Show me what Im [l o o k i n g} for. [Mat}

[Mathew Antonio Valentine]

Sara whimpered, nuzzling her head against her newets master, licking his face gently. Why was master wet? She looked at him with her large brown eyes, still guarding him from what was outside. "Oh hell no! He is not getting away with that..." Matt shuddered, laying on Brax's other side. Between him and Sara no one would get close to Brax tonight, no one would be getting that close again.

[Braxton Reid]

Braxton looked at Sara, then back at Mathew.

"C-can I sleep with yall tonight?" He asked, wanting Mat to hold him, but not wanting Sara to get upset. Aeron bit Mathews leg gently, not even hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to get his attention. Aeron was cold, having been outside.

Braxton reached for Mathews hand, holding it tightly as his hand shook violently. He was scared, scared Mat would leave him. Scared he would hate him now.

[(Seth) Melville]

"Smooth..." came a voice, far too soft to be spoken aloud and yet somehow clear even through the screams and tears of the boy. "Very smooth..." came a scarcastic sneer again, followed by a hollow echoing clapping.

Although he couldn't be seen or felt, there was no change to the volume and the voice seemed to come from inside rather than outside, it was somehow obvious that the spirit had taken a step forwards, looking at him with hollow, unseen eyes. Even to Julie he was invisible, a shadow different and more detached from the mortal plain that a normal wandering spirit. Melville had moved on, and had returned only as a hallucination or memory.

"You know, I thought I could let it slide when you came so close to hurting her in the kitchen..." the voice said, pacing around, "She's a smart girl, she knows when to break you, and you somehow managed to get away with it, even in her eyes..." the voice trailed out, sounding like a breath of wind. "I have to say that I was biding my time from when you tried to destroy one of the few things that meant something to her. Only I get away with that." the voice was smiling, as could be 'heard' from the inflections in the tone.

"But this... this is beyond me. You want Mayu, you call Mayu. Leave me and Diane the fuck out of your twisted games," he said, his voice cold as ice, a shiver chasing around the space where Antosha was.

[Mathew Antonio Valentine]

Mathew wrapped his arms around Brax, holding him tightly. "I wouldn't want you anywhere else... Sara, lights." his voice was silk as he pulled Brax as close as possible. Not wanting the boy to go away even for a minute, even for a second. Sara sniffled loudly at the snake before jumping off and scratching at the light switch till they turned off. She howled shortly, jumping back to her spot on Brax's side, wrapping her tail near the cold scaley thing.

[Antosha Cobb]

"About fucking time, shit face." all traces of his earlier brake down gone, leaving only the hollow and cold Ant. The bastard who didn't give a fuck about anyone. "Nice to hear you again, Seth. How's the dead treating you? Well I hope. Did you manage that ride to hell? I was happy to hear that my bitch of a sister got a ride with you, that idiot would follow you anywhere." he laughed cruely, standing up to his full height. He knew it was pointless to search for his old brother, knew it was stupid to hope his sister had power enough to join him.

"Your worried about princess Dia? How cute! Last I checked you hated your guts, or did that change after you slept with her? Wait, I know! Your trying to impress the girl carrying your baby! Not that it matter now, of course. You managed to kill the whole friggin' family in a hour. Congrats man, I never knew you had that in you! I mean, even I couldn't pull something so cruel, and you've seen me lately so you know all about what I can do." He gave a cold smirk into the air, pushing Julie farther away. No longer hearing her or seeing her anymore.

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville's spirit quivered, the whole place sinking into a deeper cold. He was beginning to see Ant's breath turning white, the puddles of water from rain turning to ice in the place where Melville's spirit stood, the only proof that he was actually in a place. He missed his body, wished for the chance to fight Antosha and to teach him a lesson in manners. Most of the insults washed over him, but the unborn child hurt something deep inside of him.

"No wonder Mayu refused to come...." his said, his voice slicing like glass. "What are you trying to do, Antosha? What are you wanting to achieve? Because if its hell you're after then just come join us, we'd be happy to help." he sneered.

[Antosha Cobb]

"Ohhh, touched a nerve did I? Did you actually want to be a daddy? How. Adorable. If you still had your body I would so be pinching your cheeks right now. I just can't believe the great Seth Melville actually wanted to keep his little girl or maybe it would have been your son. Well, no way to tell now. The Melville line is coming to an end, thanks to you and my sluty sister!" He kept going,kept annoying Seth. Hoping that his old brother would end his life. Have the guts to do something Ant only dreamed of.

"Besides, hell doesn't seem near as much fun now that you, the bitch, and the baby-thing are living there. Me? I'm fancing the afterlife, like Julie. But that's just me. Stupid old me."

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville fought against the anger, only because he was powerless to do anything else. He was used to insults, but it didn't make it any easier for him to bare them, since he was so used to fighting back. He tried to laugh, though the voice was strained as he was trying to find some way of controlling himself, simply because there was nothing he could do. "That's what you want, faggot? To die? You're a coward, and an idiot. I can't do that, even if I wanted to. I'm not a spirit, or a ghost, I don't even have a spiritual body. I have no magic and no physical strength. I'm just a memory. And even if I wasn't, I would never do that - you know I would never kill, or even allow it, no matter how much they deserved it. Too many have died because of me anyway."

[Antosha Cobb]

Ant doubled over in laughter, trying to control his hysteria. "Dear god, that's fucking hilarious! Hell yeah I want to die. Being a gay ass faggot is so old. I mean, I tried fucking a girl. But the stupid bitch broke down before I could screw her. Not that I want you seconds man, but this girl is just so fucking HOT. But god damn man, your sister? Jesus, even I wouldn't have screwed my sister. Now YOUR sister is a whole other story, she isn't off limits. Stupid little whore had to go with another guy, I mean come ON. I would have loved that peice of meat, not love her of course. Just love to get down her pants." he sneered, thinking back to all the hell he'd given her.

Hell yes he would have loved to get down her pants, just like with Brynn. Who said past actions were ever forgotten? Ant still saw everyone as something to screw, or something to back the fuck off of. Every action he'd ever done at the stupid school had been a farce, been an act. It was the perfect crime, for him at least. All this breaking down and crying really took a lot out of him. But it was all worth it for the meat at this school. It was like a walking whore house.

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville's cool voice laughed suddenly, seemingly unaffected by Antosha's words, even though they had seemed to type to at least let some of his anger show. His laughter was strange, unlike any human laughter, changing pitch and speed randomly. "Oh dear, Antosha, you are in trouble... you can't even tell that this is a hallucination..." it came, the voice warping and changing, "Anyone could see you are talking to yourself, driven mad with grief and pain. And even in your own dreams you can't even imagine Mayu by your side. Pathetic, really." he said, his voice starting to warp more and more into Antosha's own voice. "Enjoy your life, Antosha." the voice finished coldly, before disappearing.

[Antosha Cobb]

Ant still laughed, not caring weither his step-brother was real or not. It had given him all he needed to know. He knew it was time, time for him to die at least. Ant snarled at the thin air, the sky bursting open and letting rain pour down. He smirked again and began the walk home, alone, and knowing what he had to do.

-fin-