Tony Volf's Story

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Walking across the dimly light street of New York, the abandoned buildings lining its sides, Tony looked side from side. Something was feeling wrong, but he couldn't place it. He had been squatting in a nearby building for a week now, and was getting ready to leave tomorrow when a feeling of evil hit him like a baseball. Now he was trying to find its source.

Then he could feel it like a perfect prick. Tony was not empathetic, but he could feel the evil of ghosts, almost as if he had some kind of organ for it, but just like an organ, it was not perfectly precise. He could get a pretty good general area, and the house stunk of what he could sense.

The house was the oldest on the block, often the spot for 'ghost hunters' and brave teenagers trying to prove themselves. It could not have been just one, no. It had to be more. Tony spotted a small opening in the fence that must have been used by the teenagers.

Going through the opening, Tony put a hand on his blade's handle. It was under his cloak, which made people nervous enough without the sword. He slowly approached the back door, constantly watching his sides and back. Drawing his sword, he smashed the rusty old lock, then slowly opening the door with a loud creek. Sword in hand, fire in the other, Tony slowly strode into the house.

From the corner of his eye, the form of a crying teenage girl shot up. It came at him, fingers being wielded like claws, the smell of evil radiating from its form. Tony stepped off to the side, bringing his sword up so that the ghost's momentum loped off its own head. That could not have been it. The ghost was far too recent to have been the source.

Tony stopped in the hallway that held the 2 entrances to the house, dead in the middle with the staircase off to his right side from which his sword hung. He knew that he heard something, but he did not feel a presence, thus he knew that it was not a ghost. The real question was 'what is it?'

Tony flipped the hood on his cloak up to keep them from seeing his face. Them being whoever made the sound from outside. He would be ready to put a few small cuts into some 'smart' or 'brave' teenagers who decided on coming to this house. If it were another like him, well, he wouldn't know what to do.

Upon coming in, one might think that they were encountering the Grim Reaper, as Tony held his blade tight enough that his fingers came to a near bone white. He also gave off that feeling of being on edge, and ready to attack at any moment. Hopefully his presence would be enough to deter whoever else was getting near him.