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Chelsea

I looked over the picture in my hand one more time, not to be suddenly interrupted by some spirit. Definitely old, before Will or Demetrius obviously. Which left the mister. "...He's scared of this," I decide to murmur, get out what I know to this mystery person. But...that was all I knew. "Maybe I should get the kid who can actually hear and see you?" Damn, I was liking the time away... And I didn't really know if I should be liking that fact or not...

ABraham

My nephew? Hell no. That would ruin everything. I pick up a book on a nearby shelf and fling it against the wall behind her as if to say NO.

Chelsea

I calmly watch the procession of book into wall, raising an eyebrow afterwords. "Well he's gonna freak out on me if I procrastinate too long," I mutter with a roll of my eyes. "Do your ghosty thing and hide then, stupid." It wouldn't be hard to come back at night. Will said I could wander the woods, and I had my tech to avoid the guards he mentioned... Easy peasy.

Abraham

He was coming here? Oh no. No, that would not do at all. I disappear for a moment, only to reappear again with a pen. Going over to one of the books on the shelf and jotting down a note on the first page.

I don't want him here. Tell him there's nothing here for him, nothing interesting. Whatever you decide. Just steer him away. I write, holding the book ( or letting the book appear to hover in the air) till she takes it and reads it.

Chelsea

"He sort of wants to come in here. Like no joke, one of these days he's gonna ignore warnings. Teenage rebellion phases are a bitch, I'm sure you know," I snap at the book. Floating book...okay. And I'm not really sure why I get this sudden flair of annoyance. Facts shouldn't stay hidden, I guess. Family secrets were only harmful, and Will already doubted the Cause. When even dead people wanted to keep the truth from him, only keeping a brainwashed monkey soldier.

Abraham

Because it's not time for him to learn them yet, if he did now, it would not go well. Hate to be cryptic but please do as I ask, I write back.

Chelsea

I clench my teeth at the thing, grabbing the novel from the air. "Fine." You're explaining shit to me later though. So I turn around, not taking the time with traps to get to the front door and kick it open. The old wood gave up the nails and boards easily to fling open. "The floating book said you couldn't come in," I tell Will outside.

Will

....Floating book?

"What the hell? What book?! And why not?!"

Chelsea

"Here, obviously..." With my finger keeping the page marked, I offer it over, glancing back at the door.

Will

I take it, reading the page and frowning. Who the heck was this and why?! Why couldn't I know?! Why couldn't I go in?! I didn't u-

There was a pain in the back of my head and I felt myself falling before everything went black.

Abraham

Well she had done it now. I bend down, inspecting his injuries and putting a cold hand on his forehead. I begin to suppress his memories, not caring at all what she thought.

Chelsea

"..." Well great. "You're real inconvenient, you know that?" I yell back at the house. Middle of the forest with an unconscious boy who I was not dragging back along some indistinguishable path. Nuh uh. "There was nothing important in your note, I really don't see why you needed to do that!"

Abraham

Stupid. I was right there. I pick up the book again. I don't want him knowing anything, you leave the subject alone. that was stupid of you. you want answers? show up at midnight.

Chelsea
"Stupid of me. Right, okay. Honestly you're more melodramatic than a damn girl over a broken nail..." I rub my temple, rolling my eyes. GOD, I was arguing with NOTHING. Unless you didn't realize there wasn't any spoilers in your note to stay away - by the way, stereotypical enough for you? But fine. I'm still gonna say 'the moody reclusive house ghost knocked you out when you didn't get off his lawn' when he wakes up. I don't go around sharing exact fears of people willy nilly. And secrets tend to be fears." Obviously.

Abraham

He wouldn't remember nor would he wake up here if I could help it. I let my hands pass through him, before possessing his body.

It takes a minute but soon I'm lying on my back. And I can feel and smell everything again. I open my eyes or his eyes and slowly get up, wobbling a bit as I do. My head spins from the blow I gave him earlier, and instinctively I lean on the girl. "If we're going to get him back home, I'm going to need your help," I say gruffly.

Chelsea
That...no. That did not feel right. Will's...pressure...his mind on mine...was still low. Not gone, but less prevalent - the usual for unconscious people unless they were having nightmares. I jerk away from him, giving a disgusted look. "I doubt Cox would appreciate you going into his kid and house," I grumble. For some reason the old man was afraid of this place, that face in the picture. "If there's some ghostly exorcism this family can do, I'd advise staying away but I really am finding it more and more difficult to care about you."

Abraham

"If I was looking to take up residence there are a number of times I could have done it. Besides, I can't stay in here long anyway. I have no interest in taking over my nephew, I simply want to get him home," I tell her, groaning as I clutch my head again. "Once we get him home, I'll leave after fixing his injuries."

Chelsea

Nephew. So uncle. Brother to... And now he's dead, a feared secret getting out... Well that was an easy mystery solved, even with crap detective skills. "Do what you want, psycho, I'm not being involved in that..." I cross my arms.

Abraham

"Why is it you feel that I'm a psycho?" I groan, becoming highly annoyed with this girl. "If you feel that I have some ulterior motive, by all means, please inform me of it."

Chelsea
"You don't house up with the fam - they don't even know you exist - and Cox is scared of you for a reason. You're dead, and with what Will said you stood against him and his freak Cause business and got off'ed. You're a threat to their little game if you revealed secrets, so you're shunned. But if you stood against him in the first place, why keep the past hidden from the person you're currently in who might be the only sane one in this entire brigade to doubt the take over the world plot? He doesn't want to be in this, give him reason to leave," I snap, glaring down at my crossed arms. "Hell, give him inspiration to stop this stupid shit if he's supposed to be the one to lead on the 'family business'."

Abraham

"I'm afraid you've got the details wrong. I was part of the Cause, I wasn't happy being there. I wasn't killed because I was a traitor. I was murdered by my own brother. No one else knows he killed me, I had something and he wanted it. He's taken great pains to hide me. I do want Will to know about me, but it's too soon. If he knows now, he might question his father and that would be bad. His father knows I'm still here, he tried to get rid of me by killing me and failed. He knows that I know he killed me and he's afraid I'll tell someone. My family would not be happy to know that he did."

"News flash: he already questions his father," I whisper over smugly before I shake my head and roll my eyes, a hand going to my temple. "Have I mentioned how weird this is? You're giving me a damn migraine, would you leave already?" This stupid feeling of 'there's someone nearby to sense but not really~' was eerie. Where vaguely feared ideas should have been forming with meeting a new person was just this...void that would sometimes flash up something like a neon sign before the current proved to be too much and the glass popped back to darkness.

Abraham

"I know, I've been watching. But the situation is still careful. I work with the Reformation, or the opposing group of the Cause. Now, will you help me get him home? My head is killing me and the sooner we do so I'll leave you alone. And I can answer any questions you might have or you could come back tonight? Unfortunately my social life is somewhat...dead, pun wholly intended."

Chelsea

"Your...adorable, honestly..." I reply in full sarcasm. As if there hasn't already been enough puns in my life with birds EVERYWHERE. "Go." My eyebrows raise expectantly.

Abraham

"Does that mean you'll help me get him home so I can take care of his injuries?" I say flatly, not planning on budging till she did.

Chelsea
"I will follow, happy?" Injuries, sure. He only fell, there wasn't anything to heal. Let's see how long I can be around some possessed person before my head splits open...