The specters were at it again. Wandering around looking lost as usual, walking right through ordinary people as iftheywerethe ghosts. Melodie shuddered as a beheaded old man, still holding his decapitated head walked two inches in front of her.

“Hey, Melodie. We’re going to be late to the party!” Sabrina simpered. Melodie sighed. Sabrina was a pushover, and was only concerned with parties and the new season’s ‘look.’ Sabrina honked the horn of her convertible. Melodie reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.

“You haven’t been drinking have you?” Melodie asked.

“On’y a little.” Sabrina waved a bottle in front of her face, winking.

“Oh no, you cannot drive! Let me!”

“No, no, you don’t know where the party is, and it’s my car!”

A specter smoked its way through the car, right between the two girls. Melodie shuddered again, Sabrina didn’t notice. They pulled off the curb and began speeding down the street. Melodie held the edges of her seat, then the door handle as the needle inched toward sixty.

“The speed limit’s only 35 Sabrina!”

“Feel that summer breeze!” Sabrina screamed through two red lights in a row, narrowly missing several cars as they swerved to avoid a crash. The party house came into view and Sabrina slammed the brakes, both girls lurched forward in their seats.

“Whoo!” Sabrina shouted. “Let’s go again!!” Several boys came out of the house each holding a drink of something red and probably full of junk.

“Sabrina’s goin’ joy ridin’!” They all hopped into the car, sloshing red all over themselves. Melodie groaned, reaching for the door handle, it was locked.

“nuh-uh sweet cheeks. You’ll miss the fun!” The boy behind her grabbed Melodie’s shoulder. The car started moving, reaching high speeds and screaming through stop lights and breaking every traffic law. Meleodie shut her eyes. The wind whipped past her fact, light blazed by. She heard a horn, then a crash, then nothing.

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She opened her eyes to a white room and the smell of antiseptic. A nurse in a cheesy pink uniform leaned over the bed, adjusting something. More specters wandered around the room. It was probably where they died. Melodie sat up. She ached all over.

“What happened?” She said unoriginally. “The nurse looked at her sympathetically.

“There was a car crash honey; you’ve been out for days.”

“Days!” Melodie swing her legs over the side of the bed. “I gotta get out of here.”

“No dear, you have to wait for your family to check you out.”

“No family, I have to get home! My ani--” The nurse cut Melodie off midsentence.

“Dearie, you have to stay here.”Melodie sat back on the bed, crossing her arms. The nurse left the room. Immediately Melodie started disconnecting herself from the wires and tubes around her. He climbed out of bed, reaching for her clothes slung across the back of the chair, she slipped on the jeans as she left the room, pulling her jacket on over the hospital gown she was still wearing. She burst out of the front doors and almost directly into a specter. She stopped abruptly, knowing she looked like she just ran into an invisible wall. Melodie stared at the specter. It stared back, strangely aware.

“Um, mister?” Melodie addressed the ghost. “You um, you’re in my way.” The ghost stared at her, incomprehending.

“In your way?” His voice echoed strangely, he sounded annoyed. “You can see me?”

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Joey Faron
age:17
apearance: Slim with a nice tone of muscles, Short wavy sandy blond hair, with a set of bright green eyes. slightly tanned skin complexion. Likes to wear orange t shirts with gleaming black jackets, and black jeans.
Personality: Headstrong, Defiant, Moderately smart, wants to do right.
History: His mother was killed giving birth to his younger brother when he was 6, his younger brother died of cancer at the age of ten. When he was alive he could catch the outlines of locked souls.-chimerakiller2

Jim Reaper
age: Dunno, looks like a teen.
Appearance: Wears classic reaper uniform, black hood, black cloak, black clothes (tunic and pants with black boots, soft) Carries a sword. A scimitar, that arabian one. Dark hair, black eyes, pale skin. Skinny and average height.
Personality: Serious, talkative, acts human, not reaper-like at all.
history: He's new to the reaper business.-Jsimmons

Melodie Parks
Age:17
Appearance: Brunette, green-blue eyes, a bit on the short side, thin. Usually wears jeans and a denim jacket,
Personality:Good natured, can read people very well. She can see the lost souls wandering around her home town, however, she has never been afraid of them, she sometimes feels sorry for them, but tries to block them out as much as possible. Despite her good nature she has few human friends, she tends to get along better with animals -Mcayla

Illianna Dianne
Age: 16
Appearance: of medium height. Is stronger than she looks. She has light blonde hair and green eyes. He wears a light blue top with short sleeves. She wears a comfy pair of blue jeans. Has white running shows on.
Personality: is very talkative and is found annoying by people. She can't understand why. She appeared dim but is actually really smart. Has a short temper
History: was abandoned as a child by her father who hated her because her mother died giving birth to her. She was shoved away to an orthanage where she gained a reputation. People learned to leave her be or regret it. She got in an argument with a mysterious guy. He is continually tormenting her-Elf

Éire Patrice
age:17
apearance: Slim and tall. She has dead straight jaw lenght brunette hair and silver eyes. She likes to wear day dresses on every occasion.
Personality: Éire is stubborn and likes getting what she wants. Her mind is always thinking of anything but the task at hand. She is very book smart but says exteremly stupid things.
History: Éire had a brilliant life - Good grades, good friends and a very loving family. That was until a tall man dressed in black clothes decided to murder her brutally. Now she remains as a locked soul wander the earth looking for a reaper. -Literally-Exquisite

Allyshia (Ally for short) Hale
Age: 26
Apperance: Short jet black hair, wears ripped black jeans, studded belt, black biker boots with silver buckles, black leather jacket with shoulder and wrist studs. She's 6'2 with lithe muscles, wears alot a dark makeup, heavy eyeliner and bloodred lipstick. She has septum, eyebrow, and lips peircings.
Personality: Very broody and morbid. Has a short temper fuse but has moments where she goes out of her way to be nice.
History: Was raised in a normal family, had a nice life, well treated. She turned goth at the age of 15 when her bestfriend was killed by a drug overdose. She's street smart but not book smart. -Li17

updated Dec 13 '11 by chimerakiller2