? Yup. Dark energies? Of course. But that man wouldn’t'ha hurt a soul…”

Old Edris coughed back the blood.

“Them Ninjas what was the problem though…”

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