War of Spirits

Chapter Three It Begins

Is this guy nuts? Was the very first thought entering the girls mind. Blinking she shook her head laughing at him. "Oh thanks for the laugh old man. That was really funny. I needed a laugh to get over my pain." She bursted out again.

But the old mans eye's never wavered. Never gave away to amusement. Not once did he laugh, or snicker like it was an inside joke. No. He was dead serious. Very serious.

This is what scared the girl before him the most. He can't be serious. No. He must be a good actor. "P-Please tell me this is a joke. Or that I am crazy. Please. Mr. Fafento." Ashleigh begged fear nipping at the back of her mind.

"This is no laughing matter young one. This dark force is one not to be messed with. This is all true. Every word." He said his eye's narrowing. "You along with seven others are destined to save the world." He said his voice dark with worry and.... Determination?

"No I am just a thirteen year old. I have a whole life. My family is dead. I am not speical in any way!" Ashleigh exclaimed her eyes feining anger. He is just an old man he knows nothing! But still his eyes gave way to no laughter. It was angering Ashleigh beyond belief. "Ashleigh. You must believe me. Just because your family is dead doesn't give you an excuse to act like a brat!" He said now anger in his own eyes.

The two stared at each other. Anger in one shock in the other. "How dare you." She whispered shock and hurt clear on her features. "How dare you!" She said pulling out the IV Cords needled into her. She jumped out of the bed and marched up to Mr. F ignoring the pain in her leg. A part of her brain noticed she was still in her clothes she put on that morning. "You have no excuse to use my families death against me!"

She screamed knowing full well the hospital was to have heard them. It wasn't sound proof. So of course they could be heard. "My family was my world. You are asking for a death wish old man!" Anger seethed her cold voice as she was nose to nose with the man.

He just sat there and drew in a calm breath. "I'm usuing your families death against you? You the one acting like a kid who is rich beyond belief. I have done nothing wrong." He said his voice cold and calm. "Yes you have! You came in here claiming I was one of the chosen from a fairy tale told to kids when they are young! You have no right! I am normal! Average! Not special! Not a chosen one!" By this point tears where streaming out angrily she brushed them away.

The sound of a door slamming open barely caught her attention. She was focused on this accursed man infront of her. Hands grabbed at her arms pulling her away from the man infront of her. She just wanted to rip his throat out. Red covered her vision as she snarled and wrangled around in their grips. "Let me go!" She screamed her voice blood curdling.

The hands held her back as Mr. Fafento was escorted to leave Ashleigh's angry cries following him. She thrashed and seethed anger pushing her on. But she didn't get far. A needle injected into her arm. Looking over she started to feel a sense of calmness waking up inside her.

"You..... Monster..... Lying jerk..." Ashleigh spat as she felt her lids getting heavy and her eyes slowly closed and blackness came over her.

Hours later the young girl awoke to a dark room. She looked around for the man who accused her hora before the room appeared empty with only her in it. Animals called out through the forest warning calls or just random chatters.

Sighing Ashleigh lay her head back down on the soft white pillows that held up her head during sleep. Turning over she face the window watching the stars sparkle and shine as she allowed her mind to drift elsewhere.

Her thoughts returned to her helpless adventure into her burning home to save her family. Her efforts had done nothing but let her save some of her valuable items close to her and her family.