“I HEARD IT AGAIN!!”
I jump as the face of Ray Richie appears before me and I keep trying 2 wipe away the blood and figure out what the hell that kid meant. I look at him and there's a look of both fear and expectancy in his eyes. Being able to talk to the dead is not as “cool” as you might think. In fact, it can b quite irritating. The reason being that they all are stuck here for one reason or another and they need help. Unfortunately, seeing as how not many others can even SEE them, much less hear from them, they rely solely on you. You'd think they'd wanna solve their own problems...I groan slightly, ignoring another wave of pain which surges through my blood stream like a wave. Blood...rite, it's still oozing from my face...
“It calls itself the Executioner.” Ray adds.
I can feel my heart racing as anger pulses through me and I take a deep breathe, if only to calm myself slightly, before looking Ray in the eyes. “listen, if you want me to help you, you're going to have to tell me everything.” I tell him “I can't work with only half of a puzzle.”