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Skeletons. Curse. Murders. Follow Tike Henezingson on her twisted journey with the worst friend ever. From the electric fence of the compound where she meets her father, to the exotic, hidden jungle of her friends' hideout, Tike must find a way to rid herself of her age-old curse. Will she survive? Will she become a murderer, just like her friends? And will she ever find a way to live happily with her whole family?


3. Free Falling

Tike Henezingson, Day 10 of my Diary.


I hope the wounds heal up soon. I won't be able to go hunting with her and Gorge. Gorge. The one person who understands how I feel about.. Well, everything wrong in my life, my problems and my... Curse... Or blessing, depends on how you feel about it. A lot on what... What you... What you think. Whether popping out of ones skeleton is... Cool, awesome, freaky... Well, whatever you think, my Dad must be alive, I just know it. I feel it in my bones. Another curse on my family. I'm worried now. He seems stronger, much, much stronger. Gorge said he saw what was left of him yesterday, his pale pink, unmoving body parts strewn all over the grassy floor of the old jail compound. That can only mean one thing. She found him. She, of course, is Number 2. The new force. And that could mess up my future plans rather... inconveniently. How quaint that he should join me in my foul career. For what used to be my Father, just became one of my many enemies.


Mother came up to me, and began to question what Gorge reported to the office yesterday. "PinkFox" She said, using my code name. "We found the remains of your father yesterday. No bones, just flesh. I want to know what the hell happened to him!" She seemed forced and that made me very, very uncomfortable. I looked at Gorge on her right for help, but he turned away, seemingly interested in a silver leaf on the floor, blowing majestically in the wind, harmless, yet harmful at the same time. I could feel my skeleton jolting again, pushing it's way out. I like my skin, I hope I can get it back soonish. Hmm, I wonder what she'll say. Gorge didn't seem to understand me when I looked at him with pleading eyes. What a fool he is. 


"Well? Speak up!" She was not patient, not even in the slightest. What witty one-liners can think up for this situation? 'I'm feeling a little... Hollow'? 'I feel a bit... Chilly'? I'll have to think of something fast, it's going to happen any minute now. OW! Jesus Christ! Ok... Ok... Ok... There goes the... First finger...

"You'll find out... Out... Find out soon... Out soon..."

"Miss, I think she's..."
"Shut up Gorge! Get on with your... Contract..." Remember when I said she was like a Mother to us? She's very strict. I think my bedroom is a bit messy, whoops.


Ow my... Ok, I think the hand is... Making an appearance... I didn't think that it would be this painful... My Dad... He's really, really, really strong... I can't even... #1 Public Enemy stared at me with her cold, grey eyes. Unmoving pupils barely standing out against the grey snowstorm... Focus... Must remain conciousness... Please, doctors! Someone! Anyone! I need medical attention! Help.... Someone, anyone! Please!
"Miss, please... I need... Need... Medic... Hel-"I think that by the look on her face, my arm just popped out. Gorge looked, no, scratch that, stared, at my arm. Looking down, I could tell that my knee wanted in on this party. Next, I'm sure, will be my legs, my other arm and then maybe and full body and head. For the first time, in ages, I feel... Alive. I stood, in awe, of my ability to keep a steady hand while transitioning...


Alive, what a wonderful feeling. Dead, what I am to be. Free falling through my fleshy life. Seeping out memories, from dirty to clean, in the form of a small, reddish  stream. They call me The Phantom Killer, and yet I still follow orders from her greatness, the Grandmother of us all, even after what happened with me, Gorge and Kyarian. The doctors came just in time to see me as my alive skeleton, with my cold personality trapped inside. Suddenly, the pain stopped. I guess my first transition was over. I was, and will hopefully never stay, a skeleton, alive with my naked personality still trapped inside. Alone in the world with my only... Parent... left as my sworn enemy. My life had literally been bored down to the basics, marrow and bone had never gone so perfectly together.

Waiting, just waiting, to be human again.

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