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[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human: Sleepwalker

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

Auden was saying his goodnight’s to Ray and Jay after dinner when he was interrupted by the loud ringing of the old phone in the hallway.

“This is Auden.” he answered plainly after the third ring.

“Hey,” a tired male voice replied. “So, uh, looks like there’s a storm coming in so we can’t finish the camp. We’ll be packing up tomorrow, think I’ll get one more flight in. We’ll be leaving in a day or two. I’ll call you again before we do. And don’t worry, I already told Lex.”

“Good to hear you too,” Auden joked. “Too bad, Connor. But I’m sure there will be plenty more opportunities to fly. Would you like me to come pick you up?”

“Con, and no, Ax will give me a ride home.” a very annoyed voice replied.

“Alright-y then. You know, you and Ax have really been-” Auden was cut off by a very annoyed growl and the phone line going dead. He chuckled and said, “Gotta love messing with them.”

After a moment of consideration, Auden picked up the phone and dialed another number. “Hey dad! What’s up?” a cheery female voice came through after a few seconds. “By the way, you’re lucky i’m sneaky. No cell phones allowed, remember?”

He chuckled, “Well, at least you’re cheery. So, since Connor’s coming home early, are you going to leave camp early and come home with him and Ax, or would you like me to come and get you?”

“Con is coming home early? I thought he was supposed to be flying tomorrow? I mean, yeah, there was a storm coming in and he was only going to get, like, one more flight in, but, uh, I didn’t know anything about him coming home early?” the person on the other line said with confusion.

“Wait, wait, Lex. So Connor didn’t tell you that he’s coming home early? What did he tell you then?” Auden was getting very frustrated, very fast.

“I talked to him this morning. Last night he told me there was a storm coming in and he would get a flight in but then they wouldn’t get to do anymore real flights, I guess? I don’t know dad, he said everyone was just going to do simulations and crap,” Language “Sorry dad. I didn’t know.”

“Ok, well. What do you want? You want me to come get you or what?” Auden pinched the bridge of his nose in hopes of warding off an oncoming headache.

“I don’t know dad, I can just get a ride home with Aly. Or, if you have time, you can pick me up. I don’t know, I’ll call you later. I have to go.” the last part was a rushed whisper.

“Well, alright. Love you. Call you later. Buh-bye.” The call ended before he even finished saying ‘love you.’

“Dammit Connor. Communication. How hard can it be.” angry words were muttered as Auden walked to his room. He figured that he should get some sleep before the talk he was going to have with his middle son.

But as Auden was brushing his teeth, he was interrupted by a tiny silhouette in the doorway, followed by a hushed whisper. He turned around to find Ray tiptoeing behind Emma. Like a velociraptor.

This was going to be a very long, very strange night.

“Raymond, what in the world are you doing?” he asked tiredly, a hand feeling for the lamp.

Ray quickly threw his slipper at said hand while urgently whispering, “No, shhhh. She’s a-sleep! Shush!”

Emma silently walked up to Auden. “Nyz bip?”

“What?” both Auden and Ray were dumbfounded by her words.

“Shoop? Shoop shoop shoop shoop shoopah!” she made little hand gestures, pointing at nothing and making swiping motions with her pointer fingers.

“Sweetie, that’s not even English. Come on let’s get you back into bed.”

Neither men had to do anything, she simply ‘hmm’d’ and turned around. Her eyes faded to a deep, glazed violet and her feet slightly left the floor. She missed the door completely on the way out, phasing through the wall about 3 feet from it. Ray was the one to rush into the hallway to guide the child back.

Auden didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t the one to deal with that kind of stuff. That was for Ray or Alexis. Even Stephanie. But not Auden. Still, he figured he might as well follow. Perhaps he could learn how to deal with his children and their sleeping habits.

They were within sight of Emma’s room. The whole trip down, nothing happened other than her occasional gibberish. But she stopped, about 10 feet from the door and looked up. She stayed there for a few seconds, just staring blankly past the ceiling. She wasn’t responding to her name or the gentle nudges.

Then, she stopped. Stuck her hand out like she was catching a feather. The air got all cold and thick with static. Frost was forming on the roots of her air and slowly making its way down the carpet.

“Meredith?” she said. “No, I need go sleep.” with that she was falling against Ray’s outstretched arm. He easily lifted her and carried her the rest of the way to bed.  

Yeah, these kids just keep getting weirder and weirder.

-A/N-

This one is a little longer but I really just couldn’t find a way for this to flow like I wanted it to. I’m sorry of it’s confusing. Basically Emma is sleepwalking and speaking gibberish from what she is experiencing in her dream. I introduced some new characters that you will learn much more bout in the next few chapters....

This is totally un-beta’d so all of the mistakes and stuff are mine!

Anyways, how do you like the flow? I personally think it’s too slow so you can expect some action coming up!

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human: Message 1

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear. 

Emma was standing in the middle of her old room. The dull grey paint peeling off the walls and the small metal frame bed felt like home. It was worn, but comforting. Even so, there was still a cluster of butterflies that hung in the air.

A tall woman stood on the other side of the bed. She had long, raven black hair that tapered off by her waist. She wore a ragged-lace dress that reached just below her knees and was almost cream in color, but got darker towards the bottom. Her bare-feet were scuffed and wrapped in thin rags. Her grim face was illuminated only by the pale violet glow of her eyes. Her red lips quivered and teeth chattered.

“Hello, human child.” her voice echoed off the walls, but those red lips didn’t move.

“Meredith…?” Emma nodded back.

“You don’t have very long, my child, it’s getting colder.” Meredith looked up to the flickering light hanging from the the ceiling. Emma’s eyes followed.

Water dripped down from glistening ice-sickles. The droplets were cold, most froze to the child’s skin. The others joined the rapidly rising water that pooled at their feet. As it rose, Emma began to lose feeling in her fingers and toes.

“Why don’t you just stop it?” Emma asked, holding out her hand to catch some of the drops.

“The safe Haven I have created for you isn’t going to last. You no longer have anything to keep me contained. I’ll finally be free.” she replied, looking back up at the ceiling.

“I’ll miss you…” Emma replied in a small voice.Even though she didn’t really understand what Meredith was saying, she could tell that her friend was going away.

Meredith didn’t reply. They spent a few more moments of peaceful silence. The downfall got faster. The soft sound of rain on water gently lulled Emma into a somber trance.

She didn’t panic. She knew Meredith wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. No. Not until the water reached her chest and she realized she couldn't move, let alone breathe. The cold water drew the breath from her lungs and the crystals on her arms and legs were slowly growing, making it impossible to swim.

“Hep-help! M-meri-ri-” she tried calling out, but it was too cold to get any solid words out. Her teeth chattered harshly as the water crept up her neck.

Meredith would save her. She knows it.

-A/N-

So sorry it’s been so long since I last posted and now that I’ve finally posted, it’s such a short chapter... I’ve been pretty busy, just started college and stuff...

PLEASE DON’T REPOST OR STEAL. IF YOU REPOST, PEASE CREDIT THE AUTHOR.

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human: Dinner

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

“It sure has been a long while since we’ve heard from the young Miss Emma, wouldn’t you say, sir?” The old Butler walked into the study with a tray with fresh coffee and sugar cookies. Master Auden was buried in a book and surrounded by piles of paper.

“What time is it?” the man replied, not looking up from the book.

“It is a quarter after 5, sir.” This made Auden’s head snap up.

“No, it was just 1:00!”

“Yes, sir. 4 hours ago.” the old man replied, lamely “In other news, dinner is just about ready. I do hope you remove your face from that book to join us.”

Auden grumbled a response and began putting the scattered papers away in folders and boxes. “Go find them, would ya. This quiet is a little disconcerting.”

“Yes, sir.” Gregor set the tray on the large oak desk and walked out of the room and headed for the living room where he left Emma. He figured that it was as good of a place as any to start looking.

The scene he came upon was not one that he was expecting, to say the least. From what had happened earlier with the boy, he did not expect to see young Master Jason with the young Miss Emma. Nor did he expect the boy to be sitting on the loveseat with the young Miss fast asleep in his lap. The old butler almost thought that both were asleep until Jay looked up at the old man with a finger to his lips. Jay was sitting criss-cross, leaning against the arm of the couch with Emma on his chest. Her legs were folded over his and her arms were wrapped around his abdomen. Her head rested on his chest, moving up and down with his breath.

“Dinner is ready, Master Jason.” Gregor whispered.

“OK, thank you G!” Jay whispered back.

As Gregor headed for the kitchen, Auden came in, just missing the signal to be quiet. “You find them?” The younger man looked into the room and spotted Jason just as the butler began to reply. “Yes sir. But-” he was rudely interrupted by the booming voice. “Jason, come on! Dinner!” Auden practically yelled at the boy on the couch.

He instantly regretted it, seeing the young girl that shot up and stood next to the couch in attention. “I-I-I fell ‘sleep! I-I’m sorry Dad! I-I didn’t make you dinner! I’m sorry-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Shh. It’s alright!” Auden was by her side in an instant. He moved to comfort her, hesitating slightly when she flinched at his raised hand, but proceeded anyway, gently grabbing her shoulders and rubbing them in soothing motions. “Thomas has it covered. Thomas is the chef and he cooks all the food! You won't ever have to worry about that here.”

“Yeah! He’s an amazing cook! You’ll love his steak!” Jay chimed in.

Almost like a switch, Emma came back to reality at the sound of Jay’s voice. “Oh,” she moved her gaze to the floor “that sounds very nice, thank you.”

Auden stood and turned back to the door. “To the kitchen, then!” Jason hopped off the couch and everyone turned to the door behind the couch when they heard a small ‘oop’ sound. Jay reacted fast, catching Emma as her weak legs gave out from under her. “Emma! Are you alright, dear?” Auden was about to walk back to her when Jay held up a hand.

“I got her!” To the elder’s horror, Jay pushed Emma just enough that she got back to an upright position, then knelt in front of her as she fell onto his back. Instinctively, she threw her arms around his neck and he scooped up her legs. Before Auden or Gregor had time to react to what just happened, Emma was carted off down the hallway in a piggyback.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. The family was seated at the overly large oak table in the middle of the large dining room.  A large, crystal chandelier hung above a long table.

Emma sat at the head of the table, having chose the spot before Auden arrived. To the left of her were Jason and Raymond and to the right were Auden and Stephanie. Jason was constantly sliding more and more food from his plate onto Emma’s.

“Jason, stop. Let the girl get her own food.” Ray said, pulling a piece of the boy’s steak from his plate and pulling towards his mouth. Jason responded with a whiny ‘hey’ as he grabbed for the stolen food. “If you really can’t eat it, give some to me!”

“Ray-eeeeee!” Jason pouted. “I was saving that piece!” He looked up at his older brother with the biggest, saddest puppy-eyes he could manage, while sneaking a piece off the elders plate.

“Enough, boys.” Auden finally said. “Remember your table manners.” he gave a pointed look to the both of them.

“Yes dad.” “Sorry dad.” they replied.

Emma sat in silence, observing the exchange with a careful eye. She took careful not of everyone while only nibbling on pieces of the food she was given. She observed Auden first. She noted his features. The long, dark hair that was pulled back into the red ribbon. The Forest green that rested in his clean shaven face. The little scar under his eye that disappeared in the wrinkles of his smile. His large muscles and taut jawline reminded her of someone. Someone bad…

She blinked a few times, rubbing the heel of her palm into her eyes to stop the images. She, instead, moved her gaze to Miss Stephanie. Her hair was down and she was no longer wearing her suit jacket. Her hair reached a little below her shoulders with highlights in every feathered layer. She had interesting eyes. They were sky blue on the outside of the iris, with brown shadows emerging from the pupil. Her skin was darker than Auden’s, and she had a dark lip, liner that didn’t match her lipstick. She didn’t speak during dinner and would focus more on her food whenever Auden would look at her.

Raymond sat across from miss Stephanie. He had short, black hair that was shaggy and damp from the shower he just took. Like Auden, he had a muscular build, but was more lean with narrow shoulders. Her mind went back to the Bad Men and she picked at a dinner roll that Jason slid to her…

Jason. That boy was strange in her opinion. He looked like the other men, but didn’t scare her. He yelled at her earlier and seemed very angry, but when she messed up, it was like he completely forgot about whatever got him all up. Usually when she messed up, people got angrier or scared and hit her. He just accepted her.

Pretty soon, the meal was over and Gregor was clearing the table. Everyone was excusing themselves and heading out the door. Emma took this opportunity of bickering and distractions to sneak away to where she believed the kitchen was. She used her crutch to catch the door into the servants hallway and followed it into the the kitchen. Gregor was standing by the sink, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, apron on, humming away while rinsing a now clean, white plate.

Emma silently slipped into the room, save the clicking of her crutches, but the man didn’t seem to notice. She took a small plate that was at the end of Dining trolley and held it up for the older gentleman to take.

He took the plate and began running it under the tap. “Oh! Miss Emma!” he did a double take and nearly dropped the dish. “What are you doing my dear?”

“I’m helping, sir.” she said, handing him the dish rag.

“Oh, I know things were different in our other home, my dear, but you truly do not have to help with dishes.” Gregor said with a sad smile.

“Oh, well, erm,” She sputtered. “C-can I still help?”

“Of course my dear. Company is always nice.”

Emma dragged a chair over and began drying the warm plates, forks and bowls. The knives were set off to the side by the elder man. By the time all the plates were clean and dried, Emma could barely keep her eyes open and was wobbling all over the place. Gregor lifted the child and  headed for her room. They were barely out of the kitchen before she was fast asleep. Ray and Jay met them in the hallway and said their goodnights while tucking her in.

It was a very good first day.

-A/N-

I’m bad at doing fluff, I like angst... I’m going to try to do more fluff and character bonding... :D

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human: Floating Girl

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

Emma found herself in one of the living rooms on the first floor with an untouched plate of sandwiches. The room was large with high vaulted ceilings. She sat on a light blue rug that had dark blue and gold designs littering it. Behind her was a vintage, navy blue couch with wooden edges and golden throw pillows for decoration. To her right was a matching love-seat. A navy blanket was folded neatly and laid across the back of it. In front of Emma was a large, oak coffee table with intricate carvings on the trim and down the legs. Ahead of that was a large stone fireplace. Tall speakers stood on either side of it in front of blue walls. Above that was a massive flat-screen TV.

The telly was turned on to a random children's’ show with the volume on low, not that she was paying attention to it. She was closely observing a silver spoon that was with the platter next to her. She flipped it over in her fingers, watching as the lights danced off of it.

“Not gunna eat?” a young voice interrupted. Emma jumped, yelping and… disappearing?

Emma quickly turned to see the young, raven haired boy. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt with white flames on the chest and jeans. Deep frightened blue eyes

“Ah!” Jay yelped back, staring at the empty space where the new kid just was. “Uhh,” he took a breath to scream again when an invisible hand pinched his nose.

“No no no no, please shush!” Suddenly there were big blue eyes staring intently into his own.

“Woah! Woah, what? Woah!” Jay backpedaled until his back hit the love seat behind him. “Y-you-you-you-you,” he stumbled over his words in shock.

“I what?” Emma hoped the boy didn’t realize her mistake.

“You- you disappeared!” He exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the blonde girl in front of him.

“N-no I didn’t,” she dumbly retorted, crossing her arms and cocking her head to the side.

“I- gotta go tell dad!” he said suddenly, jumping up. “I gotta go tell-”

He was cut off by tiny hands gripping his shoulder and spinning him around at an alarming rate of speed. “No! No no no, please no!” he was once again met with big blue eyes. Emma was hovering about eight inches off the ground, knees bent and body glowing. “Please! You can’t never tell Mr. Auden about this! No! Not ever!” she pleaded.

Jay stood stock still, observing the child in front of him. Floating. Levitating. Flying. The tiny new human is flying. My new sister- little baby sister- is flying. “What, why?” he said numbly.

“Because I like Mr. Auden and Mr. Auden won't be happy if he find out and then the bad men will come a-and I-I jus- I-” Emma was cut of by her own ragged breathing.

“Emma?” It took Little Jay a moment to notice the shaking and the harsh breathing. He was still stuck in the fact that she was flying. “Emma, what’s wrong?” he stepped forward and grabbed onto her shoulders. She, in turn, grasped onto his forearms with a vice grip. Her eyes were glazed over and she started mumbling to herself.

“Don’t hit me, please, don’t hit me, not the Dark Room, not the Dark Room.” she said to herself.

“Hey, Emma! You’re hurting me!” it didn’t register to jay that she couldn’t hear him. “Emma I-I think you’re having a panic attack!” He stared at her with wide eyes, “I don’t know how to deal with a panic attack!” He cried.

He knew that if he called for help it would only make Emma worse, but he really didn’t know what to do. Think Jason, think! How does Ray calm Lexi when she panics? Jay remembered a time when his big sister, Lexi, had a panic attack while she was home. Dad was gone and it was just Ray and Jay.

“It’s ok. Breathe. Just breathe.” Jay said in the most calming voice he could muster. “Breathe with me! Ok! In…. and out…. Yeah! Come on, in… and out,” Jay was relieved when her breathing began to calm. But he panicked again as the waterworks quickly replaced the hyperventilation.

He pulled her into his chest and slowly lowered her until they were sat on the floor. Emma sobbed into his chest while Jay whispered comforting things to her head. He rubbed soothing circles into her back and wrapped his larger self around her smaller self in protection.

“The floor isn’t very comfy…” he murmured to himself after a while. He thought she was asleep until she hummed in agreement. He started feeling cold and tingly and his body felt really light. He peeked oped his eye to find himself floating about two feet above the floor. Emma was glowing, along with himself, and her hair was gently ficking in a non-existent breeze. They turned and were lowered onto the soft couch.

“Better?” Emma asked.

“Uh, yeah, better!” He smiled down at the girl on his chest. “Thanks.”

It took her a few seconds but she replied with a very sleep attempt at saying ‘you’re welcome.’ With that, she fast asleep.

-A/N-

Lil’ look into what Emma can do. Tried to do some fluff, but i’m bad at fluff... Reviews would be nice?

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human:  Adjusting

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear. 

Jason was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, stuffing his face with large ham sandwich, when Auden and Gregor walked in. Ray followed soon after, Emma on his shoulders.

“It’s you!” The dark haired boy jumped up on his chair and pointed at Emma. “You! You’re the one who was screaming! Why are you here?!”

Emma was frozen on top of Ray. “I- I’m sorry. I-I didn’t-” She murmured to herself and grasped tight handfuls of Ray’s hair.

“Jay! Jay come back!” Auden called after the boy while Ray pried tiny hands from his raven hair.

“Hey, hey! It’s ok! He’s just a little moody!” Ray coaxed the girl, reaching up and rubbing her head.

“He’s gone.” Auden started, walking back into the room. “We’ll find him sooner or later.”

“Jason doesn’t seem v-very nice.” Emma said, twirling her fingers through Ray’s hair.

“It’s ok, boo! He’s just being Jason.” like that explained anything to the young girl.

“Let’s continue, shall we.” Gregor motioned for the Adults to follow through the door that Jason disappeared through. “I am sure we will run into him again.”

“This is a big house, Gregor.” Auden deadpanned.

“Oh, trust me, sir. I know.” The butler gave a knowing glance as he lead the way.

The small group walked through the house, passing the many rooms and parlors. It was a lot for Emma to take in. They came upon an office where a tall lady emerged carrying packets and papers that were falling out of manila folders. She had long, dark-brown  hair that was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a charcoal brown blazer and pencil skirt with a white blouse underneath. She looked a lot like mum.

“- Emma?” Emma was brought out of her thoughts the kind voice of the woman. She looked down to see the woman holding out her hand in the same manner as the old butler.

Emma reached out with her left hand to take the woman’s. She wracked her mind to remember what came next. “Uh.”

“Wrong hand silly,” Ray chuckled, lifting the girl and setting her in the ground. “Use your right hand to grab hers and shake.”

“Let’s try this again. My name is Stephanie, I’m going to be your adoptive mother.” The woman was very kind and gave Emma a reassuring smile.

Emma reached out and took the woman’s- Mrs. Stephanie- hand, never breaking eye contact. “Uh-huh,” she said simply, not being able find her voice. Before Mrs. Stephanie could begin shaking Emma’s hand, the girl began wiggling around.

“What’re you doing, boo?” Ray kneeled down next to the girl, placing a hand on her back in attempts to get her to stop wiggling. Everyone else stared at her with confused looks plastering their faces.

“Shake.” was all she replied, smiling and glancing at the adults, who in turn, burst into laughter. Emma turned a bright shade of scarlet before retracting her hand and dropping her eyes. The hem of her blue shirt suddenly became very interesting.

The sound of a higher pitched laugh caught her attention. She glanced to her right to see the boy from earlier with a hand over his mouth trying to keep the giggles from escaping. He, too, felt someone looking at him and quickly disappeared through the doorway.

Emma stilled and took a step back, but he already weak legs caved in on her and she fell into Ray’s hands. “Sorry” she quickly mumbled as she tried to push herself out of his reach.

“Oh, it’s ok, Boo.” He said, placing her on his hip. “We didn’t mean to spook you. We just weren’t expecting you to start wiggling around.” Ray wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks as she pressed her head into his shoulder.

“Well,” Stephanie said. “I have work to get done and I am sure Emma here has had enough excitement for today.” She tucked some of Emma’s hair behind her ear before turning to Auden. “I will be seeing you later.” she gave a pointed look at him while jabbing a file at his chest. Straightening herself, she disappeared down the hallway.

The men nodded in agreement, ignoring the last part as they watched the woman walk away. Ray unconsciously pet Emma’s hair. “How about we get you some hot chocolate and you can rest until dinner, hmm?” Gregor suggested.

“Y-yes, sir. I-I would like that v-very much, sir.” she murmured into Ray’s shoulder. Turning her head towards the old Butler, she looked in in the eyes and spoke. “Please.”

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human: The Recovery

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

It took almost two weeks for Emma to wake up. She was touch and go for three days, but eventually stabilized. Raymond was there, along with the infamous Billionaire playboy, Auden Mendeville. He claimed that he would be the ‘adoptive father of this poor child.’ He wanted to save her from the hell that Americans call the foster system. What would compel him to do such a thing was beyond anyone.

When she awoke, all Emma did was ask about her father. She wasn’t supposed to speak, she had tubes running in and out of her lungs to drain blood and other fluids that had built up. “Where’s daddy?” she would yell. “I need to help him. I need to make him dinner.” She would spew all kinds of heartbreaking nonsense. She would kick and scream when the nurses tried to calm her. She had to be restrained, and usually sedated.

When it came to feeding and rehabilitation, the girl was terrified. She would go into fits whenever the nurse came in wielding the needles and pumps. It was nearly impossible to calm her. She would thrash and kick in her bed, ripping out IV lines and throwing the heart monitors out of whack. Luckily, she only dislodged the feeding tube once. After that, she didn’t struggle much.

It took another week for her to learn to trust anyone. And she only trusted three people. Ray, who had saved her and stayed after she woke up. That one was a given. She liked Gus because he was the nurse who came in with pudding and jello everyday. She didn’t really like the nurses because they always stuck her with needles or make her take gross tasting drugs.

But the one that was expected, but surprising, was her attachment to Auden. When she first met the man, she didn’t bat an eye at him. Wouldn’t even look at him. She focused on Ray when he was in the room and the hem of her gown when he wasn’t. It took him a long time to warm up to her. He couldn’t visit her very often with the courts and his business. But when he did, he would talk with her about his day and ask her about hers. That was one thing that she really liked about him. He didn’t talk to her like she was a child. She wasn’t treated like she didn’t understand or need to understand what was going on around her. He also brought her a giant, tiger stuffed animal, which she named, Raja. She didn’t know what it meant, but she liked how it sounded.

Some nights, people have caught the man leaning in the bed, with the child in his arms, reading stories out of an old book, until she falls asleep. The media would be all over it of they knew, so, for Emma’s sake, they kept quiet.

Emma was itching to leave the hospital, but couldn’t until she was able to eat solid foods. She tried her very best to achieve this, but would always take to big of bites or not chew enough. She, also, never finished a meal. They weren’t that big, any child would finish it in a heartbeat. Ray blamed it on the horrible cafeteria-quality food and their ‘inability to make proper mac-and-cheese.’

The doctor did grant her 2 hours every day to go into the courtyard outside. She, of course, had to be escorted by a nurse or ‘family’ because she still had weakness in her legs. She really enjoyed the outside. Even if there wasn't a lot of room to roam, there were still gardens and trees and benches.

Today, however, was the day that she was finally able to go home. There was a posh limousine awaiting the girl outside the Hospital. Ray pushed the wheelchair out the doors, Auden was by her side, holding tightly to her hand. In the other, he held a small pair of purple crutches. They were greeted by a swarm of cameras and reporters. Microphones and lenses were shoved into the child’s face as they yelled questions at her.

She was petrified. Luckily, the police acted fast and quickly contained the crowd, pushing them back enough that they couldn’t get reach the billionaire and his ward.

Once in the car, Emma turned to look up at the man. Big blue eyes met stern green ones. “I don’t like this outside world. I want to go back.” she stated adamantly.

Auden let out a chuckle at that. She was so small and serious. Ray reached an arm around her and pulled her onto his lap so she could see out the window.

“Come on boo! See! It’s not that bad outside!” Ray hald a hand on her back and pointed out the window at the city below. It was so big! Emma couldn’t believe her eyes. There were so many buildings that towered and disappeared into the clouds. She marveled at all the people on the streets and how they seemed so happy.

They drove up a hill, where she got a better view, and into a forest-y area just out of town. They came around a corner and Emma's jaw dropped. Standing before her was a gigantic white-stone manor. It looked like a castle. They made their way through the driveway and up to the entrance of the manor. It had large french doors and a small crystal chandelier out front.

As soon as the door of the limo opened, Emma was out. Eyes locked on the castle in front of her. Even when she tripped over her own foot, she didn’t bat an eye. She just sat there and stared at the large windows and pillars that led onto the widow-walk above her. Auden scooped her up and when she retaliated, he slipped her crutches under her arms and set her down.

The front door opened and there was an older man who greeted everyone with a warm smile. This did deter Emma from her path. Even so, the man held out a kind hand. “Good evening masters. Young master Jason is in the kitchen eating. Good evening Miss Emma. Welcome home.”

Emma reached over for Auden's hand, stepping behind his leg to shield herself from the stranger. “Don’t worry, Emma. This is Gregor, he’s the butler. He helps maintain this manor.” He moved his hand to the top of her head and ruffled her hair a little. “He’s isn’t dangerous.”

Emma nodded and slowly made her way over to him. “Hello Miss. My name is Gregor Fick. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” The man at the door said, holding out a hand. Emma simply nodded and stared at the outstretched limb.

“It’s a handshake, Emma.” Ray said noticing her wary look. “It’s a formal way of greeting someone. You take their hand and grab it, shaking it up and down a few times while saying ‘it’s a pleasure’ or ‘nice to meet you.’ Like this,” he explained grabbing Gregor’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fick, my name is Raymond.” He shook the older man’s hand, let go and stepped back. He placed a comforting hand on Emma’s back. “Now you try.”

Emma still looked at him warily, but took his hand “Hi.” she said in a small voice. “It-it’s a pl-ea-sure…?”

“...to meet you.” Raymond finished.

“To meet you, Mr. Flick.”

“Keh- close enough. Now you say your name.”

“Emma.”

Ray giggled, ruffling the hair on Emma’s head. “Yeah, we’ll have to work on that.”

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Human: The Rescue

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

“Expand the search area!” A man in black uniform yelled.

A young man approached, “Sir, It’s been nearly 4 days. Don’t you think if she was in the streets, we would’ve found her?” He gave the man a knowing look.

“If you’re insisting on checking that house again, you’re gonna have to do it alone. I’m not sending any more men on your wild goose chases.” The man replied, not even looking up from the stack of reports in his hands.

“But Sergeant Brumm, I know she’s-”

“Mr. Brickett.” A stern look from the sergeant cut him off. “If you keep insisting on this and messing with my organized search efforts, I will have to suspend you. Now run along before I put you out.” Sergeant Brumm waved his hand dismissively.

“Yes sir.” Brickett turned and jogged towards the run down brick building on the corner of the street. He was greeted by a dark figure disappearing behind the corner. A white petal signified a Phantom.

“What brings you all the way out here, Phantom?” Brickett announced as he walked through the open doorway. “Don’t you have a city to defend?”

“Jay sent me.” A large figure appeared out of the shadows.

“Isn’t it past the little twerps bedtime?” Brickett snickered, crossing his arms.

“He wasn’t awake.” The young man was immediately silenced.

“So, he’s still having those nightmares?” he dropped his arms and took a few steps closer to the guest.

“Yeah.” the man walked over to a door between the kitchen and the stairs, “I’ve checked this floor, go up and try the rooms again. I’ll get the basement.”

“Roger that, chief.” Brickett saluted as he turned for the stairs.

“And Ray.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t forget to check the floors.”

Brickett nodded and headed up the stairs. He had searched this house so many times that he basically memorized it. The first door on the left was a small room with a desk and several family portraits hung on the walls. Papers were still stacked neatly on the desk. A thick layer of dust covered everything. Ray picked up a frame that sat on the desk next to a flower vase that had long since been forgotten. Wiping the mass of dust from the glass, revealing a picture of a happy family. A young boy, maybe early teens, stood behind a younger girl with long, brown hair, pulled behind a red headband. She wore white dress with pink and red flowers, hands folded behind her back in innocence. The boy had dark black hair. He looked like Jason… A small baby was wrapped in the boy's arms; bundled in a white blanket, blue eyes staring into the camera.

Behind the children were the man and wife. The woman had black hair, pulled back into a neat bun. She wore a navy blazer and pencil skirt. A white collar stuck out from her tanned skin. Dark brown, eyes smiled at the camera. And behind her was a man. Much larger than all, he wore a lab coat over a suit and tie. Brown hair piled on his head and just touched the thick framed glasses on his face. Mischievous blue eyes stuck out. They matched the baby’s. He smiled a toothless smile.

It made Ray sick to his stomach to look at that man. James Martin. Convicted murderer, child abuser and psychopath. The sick Bastard is going behind bars for a very, very long time.

There was a high pitched sound that pulled Ray out of his thoughts. Silently, he set the frame back on the desk and pulled out his gun. He crept down the long hallway searching for the source.

He heard it again. It sounded like a hiccup. He snuck open the door on the left that was barely hanging off it’s hinges. He scanned the room for, well, anything. The room was a dull grey, torn curtains hung from the barred windows straight ahead. A white bed sat under the windows in the middle of the room. It hadn’t been touched for a while. It was still made up perfectly and didn’t match the rest of the house. The grey blanket made only helped with the blandness. Other than the fact that it was moving, everything was the same.

Wait. Moving?

“Da-hic-Dadd-y,”  Ray was shocked. He couldn’t move. The small voice was coming from under the blanket. He had checked under the bed, but never the actual bed itself. “Da…”

Ray forced himself over to the bed. Gun still in hand, he pulled back the blankets, hoping for a ploy. His heart dropped when he saw the ashen faced child that was chained to the bed she cried on. Her had was faced away from him, but he could still see the tears that glistened on her cheeks. Her chest heaved with empty breaths and her body wracked with ragged sobs.

Ray placed a comforting hand on her shoulder to calm her. She stiffened, but didn’t move away. Her head jerked and began to turn, she was trying to look at him. “Da-addy?” The heart-wrenchingly small voice almost broke the young man. He put his gun away and placed a gently hand on her cheek, guiding her gaze to meet his.

Without taking his eyes off her, Ray reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, white device and placed it in his ear. “Phantom,” he called. “Phantom get up here. I’ve got her.”

“No sweetie,” He said “No m-my name is Officer Raymond. Can you tell me your name?” he distracted her while he felt for her pulse. Finding none on her wrist, he moved to her neck.

“Daddy…-s cold…” hazy blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. They jumped around, trying to find something to focus on.

“I know sweetheart. We’re gunna get you outta here, okay?” Ray began working on breaking the cuffs. “We- We’re gunna get you outta here. We’re gunna get you war.. A-and we’re gunna get you food a-and water, and we’re gunna get you all better!” He couldn’t help the shaking in his voice. He was just so filled with rage and sadness that he couldn't help the shaking in his hands or the tears that were pricking at his eyes.

“Don’t cry… daddy…” The small, frail hand that was limp under the heavy shackle suddenly came to life, floating through the iron. Cold fingers made contact with his hot face, wiping at the tears. “It’ll be o-ok… Daddy…”

Dumbstruck, Ray stood there holding the now empty chain, staring into light lilac eyes. The light cast eerie shadows on both faces. The child was floating a few inches above the bed, hands hovering over his face, illuminating the tears.

A light blue streak bled from her nose. It rolled down the side of her cheek and around to the back of her head. It dripped a steady beat onto the bed below. The child's hand moved to feel the cool liquid flowing from her nose. She pulled back her hand and stared at it, unfazed.

She blinked up at Ray. “Don’t let me die again, daddy.”

Unconsciously, he reached out and grabbed the bloody hand. He tried to speak, but found his voice was stuck behind the lump in his throat.

“Don’t worry, Emma. Nothing is going to happen to you.”  deep voice took over on the other side of the bed.

With that her eyes slipped shut. While she was still afloat, Ray grabbed the big, grey blanket and wrapped it around her.

“How long have you been standing there?” Ray finally spoke, absently wiping at the blood on Emma’s face.

“Long enough,” Phantom replied.

There was a short silence that lasted forever. The Phantom Knight walked over to look at the child. He took in the yellowing bruise that took up the right of Emma’s neck. The slow rise and fall of her chest. He debated his options.

“So, what do we do?” Ray asked, gesturing to the girl in his arms. “Seeing as to how she’s glowing, levitating, and bleeding, well, god knows what, I’m gunna take a wild guess in saying that we can’t take her to any normal hospital.”

“And she’s an at-risk 'Amber’ child who’s dying.” Phantom finished. “Which means we can’t just take her back to the Hallow”

After thinking for a moment Phantom finally spoke. “I’ll call Parker.” he said.

“Alright.” Phantom receded from the room, climbing the fire escape to the roof.

“Come on Princess, let’s get you fixed up.” Ray held Emma tight in his arms as he ran downstairs. Jumping from the last steps, he burst through the door to the street. “Help! I need some help over here!” he ran deep through the flood of red and blue lights.

The whole ordeal caused quite a scene. A scene that attracted the attention of a certain Mr. Brumm. As he made his way through the crowd of officers and reporters, he caught a glimpse Brickett loading an armful of blankets into one of the Ambulances.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

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Human chapter 1: The Abused pt 2

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

Emma woke up to yelling and heavy footsteps. Hear heart raced. That was a lot of them. She opened and found the ‘elephant’ on top of her. The large grey blanket was covering her from head to toe, crushing her with 25lbs of fluff and heat.

Daddy didn’t like it when she floated in her sleep, so he made the blanket to keep her ‘grounded’. Heat wasn't a problem for her. She had a ghost core of ice, making her colder than everyone else. The blanket was heated anyways, to keep her ghost in check. It weakened her whenever her internal temperature got too high.

Bang. Emma was jolted back to reality with a start. She couldn’t move. Her heart was racing and her breathing, erratic. Her ears we’re ringing so loud. The shot must not’ve warn off, she thought to herself.

“-touch her! Don’t you fucking touch her!” Daddy was yelling. He sounded so far away. “She’s mine, ya hear! Mine!”

There was a big crash as the door to the next room was kicked down. More yelling. More crashing.

The door across the hall was next. They were close. So close to her. She held her breath as she heard the voices outside her door.

Crash. Her heart was beating so hard. They were here. She couldn’t think. She was so scared. It took all of her might not to start screaming and crying right then and there. The bad men have daddy.

“Clear,” a man with black hair said, lowering his gun. More voices chimed in down the upstairs hallway.

“Where is she Martin?” demanded a tall man that was restraining Mr. Martin. He only responded with a grin.

“I told ya,” He gave a maniacal grin. “She’s mine.”

Emma didn’t realize her ears were ringing until she was thrown into the painful silence. Her heart was calming and she could feel the tears that soaked the thin mattress beneath her head. She knew daddy was going to be mad. Rubbing her face with her shaking shoulder, she tried hard to fight the sobs that wracked her thin body.

A loud hiccup echoed in her head. She froze in her place, holding her breath, and waited. Waited for the footsteps. Waited for the yelling. But it never came. All that answered her was silence.

Daddy must be at the store. She thought to herself. That meant it was safe to cry, and that's what she did. Emma cried, wailing and sobbing. She cried herself to the point of exhaustion, waiting for daddy to come home.

But he never did.

[ghostietheschrodingergirl]

Human Chapter 1: The Abused pt 1

After an accident that kills most of her family, Emma has found herself living in a mansion with a large family and a rumored villain, Auden Mendeville. If that wasn’t hard enough for the eight year old, try having malfunctioning supernatural abilities and a voice that no one else can hear.

-A/N-

There’s some pretty heavy sh*t ahead, strong language, and lots of bloody violence. Skip this chapter if that’s a no-go for you!

“CAN’T YOU DO A SINGLE FUCKING THING RIGHT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?” The tall man yelled as the now empty whisky bottle shattered at the girl’s bare feet. His knuckles were white with anger as he slowly stood from his place at the table. The young girl stood in the small kitchen of the tall house. A plate of spilled pasta in her tiny, trembling hands.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry Dad!” she quickly exclaimed. As she moved to set the plate down and clean up the splotch of red sauce that dripped on the floor, a giant hand swooped down and grabbed her by the collar of her old, ripped dress. She regretfully dropped the rest of the plate.

“What did you just call me?” his voice was deep and slow, making every word sharp and precise. Steely blue eyes blazed into glassy gray. The man’s face was mere inches from the child's. The alcohol that seeped out of his curled lips was suffocating.

“Father!” she blurted, blonde hair falling to cover her wide eyes.

“That’s better.” the man said, lowering the child. Her small bare-feet barely touched the floor before the world took a sharp turn backwards. “Now don’t forget it, Emma.”

Emma fought the tears that were forming in the corners of her blueish gray eyes. She laid there in the kitchen, staring at dim ceiling lights. The mint green walls seemed like the only thing that could comfort her. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it seeped out of the slits in her back. The glass dug deeper into her flesh every time she breathed.

Emma’s father had gone back to watching TV. She was glad he liked to listen to everything so loud. It hid her sobs as she shuffled out of the kitchen. She had just made it to the stairway when she heard his calm voice.

“Wait,” he said. Emma stiffened. Her mind races. What was he going to do? Was it going to be another beating? What was he thinking? Was she too loud going up the stairs? It didn’t really matter, it was going to be the same ending, anyways.

Emma wiped the tears from her face and quickly made her way to the brown recliner where her father sat. She took her place to the side of him. “Yes, Father?” her small voice was barely heard over the noise from the broken TV.

“Come here, Emma.” he lowered the volume of the TV and patted his lap. Emma hesitantly stepped closer. Gentle hands eased her onto her stomach. She could feel the glass shift under her skin. The man sighed deeply and began pulling the glass from child’s back.

The two sat in silence, save from the occasional sob. Emma’s father grabbed a small, grey box from the side table. Inside was a roll of thread and a few sewing needles. Slowly, he began to stitch her up. It was messy and painful, but the man wouldn’t let her die. He need the child support money.

“Alright,“ He picked the child up again, placing her on the dirty floor. “See? All better!” The man helped the child back into her dress. “Now go clean up.” a large, brown bottle was placed into the child's hands. Hydrogen Peroxide.

“Y-yes… father.” Emma stumbled away. Arms shaking, she poured the clear contents of the heavy bottle on her back and arm, moving to dump it on the blood stained tile floor. She winced as it seeped into her fresh stitches. She could hear it fizz as it dissolved the blood. After wiping the blood from her back and the floor, she moved to place the dirty towel with the others.

Emma’s father stepped between the child and the mound of rags on the couch. Emma ignored all of the alarms that were screaming in her head for her to run. He wrapped gently arms around her and pulled her close. She felt the prick of a needle in her neck, and the cold liquid rushing inside of her. “I’m only doing this for you.” he said in her ear. “don’ t worry, I’m going to cure you.”

Emma phased through the tall man’s arms, flinching at the pull of the needle. She held tight to the spot that she was injected, only taking a second to glance at the glowing blue-ish green substance that stained her hand. Red flooded her vision and she knew her eyes were glowing.

The banshee inside of her fought hard to take control. To transform her into the monster that put made daddy so mad. Her matted dirty-blonde hair began to bleed into a deep, raven black. The child fought hard to stay awake. Her vision was swimming and the room kept tilting. Finally, it took its sharp turn and she made contact with the hard floor below. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t feel. Al she wanted right now was sleep.

The small child hovered a few inches above the floor. She was fast asleep from the quantum-destabilizer that he just injected her with. It was diluted with her blood, so it shouldn’t kill her. He quietly lifted the child off the floor and carried her to her room. He strapped her to the ghost-proof restraints on her small bed and placed the heavy blanket on top.

“Don’t worry, my little princess, i’ll get that demon out of you.” He kissed her head and walked out the door.