The Story Begins. (kale/open)

[MATHEW JAMES EPIK]

Death and a funeral. People walk slowly in a line up to the child's dead body wishing the tragedy had never happened. "He was so young." They would say as shinny tears feel down there checks. Blinking rapidly as her mascara ran down her face. The orphanage mother, She loved the kids as though they where her own. Her loud sobbing echoed even the bodies 6 feet under could here her. Matty watched as his loved ones morned his death. Dressed in black. Dressed without freedom of joy. He looked at the colorless crowed. He felt a pain in the center of his chest building its way up to his neck and making its way down to his stomach. The pain that would not go away as long as he stayed here. Stayed surrounded by the people crying for him. Why where they crying? The child wandered. He didn't like to see anyone sad and to have them be feeling this way because he was gone only added to the guilt the child felt inside.

He was a ghost. He knew right off the bat from reading to much comics, stories and watched all these movies and shows about the supernatural. So should he dawn the name Casper and try to meet a pretty awkward girl who didn't mind have a friendly ghost around? No that was to far fetched, in this reality it wouldn't be plausible. Matty had not yet known that he couldn't be seen by the others. He didn't know that his new found specie would be his curse. As a door appeared in the hospital a few nights ago Matty was supposed to walk threw it. "Wheres the reaper?" He muttered to himself on that day. The reaper never showed him the way. His goals had not been for filled yet. Matty thought that if he had met his mother then he would meet the reaper and be forced into the afterlife.

"Guess I should look for my mom now." The little guy said to himself wanting to run away. Far away from his friends sadness. He again thought that they would see him if he didn't get out of there quickly. But faced with the sudden reality that no one could see him as he started his new life. Feeling alone in this big world what was he to do? He could not speak to anyone but himself. He could not be seen or become friends with anyone. He was so scared that he would be alone forever. So for eight long lonely years Matty ran around the city looking for anyone whom seemed interesting. The bag lady there, the single mother of two kids, the homeless man, the old drunk blah blah blah. The people of this town where all so blah. Matty began making up stories for them. Writing them down in a stolen note pad. He entitled it: Softly written humans, The notes from his past piled in a back pack he wore.

There he spotted an interesting man eight years after his journey begin as a restless spirit. He followed the man with his pen and pad in hand. Writing down the actions he was doing. The young boy tried to keep up with him writing down anything that might seem cool but then of course he exaggerated a bit. Rereading what he had already inscribed on his paper. "A man leaving the theater caught my right eye. I knew right away that he would be the next star in Softly written humans. He's got the looks of a star you know. This unknown man seems different then the rest of the humans. He seems like his story goes deeper then the skin. I followed him from the movies to his place you humans call home. Yeah I remember them, though my home was different then most a home is still a home when the people inside all love each other." Matty liked what he wrote, "Thats going in the book!" He shouted as Kale walked in his front door. "Shoot, I'm going to loose his family greeting him at the door bit." He teleported inside the hallway directly in front of Kale. His eyes glued to him with his pen ready to write what ever he did next. "The door shuts...." He spoke the words faster then he wrote them now looking down at his incomplete sentence.

[KALE MYLE-RAE cooper]

So far his day had been relatively non exciting, which for Kale, meant extremely good. For the first time in a long time today, he had opened his eyes and not felt the burning hunger that lit a fire in his belly. Oh, of course it was still there, but it wasn't that feeling anymore. The feeling that had kept him self exiled in his house for almost a week because he felt that he had lost control and if he even looked outside, he would lose who he was because of the desire that was stabbing him in the heart. That feeling that made him want to take the nearest person to him, whether it was his mother or god forbid, his sister or brother, and bury his face in their necks, tearing out their throat with his fangs. For the first time in a while, that feeling felt somewhat manageable to him. He had woken up, and instead of instantly fighting what he was, noticed the color of the ceiling in his tiny little home. It was whitish, with slight discolorations spread across it. And of course, he woke up and had a intense desire to just get out of the house as soon as possible. Being cooped up for almost a week had started to drive him a little bit batty. You never really noticed how boring your house was when you were stuck in it alone, and for long periods of time.

Of course he wasn't going to go charging into large crowds of people. Kale was still relatively new to the whole, being dead, but alive at the same time vampire thing. Hell, he didn't know that he was one until he ripped someone's jugular out. And he knew that he had never really be the greatest at self control. That as one of the main reasons that he had left his old life behind. It had felt like he was tearing his heart out when he had left, but he had did it anyways. Not that he had wanted to of course. There was nothing else that Kale wanted so badly as to go back home, walk through those double doors of his house and see his sister sitting at the kitchen island, her nose in a book, studying for her collage exams. Then he would turn towards the fridge and grab the orange juice, the whole carton and drink straight from it, his sister would complain, he would ruffle her hair, and they would talk for a while before Kale went downstairs to play the latest video game with his little brother. It had been his birthday a few days ago. Turning 18 had been a big deal to him, and Kale hadn't even been there to take him out for his first legal drink. These thoughts, and scenarios played through his mind as he sat in the almost empty movie theater, barely paying attention to the horror movie that he had payed money to watch. He couldn't even think about his mother, otherwise he might just run right back to them. She was probably freaking out at that moment. She would probably think that he was dead in a ditch somewhere. Well, she would have half of the actual truth.

Looking up, Kale was surprised when he stared at the ending credits. Brushing his slightly damp eyes, and running his hands through his hair, he stretched before standing up and walking out of the theater. As he walked out onto the street, it was only natural that he got a few stares, after all, how often do you see a 6'8 guy? Well above average height, he could easily see above everyones heads, and frowned slightly when his gaze fell up the image of a ten year old boy, standing there with a pen and pad, writing down on it. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he inhaled, and listened to the boy's heartbeat, and was surprised when he couldn't hear one. Turning away, he shrugged it off and started walking home. He had only been out for a few hours, but already he was starting to hear the deep echoing heartbeats around him, and to him, the air was starting to stink of a single massive scent. Kale couldn't help but wonder he was feeling how recovering alcoholics felt. Eating up the ground around him, he turned a corner and noticed that the boy he had seen earlier, was following him.

Watching him from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but see the way that everyone on the streets didn't even glance at this boy. Couldn't they see him? Then the realization hit Kale like a train. He was a ghost! Why had it taken him this long to figure it out? Smirking to himself, he listened to the boy talking to himself. Was he taking notes on Kale? O...kay, that was a bit weird. But whatever. Opening the door to his house, he wasn't really surprised to see that the boy had teleported in infront of him. Kale almost laughed out loud when he hear him talk about a family greeting him. Talking off his jacket, he tossed it on a chair before turning to face the boy. "The door shuts, and the little ghosty boy really needs to stop talking". Walking past him, Kale flopped his large frame down onto his couch. "Why were you following me kid?" The last thing he needed, was some kid thinking that he was someone special, or to be in any ghost story written by this ghost.

[MATHEW JAMES EPIK]

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