• Kryan shuffled along, becoming extremely aware of how cold it was. Not like she had forgotten, of course, but it had been a long time. The times had changed so much.

    Women were wearing such different clothing, Kryan noticed. She felt the sleeve of the jacket.

    It was a much smarter way to dress, she thought to herself and kept walking down the smooth grey walk. She didn't much trust the black and yellow streaks that was beside her.

    The wails of the old owner of the body Kyran was borrowing grew softer and softer, until she could hear nothing at all.

    Kyran felt the tiniest bit guilty, but it had to be done if she was to rest in peace. A memory triggered in her head.


    A young bruised and bloody girl runs from the stable yard. Her once beautiful dress torn and dirty. Her hair knotted impossibly, as a dark shape staggers after her.

    The little girl is screaming a crying for her mother. The dark shape has almost caught up with her. She reaches the end of the mossy stone path, and trips over a tree root.

    The man lets out a chilling laugh, grabs the girl by the ankle, and drags her painfully back.

    Kyran was shaking in one spot. The memory was so strong and more painful in a human body. Being a ghost was more painless because there was nothing you could do about it.

    But. . .Kyran had a human form now. She whimpered and forced the legs to walk forward, still trembling.

    The boy she'd seen earlier, laughing at the younger girl, was now seated in a resturant. He'd no doubt forgotten about the girl and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

    He had a tall glass in front of him, and was flirting with the waitress. Kyran stiffled up the urge to cross the street, and entered. Everyone continued to eat and talk.

    All except the boy. He froze, the glass halfway up to his lips. The waitress was gone now. Kyran slipped into the other side of the booth.

    She watched him placidly as he dropped the glass and it shattered. The waitress hurridly came back to sweep up the glass. Kyran watched her and then turned her gaze back to the boy.

    He looked perpetually shocked at seeing her there.

    "L-L-Laura? But I thought. . .I thought you. . ." He stuttered nervously.

    Kyran's gaze hardened for an instant.

    "I know. I know what you did." She hissed in an undertone. His face paled a few shades and she could see him gulping for air.

    "You will pay." Kyran whispered, careful to make sure nobody else heard. She waited until the waitress had gone away.

    The boy stood up and almost ran out of the resturant. Kyran stood up unconspicuously and walked out after him.

    The boy was already a good couple of yards away. Kyran ducked into an alleyway and ran to catch up. She stepped out, cutting him off.

    He whimpered cowardly and covered his face with his shaking hands.

    "Please." He rasped. Kyran grabbed the cuff of his shirt and flung his into the alleyway. She then gently placed one hand on his shoulder and then taking her hand off quickly.

    The boy looked at her through opened fingers. "That's it?! My god Laura, I though you were serious." He then laughed, a bit too forcefully.

    Kyran smiled eerily in the dim lamplit then turned and walked away.

    Besides the other thoughts in her mind, the last memory she had of this boy the girl Laura so deeply cared about, was the sickening thud as his body hit the ground, already dead.

    'One down, three to go.' She whispered into the overcast night.