Partners in Revenge

I stood before a cottage, a once lovely and colorful place, is now covered in the only bright thing in this place, a yellow barricade tape with words saying 'Crime scene' on it, kids used to hang out here while Gunz's mum baked a pie for them all, they usually ate a lemon pie; I never tried it, but everyone says it's good. I don't believe so, lemons are sour, a dour choice of taste, but I digress. It's saddened me to think that, so many had died here, the poor kids, they must've been so confused: but I'm not here to reminisce a place I barely stayed in.

I'm here to solve a mystery! Who killed them and... How? Why? I knew it's not going to be taken seriously by anyone.. But, I could at least ask one if the ghosts what evidence did the killer leave that the police did not find. I snuck inside the abandoned cottage through the window.. The place was empty. If only I had entered this house while the residents was still alive, because people usually say that this place was really warm, it's like magic, at least, that's what it felt like to them, Bianca told me that if I entered, my stress would be drowned out by the warmth of this house.. The couch was so soft, and the family would give her tea... The only bad thing about this house she said: was Gunz, he's a mean bully. But I always loved his bass guitar solos.. It happens rarely because Jake is usually fan favorite in the band. But whenever Gunz plays his part I will usually wanna scream like a crazy fan girl; so I usually avoid their garage concerts to avoid embarrassing myself..

Who always makes fun of anyone, calling him mean would be an understatement because he's rude, brash and over all violent. But despite him, the family would welcome anyone, I explored the kitchen and now. It looks so dull now, the flowers has wilted away, now black in ashes on the dining table, the windows became so foggy over the years. And cobwebs! Left, right, center, up and down... despite the crime scene being cleaned up years ago. The putrid and strong scent of bullets and blood filled the air, it's as if the blood never disappeared. The Missus would always keep a bottle of luminol on the emergency kit, I just needed to find it! I thought to myself, the place—"Argh! Fuck!" I yelled, I felt my knee hit the edges of the table, and my knee began to burn up in pain, I groaned and sat down for a bit. "Fuck it, let's ignore the luminol. Who wants to see where the blood splatter anyway?" I told myself, I knew I had to do my business, so I stood up again, and explored the backyard. This place used to be so lively,

Now it's frozen in time with bullet holes on the fence, the wall behind me, and a splatter of blood on the wall the cleaners forgot to wash off , just then, someone tapped me from behind, and I felt a chill down my spine, my whole body went limp, nobody was with me. I was alone, just then, something or someone violently threw something at me, and it hit my shoulder, whatever is in here. Didn't want me to be here, I think. But I have to! I'm not leaving yet! I turned around and looked down to see a piece of paper wrapped around a rock. I unwrapped the paper and saw a brightly colored picture of four clowns, two of whom looked familiar, the green one looked like... Aha! Emiri Yoon! Hmm, it's probably a coincidence, after all. People loved her style, and the other one. Him. On the other hand... He looked so familiar... Pink eyes.. Peachy blonde hair... But he's too heavily covered in clown make up for me to make out who he was. There's no way, it's a coincidence! I and my brother is obviously not the only one with strawberry blonde hair; and besides. My brother is in the 'Criminal States Asylum for Juveniles' : CSAFJ for short....so it's not him.

But, this is definitely an interesting clue. So I placed it inside my backpack and explored more of the yard. Everything and everywhere was cleaned off by the crime cleaners of the FBI. So they do their job well, but it's not convenient for me. Duh, I'm trying to solve a murder that went cold for five years. I head back inside after thoroughly investigating everything in the backyard... I couldn't find anything... So I picked out my spirit box and wore my headphones, I plugged the wire right in and turned it on. All I could hear was a faint radio static. I couldn't hear more. So I decided to tilt my headphone to my right, so that my left ear can still hear the loud static. While my right wouldn't I knew wearing the whole thing would stop me from hearing myself.

So, I cut to the chase and answered some questions "H-Hello? I'm Dolly Rose, or. Dolly Rosette, whichever you prefer.. I come in peace, and I just want to know. Who killed you guys? What happened??" to my surprise, someone answered milliseconds after I asked them, they said "Those people? Those clowns you saw in the picture??? Yeah, the pink ass bitch fucking killed everyone with my dad's shotgun." The voice was static but very clear, and he sounded very bitter about it, he somewhat had a very familiar annoyed tone, but I was too excited to realize that voice belonged to someone I knew: Gunz. I could've never had felt this excited in my entire life!! I'm talking to an actual ghost!!! Ok, enough of my blabbering. Let's cut to the chase, I stayed focused, trying to gather the information "Were... You the one that threw that rock at me??" the light began to flicker once, I was amazed! Ghosts are real!! I kept my composure considering that, he probably doesn't want to hang with me, and then I replied "I'll take that as a yes.."

So I cleared my throat and asked another question "How did he manage to get a hold of the shotgun??" the spirit box began to buzz for a bit, for at least three minutes before he answered "The gun, was carelessly left out in the open.. I should've done what dad said and place it back inside... None of this would've happened..." He tried to hide his brittle voice by sounding gruff, but.. I could tell, he was regretful, ashamed, even.. "Whatever had happened wasn't your fault, it was the clowns." I told him as gently as I could "You don't fucking get it, do you?!" he cried out, causing the headphones to screech and ring my ears as his wrath managed to shake my head.. Causing the innards of my brain to spasm in pain.

It ceased once he had calmed down. He didn't apologize though, but it was my fault, I should've never had pressed on the matter.. Feeling guilty, I said "Hey, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have—"

Then, a creaking sound echoes from above.. "Follow that." the static voice from the spirit box told me... I reluctantly followed the sound of a creaking door, opening and closing again and again. And again and again and again..

My heels tapped on the stairs lightly, I could feel a cold presence right in front of me, even if it was best if I had just run the fuck away.. Something about that noise.. The cold presence.. Seemed to have calmed me, it was like, my body was moving on its own, despite the fact that I knew danger was ahead, but... The adrenaline.. The drive to survive wasn't there with me.. I felt so relaxed as I followed and found the source.. The door, has a sign, edgy signs that says, keep out, and the name, 'Gunz'.. So I went inside and the door began to creak loudly, I felt something went past me.. It was cold swoosh that went past my left..

I felt like I was being pulled into this room, and I couldn't notice the room I was in, I couldn't observe my surroundings, this magnetic pull only pulled me towards a red bass guitar.. I couldn't stop it, my body didn't want to anyway.. Ugh!! Stop it Dolly!! Get a hold of yourself! I wanted to think that way.. But.. Even my mind wasn't working..

Then, I sat on his bed.. And reached out to the base guitar and grabbed it; My fingers were pressed on the strings.. Despite nobody being with me, I could feel something pressing against my fingers.. Someone's cold hands guiding mine to strum a dark and heavy cord, and then, another one..

Until it made a rhythm, a familiar rhythm.. Yes, this was the song, the song Bianca jammed with. With her boyfriend Jake! The lead singer.. In his.. Err...garage band, with Gunz! Playing the bass guitar! It was very energetic and loud, the bass really the beat of the song.. They usually sing in the garage, it's a song called, 'My love, Bianca..' Jake made it for her, she'd always swoon to this tune. But, unlike the energetic rock love song it was... There were no drums.. No guitars.. No pianos.. No singers.. Just me.. The bass guitar.. And my controlled fingers.. It was heavy, and low.. Compared to the original, this one is more deeper, and darker... I'm sure of it—it's Gunz. This is his house after all, his room too... And the static voice.. Sounded a lot like his. His rough and velvety voice.

I was in too much of a trance to notice the objects around me shaking violently.. As the tune gets louder and faster, and more erratic, the beat became more jumpy and energetic, sometimes it would go off tune from time to time.. A nice little rhythm from something that started off so melancholic. Suddenly I feel a gush of cold wind peck and swoosh around me and my eyes.. All I could do was continue playing the bass guitar as my unblinking eyes' water in the touch of the wind.. Suddenly

The bass guitar became much lighter to the touch.. This time, I felt something let go of my hands.. And the bass guitar started to levitate and play itself in a more erratic and chaotic tune.. I sat there, in awe. At the sight of something... The wind was forming something... Before I could even figure it out, the sound of the bass guitar.. Popped like a gun.. And.. My vision blurred, and I could see a figure.. But I couldn't make out what or who it was.. I tried not to black out, for some reason.. That sound, gave me pain all over my body, it burns. So much... And I could feel something beating me over and over again.. I tried to make out what it was... But all I saw.. Was blur.. A pink blob with a funny hat. That same pink blob wore.. Make up?? I couldn't tell, it looked like pie.. No it was very badly made.. I couldn't move.. My vision was so blurry and narrow. Just then, I felt this sharp pain slowly diving itself inside my left ear.. And cackling noise of some sort of evil.. All I could do

Was scream in agony, I couldn't move; my body was in too much pain.. All I could do was try to move head away from the blob trying to take my eye.. I heard it say something.. The voice was so familiar.. It definitely wasn't from Gunz, because this one was too raspy, it sounded like a monotonous voice trying to make their voice have volume.. He said "don't worry, we're almost done~!"

Before my eye could pop off.. I felt my body being pulled away from that pink blur.. Before I could open my eyes again.. I could hear a faint voice.." Hey Cunt Face." I jumped up, to the sound of a familiar voice, I checked my eye if it was still there; thank heavens my left eye wasn't actually lopped off! What a nightmare!

I turned around, and jumped off of bed at the sight of Gunz "Eeeeeek!!!!! GUNZ?!?!" the now ghastly figure of Gunz, he sat at the bedside.. His blond locks now covered in his own blood.. His knuckles were white and red.. Gunz's freckled body was now coated in bruises in all types of colors: blue, green, purple, black, and some where a mix of all those colors. And, he has gunshot wound on his left thigh, and his red eyes gleamed in pure fury, his neck was obviously must've been slashed by a knife, and his forehead has blood raining down all over his face..

He was hard look at, but.. I wasn't scared that much, I've seen worse. But I feel bad for him, he didn't deserve any this.. Nobody deserves to be killed in senseless slaughter..

So, I took up all my courage, and looked at him in the eye.. "Gunz.. Is that.. Really you?" He rolled his eye and said sarcastically "Miss me??" I sighed in relief "Oh goodie! That means." I cleared my throat and grabbed my notebook, he tilted his head and cynically asked "Why the fuck you here??" I hummed to myself before replying "To investigate.. I want to know what happened here." He pointed at the picture I have "Dumb fuck, you already have your first clue!!" I looked over and grabbed the picture of the clowns, "So, it was you." I sternly but not to sternly told him, before adding "You threw that rock at me, with this picture wrapped around it!" "No shit, Sherlock. " He said with an expression if annoyance..

"So... Do you know anything about... The pink blurry blob I saw in my dream???" When I asked.. He pointed at the pink clown, he then turned his eye towards me and said "That's him.. That means the curse worked" It took me a minute to register what he said before I replied with "What....?" "I cursed you."

I could feel my mind going blank, but I stop myself and tried to calm down.. "W-Why?" He chuckled slightly, before blowing out in a cackle "My revenge, duh! It's been five fucking years! And nobody (but you) tried to solve our case!" He then added, crossing his arms and floating about "Besides; You're the only one that went here.. So I took my shot."

My face, my mind; it all went... Blank.. My brain stopped me again from feeling stressed, my eyes dilated and all I could hear was.. Ringing. While I was at this state; Gunz kept on snapping his fingers, trying to get me back, he scoffed" Fuck is this what Bianca meant? What a sore loser." He desperately continues to snap fingers "Earth to sore eyes~! Fuck!" He desperately shook my shoulders back and forth until I snapped out of my blank state.

And then, I returned to waking world, confused.. But forced to face the reality of my nosiness; I looked at Gunz, who was floating about,.. I felt very terrified for the first time in years, my hands went limp and cold and my legs began to shiver.. I could feel my hair rise up in all the stress and I felt like I was about to space out and disassociate again until his cackling interrupted that.

"Hahaha!! You should've—What the fuck!" He continues to laugh and laugh and laugh until one word caught my attention when he said "Boy! I feel bad for Bianca! She was tooooottally right when she had trouble trying not laugh when you black out!!" The reality of his words caught up to me, and I tried to hide my brittle voice.. But he can tell when I said "She said that?"

"Err... Yeah? She talks loads of shit when you're away! What?? Wasn't it obvious??" he floats around until he pointed to a nearby tape "I keep tapes so that, when I grow up, I can look back at it." I took the tape he pointed at, and popped it inside a DVD player.. And turned in the TV.. It played, Gunz looked back at it, sorrowfully. He was alone now, and dead; all his dreams to become a Rock star with his friends will never happen.. Because of.. That pink clown; he tried to hold it back.. And I could tell that, I didn't care that Bianca wasn't an honest friend to me. Gunz is the one that had it rough..

I tried to approach him as gently as I could "Hey..I'm so sorry.." He tried to hold back his tears but kept his tough guy persona "Y-You should be crying!! Fucking bitch! I-I'm a man!.. I'm. I'm... I'm a..." his voice started to become brittle, at what seems to be an attempt to make me cry because Bianca wasn't a real friend.. Made him cry, because of how much he missed being alive.." Nobody's gonna care.." He said between chocking in his own tears.."I was an asshole before, and I bully people because I'm insecure! Now it's... It's just me in this house!! My friends, My mom! Dad, my brother! They're not here anymore! I don't know why I'm here!!"

"Gunz.." I pause, trying to think of what I should next, before replying with "I wish you knew.. How much.. They care about you, and everyone that died here.." That seems to catch his attention, his voice was laced in venom "You're lying.." I shook my head and answered with all my heart "No Gunz..they do, your friends outside the band cares, your cheating ex even sobbed after you died, your victims.. Well, not so much, but they knew death wasn't a good punishment for a school brute." I knew what I said was a lie, he did too, furthermore I added "They care, Gunz. I wish I could explain how terrified and excited I am, to see you again.. Well, except the fact that you said.. I'm cursed?" He nods slightly, he seemed to have calmed down an inch, he knew I tried to comfort him.. Though I wasn't very good at it.. Nobody missed him really.. And.. People seemed really happy with the fact that.. He's dead..

"Please.. Stop lying" He asked.. His voice laced with a tint of sorrow, and I smiled and answered "Well..you're.. You're right..But.. I loved your solos.." I had to admit that.. Not to keep it out of my chest, but in the hopes that it'll make him feel better.. I hope.

He turned away for moment, and I was thinking: Oh god what have I done?!?!

I was panicking until I heard him chuckle.." You're nervous.." He chuckled again, and I noticed how red his dead face was.. So I jabbed at him playfully "Well, not as much as you, moron!"

He gasps in mock offense and said "Says the one who got cursed by me!" I scoffed and asked "Why did you even curse me? I didn't even do anything to you." he floated around and said "You didn't.." And then a yawn escaped his bloody lips, and he cheekily replied "I needed a host to exact my revenge.." "Revenge?"

He nodded; then I asked "But.. What are you gonna do??" he floated towards me and said "To kill him." "You're joking... Right?" I was only met with silence and a smile from him.. "Right....?" He answered with even more silence.

"Dude! I'm not gonna commit murder for you!! That's selfish!" He snapped back "Well too bad, you're stuck. With. Me." I groaned in agony and fear, "that's barbaric and selfish!! I don't wanna go to prison because of what you did!!" and he reassured "Well, you look like a killer so it does not matter!" I felt my veins pump and my heart drop.. All I could think about was my father.. That man.. No.. I don't want to.. No.. No. Not now!!

He immediately realized he stepped a bit too far when he saw my panicked face, he didn't know about my issues but he's still smart enough not to go that far. "H-Hey! Listen, I'm sorry! Just—don't black out!" "How do you know I black out??".. He scoffs and floats around, with his arms crossed "Well, I may look dumb; but I'm pretty smart and sniffin' out bullshit, and Bianca told me while making fun of—Never mind.. Its better if—" "I know.. You said it earlier, she made fun of the fact that I mentally disassociate whenever I... Feel stressed.. I.. Should've known it was too good to be true."

He looked down and said.. "I even laughed... She did it very often, now that I get to witness it myself for the first time..sure it's funny, but.. I never liked it when she did that." As much as I want to shout at him.. He's already been through enough, and I shouldn't be too hard on him.. Right? But I have to lean a bit on it, gently

"It wasn't like that when you laughed at me for it earlier..".. He floated towards me.. And said "I'm.. I'm sorry..." he sounded genuinely sincere, it surprised me, coming from a guy who beats the shit out of people "That's the first time you apologized to anyone." "I say sorry to my mom too you know?" I giggled a bit, and he chuckled back "Oh come on! I'm not that big of a bitch!" "Tell that to your victims!" He began to cackle and snicker "Don't you ever feel sorry for them??"

His face softens a bit.. "Maybe..." he meekly replied, but behind those eyes is filled with years of sorrow and regret.. Things he wanted to say, to do, but it's too late.. Things that feel like weights over his head, but he doesn't want to let go of the pain.. Because he knew he deserves it, for being a bully.. But, he sighs and let's out a cocky grin to hide his inner sorrows and said

"Pack your stuff, we're gonna find this maniac!" I gasp "But, I have asthma! He looks bigger than me!! And I can't just leave my auntie!" He leaned in closer to me, his face inches away from mine as he whispered in the unfulfilled need for vengeance "He's out there, probably killing more kids than a dozen, Doll. He's out there.. I can see him" "How??" he replied with "I can see where he is.. It's an ability, I can see him, it's the same use as the... Crystal ball in fairy tales! Where the witch can see where you are because of said crystal ball." I tilted my head and asked "You have a crystal ball?" he chuckled and ruffles my hair "No, Shortcake. I don't have a crystal ball, dumbass.. I can see where he is when I want to.. Its.. Hard to explain but, basically I can see where he is.. Wherever he goes.. He's beating the blue bitch.." "Why??" He replied, with a lace of pity and sorrow "She did what she's told to do.." I furrow my brows and "Oh, that's awful.."

He smiled and said "Want to join?" I thought for a moment "Sure.. Why not, you cursed me anyways, but... I have asthma." "Oh don't worry, I'll just steal some pills from the pharmacy! Nobody's gonna know duhh." I chuckled and replied.. "Oh, Can I just write to my aunt first?" He laughed out loud "And what?? Tell her you're with a ghost??" I laughed heartily and replied "No! I'm gonna lie to her, obviously.. And what are you gonna do to me, what's the curse?" he hummed and said "I'm gonna possess you!" I never felt so excited in my life! I felt my heart keep in joy "Eeeek!!! You are?!" "You're not freaked out??" "I love ghosts!"

He looked up and down and me and said.. "I.. Can tell, but you were freaked out about being cursed.." I replied "Because.. I thought you hated me!" "I do!" He teased.. He didn't really mean it, I can tell. So.. Now that he's attached his soul to me.. We both walked out.. He lets' out his final goodbyes.. And we left to go to my house.

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