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     He stood outside the house. He was in plain sight, but anyone who walked to the house, or out of the house didn't see him. That was one of the reasons his employers, and friends called him "Ghost". He had the natural ability of cloaking. He simply had to think that someone couldn't see him, and guess what, no body noticed him, and he could get away with just about anything. It was one of his talents and he had no problem using it.

     Ghost didn't carry any weapons, just the limbs that the gods gave him, a black t-shirt, and a pair of forest colored cargo pants. He didn't like weapons, and the less he wore, the better.  He was only nineteen, but his talents hadn't gone unnoticed by some very powerful people, people he’d never met. What ghost hadn't figured out yet was why they were wanting him to go after some no-name druggy gang-banger.

     He gazed at the house and wondered though, 'Hmm.... I wonder just how deep that bastard is.'

     He had been recruited by an employer to get into this old two story  house. No one knew who owned it, but everyone knew though, that someone lived there, since the electricity, water, and gas were all being paid for on that house.

     Ghost wasn't exactly sure where his target was, but he didn't want to be in there any longer then he had to be.

     He took two steps and hopped over the picket fence, then started a slow, low stanced jog around the house, looking for entrances into the house, ones that he could easily enter, without being noticed to heavily. Then he saw it, a basement well, with a window. He walked over to it slowly, and looked down into the hole for any tripw wires, or anything else that might give himself away. Once he had decided he didn't see anything, he took a step and hopped down into the well, landing with a soft thud, raising a little dirt from his landing. He scrunched down and peared into the dully lit basement, what seemed to be a family room.

     He opened the window slowly, trying to not alert anyone to his presence. While he was a Ghost, if he made to much movement at once, he would be found. Once he had the window open, he twisted himself around and slid into the basement of the old abandoned house, feet first, landing with an even softer thud.

     He let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting and saw something he hadn't saw at first. Two thugs, sitting on a couch, across the room, playing some video games. He looked at where they were, and didn't see any sign of a staircase. He took a slow survey of the room from the south end he was at. He saw two rooms on his left, looking like bedrooms, he'd have to check those out. He also looked to the north end of the room and once again saw the couch with the two thugs. To their left was a closed door, and beyond that, he couldn't see anymore.

     He checked the first room, which was almost pitch black, and he could see the outline of a body. He walked slowly over to the sleeping form and got his face close to the face of the sleeping form and smiled, knowing that this wasn't the form he was looking for. He left a small token on the chest of the sleeping form... an Ace of Hearts with the pictureof a ghost over the center heart.

     He walked back out of the room and slinked into the next room, which was the bathroom and didn't see anyone in, but he then heard foot steps. Ghost pressed himself against the wall, behind the door and waitted for the next body to enter the door. He saw the form, saw the door close, and saw the light go on. At this point, everything went into slow motion for Ghost. He reached out, wrapped his arm around the neck of the body, locked it in with his other arm, and then he cinched in the pressure, while bringing his lips to the persons ear and whispered a soft, "Shhhh...."

     The person tried to struggle, but the struggles quickly became faint, and the guy passed out. Ghost held the pressure for a few more seconds, and then sat him d own on the toilet, and peered out the door.

     He saw the second thug on the couch. He simply walked up, knowing the thug would think it was his friend. He looked to his left after he got past the closed door and saw that it was an opening into another bedroom. He stood behind the second thug, leaned down so they were about head level, and quickly wrapped his arm around the thugs neck, making it a tight closure, locking it in once again with his other arm, leaning in close and once again, whispering into the thugs ear, "Shhhh...."

     Once the body went limp he let go and moved over to the last room in the basement, another bigger bedroom. This one had a single computer monitor on, open to some database. He figured this could be useful,  so after looking the room over, and seeing no body, he copied all the documents onto a CD that was laying around. He stuffed the cd into one of his pockets in his cargo pants, then moved to the stairs, and slowly made his way up the stairs. Not making a sound, and slowly pearing around the safety wall of the stairs to see what was moving around on the ground floor. He stuck his head around the corner and took in immediately what he saw. A living room, immediately visible about thirteen or so feet away was a kitchen, and another thug was in there cooking something.

     Ghost sniffed in the air and almost gagged and thought, 'Well... whatever they're cooking, it certainly isn't legal.'

     He peered farther around the corner and saw a television, on, but he couldn't if anyone was watching it. Ghost knew he was at the disadvantage here. He was gonna be on open ground, and no matter how well he could hide his presence, people still had a habit of noticing people that weren't supposed to be there.

     He stood up, took a deep breath and simply got up and walked into the kitchen, not looking behind him, thinking that boldness was the way to go. Sure enough, no one even bothered to see if Ghost was apart of the household. Ghost walked into the kitchen and saw that it was indeed illegal, there were many chemicals on the table, and things were cooking on bunsen burners and on the stove.

     He stood there for a few moments, looking at the man and then walked over to the door on the right and saw a laundry room, and stepping into it, and to the otherside, to another door, he found himself outside. He thought to himself, 'Hmm.... this could be real useful..'

     Ghost walked farther into the backward and saw that it was fairly open, and yet, there were enough places that he could toss an unconcious body to, that he'd have no issues hiding one. He grinned slightly and walked back to the laundry room and stood in the door frame and while turned, as if walking for the outside, he said, "Hey man, wanna go out back and get a smoke with me?"

     Ghost jerked his thumb towards the door, and started walking, hoping that Mr. Thug Cook would follow. He stood on the outside of the door, and waitted patiently. Sure enough, the door started to creek open. Unfortunately, two thugs came out. Ghost muttered to himself but tensed himself up for the oncoming fight.

     The two guys walked out and looked at Ghost, looked him up and down and then the thug with a fairly prominent over bite said, "You're not a familiar face...", he looked ghost over a little more and continued, "You're new ain't ya?”

     Ghost let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief and nodded, “Ya, I’m new. I was told to meet the head honcho. But I ain’t been able to find ‘em.”

     The two thugs looked at each other quickly, then back at Ghost, and the second thug, with his hair tied back in a ponytail said in a slow yet deliberate voice, “Ya, all new recruits are supposed to see the boss... C’mon, we’ll show you to ‘em.”

     The two thugs opened the door and waitted for Ghost.

     Ghost shrugged  and walked in the door, feeling the thugs take up position behind him, side by side. The two thugs led him through the laundry room, through the kitchen and into the living room. He took a quick glance as he was being led past the guys relaxing, and noticed there was two more. Ghost filed that away for later use and continued to let himself be led. The thugs led him past the living room into a little antechamber of sorts. He looked and saw three doors, and a quick glance up told him that there was a dropdown ladder leading into an actic more than likely.

     The thug with the long hair knocked on the door immediately to Ghosts’ front and waitted until it opened half way. The thug with the prominent overbite gave Ghost a solid push in the back, sending Ghost, stumbling and finally losing his balance, falling face first into the hardwood floor.

     Ghost grunted, and slowly stood to his feet, looking around slowly, thinking to himself, ‘Hmm... this is bad... I think they know that I’m not exactly supposed to be here... I’m boned.’

     He looked around again, then sat down, against one of the walls that felt like it was an outside wall. At that point, he started waitting, he knew something was going to happen, and he still had the data disc he’d copied, so he knew he was ok.

     After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and Ghost got up and walked to the door, he looked around, then looked out into the living room. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong here. He took a couple steps forward out of the room, barely giving him a glimps out of the living room window and right then he knew what the issue was.

     Ghost wasn’t on Earth anymore, where ever he was, he certainly wasn’t in friendly territory. He looked into the expanse of turmoil that was before him, and couldn’t beleive his eyes. The ground was disconnected, blobs of matter were literally bumping into each other. The entire plane he was standing on was in chaos, it was as if he were in the middle of Limbo.

     Ghost looked around the living room and saw none of the previous inhabitants, but he didn’t much care about them at the present time. He walked out the front door and to the edge of what used to be the houses’ front lawn, and he looked down, and all around, and then fell to his knees, shaking violently from what he’d just seen. There was nothing but chaos all around him, small pieces of land everywhere, all the elements were more or less just whirling around in a cacophony of sounds and sights. Ghost groaned loudly and got up, lurching back into the house, collapsing in a heap, in the middle of the living room, not quite sure what to make of his current predicament.

     Once Ghost had regained his composure, he walked back outside and looked around, at all the chaos that was surrounding him and nodded, thinking to himself, ‘I can do this... I’ve been in worse conditions. This is nothing I can’t handle.’

     As Ghost sat near the edge of his current land mass, with the house, he thought to himself , ‘So... how exactly am I supposed to get from here to there. Where ever there might be.’

     No sooner had he thought that, a soft yet very commanding voice entered his mind, ‘Just will it.’

     He blinked and couldn’t help but ask aloud, "Er? What do you mean, will it?"

     The voice replied, with the same response, 'Just will it,' but this time there was an added image, of Ghost, with a small look of concentration on his face, and slowly bringing a small piece of land to the landmass with the house on it, and Ghost slowly stepping onto it.

     Ghost blinked a few times, amazed at the starkingly clear image that had been created in his head. Once the voice and image were gone, Ghost stood up, walked over to the edge of the land mass he was standing on, and looked at a nearby piece of land and willed it into a sizeable piece of land, with air for atmosphere surrounding it. He willed it up against the land mass he was currently on, and stepped onto it. The small land mass he had created, being about twenty feet across, seemed to float about the chaos, following some unknown drift current.

     Ghost sat in the middle of his little landmass, and looked around as he floated around in the chaos. While he sat there he quietly thought to himself, 'Well... shit... How the hell am I supposed to get home? I'm trapped amidst pure chaos, seemingly the only one here, and yet, I've no clue as to why I'm here or who brought me here. Hmm... someone or something is gonna get punched, first thing or person that lands on my little rock, or that I find. 'Cuz this is seriously beginning to irritate me.'

     Ghost sat there on his little island, floating randomly around the chaos that he could only call Limbo, and looked around slowly and said aloud, "YO! Anyone out there!”

     No sooner had Ghost yelled out, he heard a loud resounding roar from out in the chaos. He looked up and saw two large, purplish beasts were hurtling through the chaos, towards him at break neck speeds. He rolled forward out of the center of the dirt island he was on, as they impacted on the far side of the earthen island. He looked around, looking over the lip of the island then back at the beasts, now getting a good look at them.

     The beasts themselves were about twelve foot tall and four feet wide, purple skin, and carapace like claws extending out of their fists, what looked like a thick dark purple shell covering the top of their head, and gaping tooth filled maws. They grunted in a very odd mixture of grunts, growls and snarls, they started at Ghost, and charged him.

     Ghost wasn’t sure what to do, but as he began to think he was going to meet certain death, that all to familiar voice resonated inside his head once again, ‘If you want to live, turn around and dive off this island. If you don’t, you will become the next meal of these two Slaadi.’

     Ghost took a deep breath and jumped off, slowly turning his descent into a dive. First he felt no air as he fell towards a bottomless hole of chaos. Then he fell into what felt like a tunnel of air, and suddenly he was sky diving straight down. As Ghost fell through the wind tunnel, he looked over his shoulder just as he heard the already familiar howl of the Slaadi. It appeared they didn’t need the air, water, fire, or the land to move around. They were deffinately native to this plane, and moved like demons.

     Ghost looked back to the wind tunnel path he was travelling, and saw a very odd thing. What he saw was a fairly large dark age looking castle just floating through the chaos of Limbo.

     As he continued what he considered, now, a descent, he heard that all to familiar voice above the continuing howls of the two Slaadi, ‘Just continue your descent, but please to turn around and land feet first.’

     Ghost nodded and started turning himself in the fall, and got adjusted so he was falling feet first. Not long before that, the the wind tunnel started shooting him towards what seemed to be the front door of the castle. Not long after, he landed on what felt like a giant air cushion, and game to a gentle rest in front of the castle gates.

     Now that he wasn’t worried about landing, he looked up and saw that the two Slaadi that had stopped following him. The two beasts seemed frustrated at where he had landed, and soon after they stopped following him, they turned around and left.

     Thinking to himself Ghost grinned and thought, ‘Well... they obviously don’t like this place, which is good for me.’

     He turned his gaze back to the giant wooden doors that stood before him and waitted patiently, somehow, he knew that he didn’t need to knock.

Description
     He stood outside the house. He was in plain sight, but anyone who walked to the house, or out of the house didn't see him. That was one of the reasons his employers, and friends called him "Ghost". He had the natural ability of cloaking. He simply had to think that someone couldn't see him, and guess what, no body noticed him, and he could get away with just about anything. It was one of his talents and he had no problem using it.

     Ghost didn't carry any weapons, just the limbs that the gods gave him, a black t-shirt, and a pair of forest colored cargo pants. He didn't like weapons, and the less he wore, the better.  He was only nineteen, but his talents hadn't gone unnoticed by some very powerful people, people he’d never met. What ghost hadn't figured out yet was why they were wanting him to go after some no-name druggy gang-banger.

     He gazed at the house and wondered though, 'Hmm.... I wonder just how deep that bastard is.'

     He had been recruited by an employer to get into this old two story  house. No one knew who owned it, but everyone knew though, that someone lived there, since the electricity, water, and gas were all being paid for on that house.

     Ghost wasn't exactly sure where his target was, but he didn't want to be in there any longer then he had to be.

     He took two steps and hopped over the picket fence, then started a slow, low stanced jog around the house, looking for entrances into the house, ones that he could easily enter, without being noticed to heavily. Then he saw it, a basement well, with a window. He walked over to it slowly, and looked down into the hole for any tripw wires, or anything else that might give himself away. Once he had decided he didn't see anything, he took a step and hopped down into the well, landing with a soft thud, raising a little dirt from his landing. He scrunched down and peared into the dully lit basement, what seemed to be a family room.

     He opened the window slowly, trying to not alert anyone to his presence. While he was a Ghost, if he made to much movement at once, he would be found. Once he had the window open, he twisted himself around and slid into the basement of the old abandoned house, feet first, landing with an even softer thud.

     He let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting and saw something he hadn't saw at first. Two thugs, sitting on a couch, across the room, playing some video games. He looked at where they were, and didn't see any sign of a staircase. He took a slow survey of the room from the south end he was at. He saw two rooms on his left, looking like bedrooms, he'd have to check those out. He also looked to the north end of the room and once again saw the couch with the two thugs. To their left was a closed door, and beyond that, he couldn't see anymore.

     He checked the first room, which was almost pitch black, and he could see the outline of a body. He walked slowly over to the sleeping form and got his face close to the face of the sleeping form and smiled, knowing that this wasn't the form he was looking for. He left a small token on the chest of the sleeping form... an Ace of Hearts with the pictureof a ghost over the center heart.

     He walked back out of the room and slinked into the next room, which was the bathroom and didn't see anyone in, but he then heard foot steps. Ghost pressed himself against the wall, behind the door and waitted for the next body to enter the door. He saw the form, saw the door close, and saw the light go on. At this point, everything went into slow motion for Ghost. He reached out, wrapped his arm around the neck of the body, locked it in with his other arm, and then he cinched in the pressure, while bringing his lips to the persons ear and whispered a soft, "Shhhh...."

     The person tried to struggle, but the struggles quickly became faint, and the guy passed out. Ghost held the pressure for a few more seconds, and then sat him d own on the toilet, and peered out the door.

     He saw the second thug on the couch. He simply walked up, knowing the thug would think it was his friend. He looked to his left after he got past the closed door and saw that it was an opening into another bedroom. He stood behind the second thug, leaned down so they were about head level, and quickly wrapped his arm around the thugs neck, making it a tight closure, locking it in once again with his other arm, leaning in close and once again, whispering into the thugs ear, "Shhhh...."

     Once the body went limp he let go and moved over to the last room in the basement, another bigger bedroom. This one had a single computer monitor on, open to some database. He figured this could be useful,  so after looking the room over, and seeing no body, he copied all the documents onto a CD that was laying around. He stuffed the cd into one of his pockets in his cargo pants, then moved to the stairs, and slowly made his way up the stairs. Not making a sound, and slowly pearing around the safety wall of the stairs to see what was moving around on the ground floor. He stuck his head around the corner and took in immediately what he saw. A living room, immediately visible about thirteen or so feet away was a kitchen, and another thug was in there cooking something.

     Ghost sniffed in the air and almost gagged and thought, 'Well... whatever they're cooking, it certainly isn't legal.'

     He peered farther around the corner and saw a television, on, but he couldn't if anyone was watching it. Ghost knew he was at the disadvantage here. He was gonna be on open ground, and no matter how well he could hide his presence, people still had a habit of noticing people that weren't supposed to be there.

     He stood up, took a deep breath and simply got up and walked into the kitchen, not looking behind him, thinking that boldness was the way to go. Sure enough, no one even bothered to see if Ghost was apart of the household. Ghost walked into the kitchen and saw that it was indeed illegal, there were many chemicals on the table, and things were cooking on bunsen burners and on the stove.

     He stood there for a few moments, looking at the man and then walked over to the door on the right and saw a laundry room, and stepping into it, and to the otherside, to another door, he found himself outside. He thought to himself, 'Hmm.... this could be real useful..'

     Ghost walked farther into the backward and saw that it was fairly open, and yet, there were enough places that he could toss an unconcious body to, that he'd have no issues hiding one. He grinned slightly and walked back to the laundry room and stood in the door frame and while turned, as if walking for the outside, he said, "Hey man, wanna go out back and get a smoke with me?"

     Ghost jerked his thumb towards the door, and started walking, hoping that Mr. Thug Cook would follow. He stood on the outside of the door, and waitted patiently. Sure enough, the door started to creek open. Unfortunately, two thugs came out. Ghost muttered to himself but tensed himself up for the oncoming fight.

     The two guys walked out and looked at Ghost, looked him up and down and then the thug with a fairly prominent over bite said, "You're not a familiar face...", he looked ghost over a little more and continued, "You're new ain't ya?”

     Ghost let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief and nodded, “Ya, I’m new. I was told to meet the head honcho. But I ain’t been able to find ‘em.”

     The two thugs looked at each other quickly, then back at Ghost, and the second thug, with his hair tied back in a ponytail said in a slow yet deliberate voice, “Ya, all new recruits are supposed to see the boss... C’mon, we’ll show you to ‘em.”

     The two thugs opened the door and waitted for Ghost.

     Ghost shrugged  and walked in the door, feeling the thugs take up position behind him, side by side. The two thugs led him through the laundry room, through the kitchen and into the living room. He took a quick glance as he was being led past the guys relaxing, and noticed there was two more. Ghost filed that away for later use and continued to let himself be led. The thugs led him past the living room into a little antechamber of sorts. He looked and saw three doors, and a quick glance up told him that there was a dropdown ladder leading into an actic more than likely.

     The thug with the long hair knocked on the door immediately to Ghosts’ front and waitted until it opened half way. The thug with the prominent overbite gave Ghost a solid push in the back, sending Ghost, stumbling and finally losing his balance, falling face first into the hardwood floor.

     Ghost grunted, and slowly stood to his feet, looking around slowly, thinking to himself, ‘Hmm... this is bad... I think they know that I’m not exactly supposed to be here... I’m boned.’

     He looked around again, then sat down, against one of the walls that felt like it was an outside wall. At that point, he started waitting, he knew something was going to happen, and he still had the data disc he’d copied, so he knew he was ok.

     After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and Ghost got up and walked to the door, he looked around, then looked out into the living room. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong here. He took a couple steps forward out of the room, barely giving him a glimps out of the living room window and right then he knew what the issue was.

     Ghost wasn’t on Earth anymore, where ever he was, he certainly wasn’t in friendly territory. He looked into the expanse of turmoil that was before him, and couldn’t beleive his eyes. The ground was disconnected, blobs of matter were literally bumping into each other. The entire plane he was standing on was in chaos, it was as if he were in the middle of Limbo.

     Ghost looked around the living room and saw none of the previous inhabitants, but he didn’t much care about them at the present time. He walked out the front door and to the edge of what used to be the houses’ front lawn, and he looked down, and all around, and then fell to his knees, shaking violently from what he’d just seen. There was nothing but chaos all around him, small pieces of land everywhere, all the elements were more or less just whirling around in a cacophony of sounds and sights. Ghost groaned loudly and got up, lurching back into the house, collapsing in a heap, in the middle of the living room, not quite sure what to make of his current predicament.

     Once Ghost had regained his composure, he walked back outside and looked around, at all the chaos that was surrounding him and nodded, thinking to himself, ‘I can do this... I’ve been in worse conditions. This is nothing I can’t handle.’

     As Ghost sat near the edge of his current land mass, with the house, he thought to himself , ‘So... how exactly am I supposed to get from here to there. Where ever there might be.’

     No sooner had he thought that, a soft yet very commanding voice entered his mind, ‘Just will it.’

     He blinked and couldn’t help but ask aloud, "Er? What do you mean, will it?"

     The voice replied, with the same response, 'Just will it,' but this time there was an added image, of Ghost, with a small look of concentration on his face, and slowly bringing a small piece of land to the landmass with the house on it, and Ghost slowly stepping onto it.

     Ghost blinked a few times, amazed at the starkingly clear image that had been created in his head. Once the voice and image were gone, Ghost stood up, walked over to the edge of the land mass he was standing on, and looked at a nearby piece of land and willed it into a sizeable piece of land, with air for atmosphere surrounding it. He willed it up against the land mass he was currently on, and stepped onto it. The small land mass he had created, being about twenty feet across, seemed to float about the chaos, following some unknown drift current.

     Ghost sat in the middle of his little landmass, and looked around as he floated around in the chaos. While he sat there he quietly thought to himself, 'Well... shit... How the hell am I supposed to get home? I'm trapped amidst pure chaos, seemingly the only one here, and yet, I've no clue as to why I'm here or who brought me here. Hmm... someone or something is gonna get punched, first thing or person that lands on my little rock, or that I find. 'Cuz this is seriously beginning to irritate me.'

     Ghost sat there on his little island, floating randomly around the chaos that he could only call Limbo, and looked around slowly and said aloud, "YO! Anyone out there!”

     No sooner had Ghost yelled out, he heard a loud resounding roar from out in the chaos. He looked up and saw two large, purplish beasts were hurtling through the chaos, towards him at break neck speeds. He rolled forward out of the center of the dirt island he was on, as they impacted on the far side of the earthen island. He looked around, looking over the lip of the island then back at the beasts, now getting a good look at them.

     The beasts themselves were about twelve foot tall and four feet wide, purple skin, and carapace like claws extending out of their fists, what looked like a thick dark purple shell covering the top of their head, and gaping tooth filled maws. They grunted in a very odd mixture of grunts, growls and snarls, they started at Ghost, and charged him.

     Ghost wasn’t sure what to do, but as he began to think he was going to meet certain death, that all to familiar voice resonated inside his head once again, ‘If you want to live, turn around and dive off this island. If you don’t, you will become the next meal of these two Slaadi.’

     Ghost took a deep breath and jumped off, slowly turning his descent into a dive. First he felt no air as he fell towards a bottomless hole of chaos. Then he fell into what felt like a tunnel of air, and suddenly he was sky diving straight down. As Ghost fell through the wind tunnel, he looked over his shoulder just as he heard the already familiar howl of the Slaadi. It appeared they didn’t need the air, water, fire, or the land to move around. They were deffinately native to this plane, and moved like demons.

     Ghost looked back to the wind tunnel path he was travelling, and saw a very odd thing. What he saw was a fairly large dark age looking castle just floating through the chaos of Limbo.

     As he continued what he considered, now, a descent, he heard that all to familiar voice above the continuing howls of the two Slaadi, ‘Just continue your descent, but please to turn around and land feet first.’

     Ghost nodded and started turning himself in the fall, and got adjusted so he was falling feet first. Not long before that, the the wind tunnel started shooting him towards what seemed to be the front door of the castle. Not long after, he landed on what felt like a giant air cushion, and game to a gentle rest in front of the castle gates.

     Now that he wasn’t worried about landing, he looked up and saw that the two Slaadi that had stopped following him. The two beasts seemed frustrated at where he had landed, and soon after they stopped following him, they turned around and left.

     Thinking to himself Ghost grinned and thought, ‘Well... they obviously don’t like this place, which is good for me.’

     He turned his gaze back to the giant wooden doors that stood before him and waitted patiently, somehow, he knew that he didn’t need to knock.