Fanfic (Excerpt)

Part of my 30 Seconds to Mars 'Fan Fiction.'
I wanted to post something, so here's "something."


Her skin was pale, her hair still dripping wet and her cold, lifeless eyes stared back at us, as if she had no remorse for taking my brother.
“What the f*** have you done with my brother!?” I took a step forward and Tomo’s hand was on my arm, restraining me from going further. The girl –the ghost– just continued staring; didn’t move. I looked at Tomo, who let go of my arm as we both walked towards her. I could feel the tension rolling off Tomo. I knew what he was thinking, so I needn’t have asked. “We don’t have anything to protect ourselves” was all that was running through my mind. That, and Shannon’s laugh, Shannon’s smile…We were a few metres away from the ghost of the girl. Oh, how I wanted to scream at her. It. Whatever it was. I wanted to run at her, charge at her, throttle her and demand answers. I don’t think I was hiding these feelings very well; my fists were balled up, my knuckles white in the slight darkness. Once again, like last time, the ghosts pale eyes flickered lifelessly to me. It felt like she was staring straight through me, into something deeper. My soul, perhaps? My eyes narrowed and I could feel Tomo right beside me. “What have you done with him?” I asked as calmly as possible. Tomo shifted beside me.
“We just want him back…” He muttered. She paid no attention to him; her eyes were still on me. Cold. Watching. I got a chill as she spoke.
“It’s too late. You are too late.” Her eyes never left mine.
“BULLS***!” I yelled, taking a defiant step forward. In that instant, she vanished with a loud screech, like a microphone too close to the speakers. I lifted my arm in defence, as if she was coming right towards me, but as I removed my arm from my eyes, I was once again staring at nothing. I started to sob. My eyes were wet with tears that refused to fall. I could sense Tomo behind me still, afraid to interrupt me. I turned and he was standing, stunned. My eyes were still wet, and I wanted to cry badly, but I didn’t. I regained composure, or enough, at least, and made my way closer to Tomo.
“We’d better get going, man.” He said in a hushed voice, as if that ‘thing’ would hear.
“Yeah…” I took one last glance at our refuge, the small little room that would always be known as the room that Shannon disappeared in. I actually had considered never coming to New Zealand again, after all of this was over. But, everything had to be over first to determine that. I sighed and I walked with Tomo across the road, coming to rest outside the tall red iron gates that separated us from the dock, full of possibly hundreds of freight containers, tall cranes and the crashing ocean that I couldn’t see far beyond the concrete plains.