Some of te wanted to know the 'stuff' that my redhead was talking about from a past article. Well, this is it.

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“Elizabeth, what are te doing?” The small ghost had a bag on her back, almost through the front door.

“I’m going to, get something.” Her speech had become much più eloquent and correct. Even though she still looked and act seven years old, she had learned so much it was like she could be in collage.

“To get what?”

“I, left my shovel at the park. I wanted to go retrieve it.”

“Okay. Just be back soon. I’m making cena in a little.” The redhead turned and went to the kitchen, pots and pans could be heard as they moved around. Elizabeth sighed and walked out the apartment, running down the stairs to the streets. People were rushing by, coming home from work o going off to work; it was about that time of day. The little girl hid her face and walked down the streets, turning often and crossing streets until she was quite far from home. Before anyone could see her, she slid into an alley way; a man standing in a black mantello waiting for her.

“Do te have it?” he asked.

“Yes, of course I do.” Elizabeth pulled out a small pouch from her bag and handed it to him. Inside were the oro coins he requested for her item. In return, he handed her an object wrapped in cloth. She opened it, carefully, finding what she wanted: A small dagger. It had a celestial bronze blade and a wooden handle. She wrapped it back up and stuffed it in her bag, in successivo to her shovel she ‘lost’. “Thank te sir.”

“Thank te child,” he detto as her disappeared into the shadows. The little ghost smiled as she ran back onto the street, running back home before Rene killed her for taking too long.


As she ran through the door, the smell of freshly made Cibo hit her nose and instantly made her hungry.

She went to her room to throw the bag in there, and came back out.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Homemade pizza.” Elizabeth’s mouth watered. That was her favorite. At least that would be nice before…

“Sounds good! I’ll set the table!” As Rene pulled out the pizza and set it on a plate, the ghost girl grabbed napkins and plates, setting them out. The redhead set the pizza plate on the tavolo and sat down, and so did Elizabeth.

“Dig in honey!” Elizabeth did as she was told, grabbing a slice and biting into it before it hit the plate. Rene laughed, taking two pieces and putting them on her plate and picked one up, eating it all up.

When they were done, Rene cleared the tavolo and sent Elizabeth to clean up herself.

“Okay,” the little girl detto to herself. “I can do this.” She ran over to her room and shut the door, grabbing her bag and bouncing onto the bed. Elizabeth looked over to an empty spot in the room. /I miss Bentley as my roommate,/ she thought to herself. Carefully, sighing, she pulled out the wrapped up coltello and took it out. “I have to do this,” she mumbled. “It’s the only way.”

“You okay sweetie?”

“Yeah! Fine!” Closing her eyes, she put the tip of the coltello to her stomach, and quickly plunged in inside her. It began dissolving her, slowly, killing her.

“Elizabeth?” There was no answer. “Elizabeth!” Rene burst into the room, finding a half gone ghost in its bed. “No…”

“Hey Rene…”

“Why are te doing this? Why would te do this?”

“Because I don’t want to be here anymore. I mean, I Amore you. So much. te took such good care of me all these years and I will always Amore te for it… But I don’t want to be stuck in this body at this age anymore. My parents died years ago, it’s all over…” and she couldn’t say anymore, because it was dissolved up to her nose, and then. She was gone. All that was left was the knife.

“No. No!” Rene ran out the room, grabbing a thick, black leather bound book and ran back to the room; frantically flipping through. “Bring her back,” she mumbled, flipping to a certain spell. The redhead repeated the words, over and over again, tears covering her cheeks. “BRING HER BACK!” The book glowed as she put her hands on it, absorbing all of the dark magic spells. Her cuore was growing dark and cold, eyes turning black as well; until she had become completely changed from the girl she was. Crying up to the sky, she called “Bring her back!” Once more, and the ceiling grew dark, and a face appeared.

”She cannot be brought back.’

“Why the hell not!” she growled.

”Because she chose this for herself. She does not want it undone.”

“But I DO!”

”It cannot be undone!” And the face and clouds disappeared.

“Oh, I’ll make her come back. No matter what it takes.” Rene wrapped up the coltello and stuck it in her jacket, then left the room, running out the fuoco escape to change what had happened. But now, she would kill anyone that tried to stop her.



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