• Kyran was far across the street from the old church, watching other people as they walked by without even noticing the difference. It amazed Kyran how very ignorant people could be, without even realizing it.

    The sun was now a good deal higher then the buildings now. Kyran kept to the shadows, not wanting to be perturbed by others. She merely observed in silence.

    Nobody else noticed her, and she saw no more old black automobiles, so she assumed she was safe for the time being.

    The town clock struck 3 'o clock. Kyran jolted out of her reverie. What day was it? She raked Laura's fingers through her hair, frantic. She darted out of the shadows, stumbling backwards at first.

    The sun blinded her momentarily. Kyran needed the time, the date, the month, everything. She staggered into someone and they shoved her away. Car horns honked loudly at her.

    Kyran ran back into the dark shadows across the street. People shot her looks of discust. She opened the cool glass door to a building and hurridly ran up to the secretary there.

    It was massive inside, and warmer too. Kyran slammed into the counter, and the secretary looked up wrathingly.

    "What day is it?" Kyran rasped, leaning over so she was face to face with the lady. Her panicked expression made the lady stop typing.

    "October 31st, why?" She looked puzzeled and was trying to stay far away from Kyran's face.

    She was almost out of time to find him. Kyran flung herself off the counter and ran back out the doors. The sunlight didn't shock her, and she ran down the now crowded sidewalk.

    People pushed her back when she brushed up against them. Kyran whined with frustration. She darted into a small cramped alley, where a angry cat swatted at her feet after she had stepped on it's tail.

    "Sorry." She whispered and raced down the alleyway. The rotting stench of garbage reached her nose, but Kyran plowed on.

    Brick walls seemed to go on endlessly. Kyran had to come to a stop, the heart beating too wildly inside of her. She needed to find him before it was too late. She rested her head on the cold bricks, panting heavily.

    "You know, it wasn't nice, tricking that girl like that." A voice came from behind Kyran's head. She gave a start and jumped away from the wall.

    Two glowing gold eyes, like a cateye, blinked at her slowly, refelecting her and the brick wall behind her in like a solid gold mirror.

    Kyran was panting heavily, but she knew who this was. Or rather, it.

    "How've ya been, Ky?" The eyes spoke with words Kyran knew well. She fiddled with the knive that was hidden in her pocket still. She stared back, trying to hold the creepy gaze.

    "Pretty good, Death." Kyran whispered, looking down at the filthy ground. The gold eyes unblinkingly didn't look away from her.

    "The only reason I let you kill the ones who betrayed you, was because they were valuble souls. It was more like you did me a favor, ya know? But, given the cirumstances, a death trial is in order, I believe, yes I do." Death spoke softly from the wall.

    Kyran's head snapped up to look at him. "But I'm not done yet! There's still-"

    But she was cut off by a blink of the eyes. A gold thread wove itself out of the wall and wrapped around Kyran. A silvery smokey presence landed by the wall, still sobbing.

    That was Laura. Guilt came back stronger then ever, and remorse for the last person who'd gotten away with Kyran's murder. She thought she saw a glimpse of mirth in the eyes for a moment, but it was gone.

    The thread tightened itself around her. Kyran suddenly let all her old memories flood into Lauras body, filling it with all she had seen.

    Kyran's ghostly little body left Lauras, and the soul of Laura crept back in, and with a sudden gasp, the body was breathing again.

    The gold thread was gone, and the girl was unconcious. Kyran felt her soul slipping back into hell, to be locked away forever.

    Death lied to make her feel better, but there was no trial for a ghost like her. Thin black chains wrapped around her and pulled her away, and soon there'd be nothing left of a girl named Kyran Hishaya.

    And all that was left was a whisper. Barely a remnant of the little girl, but it was there. It hung in the air like a thin fog and covered the girl like a blanket.

    Laura, when she woke, would only remember one detail out of all that had happened to her. One memory.

    A little girls voice, inside her head would whisper,

    'Kill Yori. Kill him. . .'

    Laura then woke up, sprawled out in a filthy alleyway.