He didn’t really know this kid outside of class so he wasn’t really the boy’s friend but more of an acquaintance. Yet, he found himself in this cemetery. Marcus Von Brittough was his name.
He looked up and noticed he was alone, the funeral must have ended. He turned around to see the cars exiting onto a back road heading to town. There wasn’t a single living being in the cemetery now. He walked past the freshly dug grave, into the crypt, and laid down in his coffin. Yes his coffin. He was an Undead. Not living, yet not dead.
After an eternity of laying there he floated out of the coffin and out of his crypt. He didn’t bother acting human, he knew there would be nobody in the cemetery this early. He floated through the wall the ghosts call The Barrier-because they are forbidden to pass through-and began walking towards the high school. He had to blend in or he would have to wait a hundred years, when everyone he knew was dead, in order for him to walk amongst the living once again.
He walked into the classroom he was assigned, took his seat, and waited for class to start. The teacher walked in followed by a white shroud. There had been more of these recently than ever. He called them Ghasts, they were the left over husks of ghosts. And if left for too long they would take over a humans body and seek immediate destruction. Anything and everything was their target.
He cursed silently to himself knowing that if he acted in order to destroy it his cover would be blown, and then the Ghasts would run wild for a hundred years. He couldn’t risk it. He had to wait for a chance for the Ghast to be alone with him.
He blinked and it was gone. What they never moved that fast, what happened? Something must’ve happened, but what?
The teacher shivered for a second and then resumed the lesson that had been started when he was watching the Ghast.
He waited and watched. Watched and waited. And finally the bell rang, the students left, leaving him and the teacher. She made the mistake of turning her back on him. Almost instantaneous he grabbed a pair of scissors off the desk and slit her throat. And as her blood jumped for the chalkboard, the Ghast floated out of her body and thinned into nothingness.
But that brought about its own consequences. A sole shriek rose above the noise of the students. A girl stood in the doorway, that’s when he truly noticed himself. He of course wouldn’t get off Scott free with his appearance, he had blood all over his shirt and the murder weapon was clearly the scissors still in his hand. He turned around and ran out through the wall, he couldn’t bring the scissors with him. They clanged against the wall and fell to the ground. Only then did the girl look up and stop screaming. He at least got a clean getaway.
He floated into his crypt, into his coffin. He didn’t dare move. And he began his 100 year sentence.
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Name: Marcus Von Brittough
Type:Undead
Age:appears 17 true age unknown
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Bio:As told in story
