A storm had taken the sky in violent flashes of lightning and great sheets of rain but when Tom had set off on his way home he honesty hadn’t thought it would get this bad. It caught him off guard and he quickly found himself without cover and on slick ground as he leapt out of the way of a passing car. He lost his footing in the mud and slipped down the bank to the angry wind stirred river- and was caught among water weeds. He was unhurt so gradually he righted himself, trying to avoid taking an undesired swim.

The rain had momentarily let up some and he looked for a way back up the slope but it was something else that caught his eye first as a flash of lightning arched across a sky. A reflection of its glow caught up in the weeds and he carefully moved closer to investigate. A stone- no a gem delicately shaped, had a chain wrapped among the reeds. A necklace?

He hooked his finger around its chain and pulled it up, spinning it around so the charm dropped into his palm. Someone must have lost it- who knew how far the current may have carried it.

"Danny! Please! Wake up! Wake up!" Mirabella cried over her friend and new found lover as he layed on the floor, staring blankly up at her with frightening grey eyes. She took his glasses, one of the lenses cracked, off his face, checking his head, and screaming a terrified shriek when she touched his head where the bucket had hit. They had killed him. The only person who ever understood her, who had tried to help her, who had loved her, was gone. She clutched his glasses in her hand and the blood soaked girl stood up, her angry and piercing blue eyes glowing ever so slightly as they fell upon the crowd. The sweet, shy, awkward little Mira was gone in that moment. The old Mira was not conscious, nor aware of what was going on.This was someone completely different.The lights above her cracked and exploded over everyone, making them scream.

They had reasons to scream yes, because they would soon loose their lives. Every single one of those unforgivable scum would soon be begging for mercy, just as she had so many times. But, just as mercy was never shown to neither she or Danny, she would not show it to them. She killed them all. Some were held down mentally to the floor while their classmates trampled over them in attempt to get to the locked doors, while others were crushed between the bleachers trying to escape. Some where caught on fire. Some were thrown against walls and tables. Once the more disposable ones(over one hundred students) were out of the way, she moved onto the few whom had caused her and Danny the most pain through out their years. A group of just twenty people. She took her time with these. The ones who had just been the lackeys she mentally choked until they fell to the floor lifeless. The leaders though, oh she had fun with them. She levitated broken shards of glass and slowly cut them, every inch of their skin, and when she grew tired of ones screams, she would slit their throat and move on to the next one.

The very last one trembled there. This was the most hated one. A pretty little bitch who had made her life miserable. The one who had taken the video of her and laughed, only to later post it on the internet for everyone to see.The one who had planned the prank that had killed her beloved Danny. This girl had ruined her life. The girl looked up at her, begging her for her life to be spared, "Mirabella! Y-you don't want to do this! You'll regret this! All of this! For the rest of your life!"

"And what about Danny's life? WHAT ABOUT HIS LIFE!? YOU THINK HE'LL REGRET THIS?!" Mira's face suddenly grew darker as she stood over the girl, "Oh yes, that's right. He won't have a chance to. Because you killed him." With a snarl she swiped her hand through the air and a sickening crack sounded as the girls neck was broken. With her last victim out of the way, Mira left. She ran home. She found her mother had broken out of the closet, and unable to find her, went to wash the horrid blood from her skin. She filled the tub and stripped down, slipping in. The blood filled her tub and looking down at her arms, still wet with the blood that had not only been poured over her, but the blood of the people she had killed, the emotional and scarred Mira suddenly snapped back into place and she began screaming. She scrubbed her skin as hard as she could, hysterical and as soon as she had all the blood off of her skin, she quickly got out and let the blood filled water drain away.

She got dressed into one of her simple dresses her mother always made her wear, refusing to let the girl wear those 'unholy' things called jeans and t-shirts. She made her way out of her bathroom, to see her mother standing down the hall. Tears filled Mira's eyes and she sobbed, "Momma." She ran forward, hugging the woman, seeking comfort.

Her mother soothingly stroked her hair and spoke, "I told you little girl. I told you they would hurt you if you went. But its all over now. Here sweety, lets pray. That will make it all better. Her mom smiled so sweetly at her and Mira did her best to smile back as the two got on their knees and she hugged her mother as the older woman began the prayer, "Dear Lord, that art in Heaven, hollowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done." Mira gasped as she felt a sudden pain in her back as her mother stabbed a knife into her back. She screamed and pushed her mother from her, going to crawl away, only to fall down the stairs. He mother quickly ran down the stairs and soon the two were struggling with one another. Mira was stabbed twice more before she finally gave in, laying there, ready to take the dying blow. But her mother didn't kill her just yet.

The woman apparently planned to drag it out, as well as get rid of the evidence. Mira was tied up and literally dragged out the door, into her mother's car. It was at the bridge that her mother untied the close to dead Mira and stripped her of her clothing and jewelry, saying they were all unholy now that they had touched her body, and with the clothes and jewelry nestled into her right arm, the woman lifted her daughter up in the other arm before she showed the poor girl over the edge of the railing and in the motion, a necklace, simple to the eye but holding so much meaning, fell from the crook on her arm and plopped into water before the ripples left behind from Mira's fall had even settled and it flowed down the river, carrying with it it's owner's soul.

Mira's eyes snapped open and she found herself, strangely, standing up on the bank of the river, looking around confused as the rain poured around her. How had she ended up here? Had someone seen her mother throw her into the river and gotten her out, or had she somehow without realizing it ragged herself out of the water. If so, neither of those explained why she was just standing there instead of laying in the mud. She slowly took a few steps, sudden;y realizing something was very wrong. Her bare feet didn't sink into the mud. They could barely sense the feeling of the mud very lightly, but the mud didn't touch her. She lifted her foot to find it perfectly clean as it had been when she had stepped out of the bath just that evening(or so she thought it was that evening). This was a strange occurrence. Perhaps her powers were acting up in some strange new way?

Her pale blue eyes searched about and in the distance, spotted a figure. She slowly and cautiously moved forward, an unsure and untrusting, yet slightly fearful look on her face, wondering if this person might possible be out looking for her as the possible killer of the whole senior class. Surely there might be guesses it would be her, or that she had at least been involved, even though no witnesses survived her attack. But to have them out looking for the killer instead of cleaning up and identifying bodies, well that was something she hadn't been expecting. She approached the person even closer, to see it was a sixteen year old boy. She paused, the same confused and fearful look on her face, "Who are you? Are you the one who pulled me out of the river?"

It was a pretty little trinket or perhaps it was better said it had been at one time- years spent skimming down the river bed had scratched up the gem and the chain had none of that polished shine it must have once possessed. Maybe no one had dropped it recently after all? He turned it over in his hand and jerked as a voice popped up out of no where, tripping backwards and falling into the mud. He swore no one was here a moment ago- no one but him and the whispering wind. The girl could have only have sprouted out of the ground, there was really no other explanation for it but he looked around for one anyways. “N-n-no!” He stuttered frantically and sprung back to his feet. “I just slid down from the road. I didn’t even know anyone was in the river.”

Had she been in the river? He looked to the angry river as rain began to pelt it once more. “What were you doing in the river? Are you okay?!” And holy shit was that blood on her dress? A deep maroon that grew no thinner despite the water coming down- it did not seem as if the rain even touched her. He swallowed hard and edged backwards towards the slope.

Mira blinked in surprise the way the boy was acting. He seemed scared of her. But why was he scared of her? She supposed if he had heard of what happened at the school and somehow people had found out it was her whom had killed all those people, surely it would be spread about. Had they really figured out it was her after she had tried so hard to keep from showing any evidence in her attack? But then the way he spoke in frantic concern said otherwise. She thought for a moment on his question, deciding it be best not to exactly say why she had been in the river. But then there was the question of was she okay. She felt fine. In fact, nothing at all hurt. That was her first clue something was terribly wrong. She had been stabbed by her mother three times. Shouldn't there be pain? She followed his gaze to her dress and there were indeed dark red spots, one on the shoulder of her dress, one over her ribs, and one, probably not seen by the boy at the moment, on her back. In the center of each maroon spot was a slit where the knife had entered. With a shaky hand, she reached her hand to feel slightly inside of the slit. She could feel it with her finger tips. The cut deep on her skin. But it didn't hurt.

What did that mean for her though? Was this her powers? Or....was it something else entirely? She pulled her hand back, yet no blood was on her hand strangely. She felt so confused and lost. Her blue eyes shifted back to the boy, only this time her focus didn't stay on him long. Instead she quickly noticed something in his hand. Her necklace. The one Danny had given to her on her sixteenth birthday. Only, it looked different. It had scratches all over it and the silver chain was slightly discolored as well as having lost it luster.

She slowly took another step closer her eyes still on the necklace that was so aged, yet clearly hers, for a long moment before her eyes met his once more, "That's my necklace. Did you find it? Here at the river?" It was all slowly starting to come together. In getting her powers, Mira had done much research during her life about the supernaturals. Ghosts had been something she faintly read about, but she knew enough. It explained why she was here. Why the weather wasn't affecting her. Why she didn't feel any pain. Why she had sudden'y appeared when this boy found her necklace. She was dead. A ghost. She had read some ghosts were connected to special material things and this when they item was tampered with, even if just touched by a living being, the ghost would stir.

Mira's eyes were wide at this realization, her hands dropping to her side before she dropped to her knees, and even then the mud didn't affect her, "No....no, no, no. I-It can't be...." She ran her hands frantically ran over her face. She felt her skin on her finger tips, felt the rain hit her, but nothing actually touched her. The ran slid right over her without making her wet, just as the mud enveloped her legs without making her dirty. She wasn't really there. She was dead. She buried her face in her hands, a shriek escaping her in fear, and as she did the street lights around them burst, glass shard falling around them and the wires broke off, sizzling, leaving the whole area in a blackout. The water in the river became even more fast and wild, and even the ground below them shook slightly at her screams of terror.

It was like a train wreck- he just couldn’t peel his gaze away despite the terror he felt in watching her fingers slid into her own wound. The taste of bile rising in his throat with a sickening lurch of his stomach. He couldn’t edge back any further though, his feet kept slipping in the mud but for a moment he was hopeful she had forgotten all about him but then… she called him out on the necklace and he looked at it with wide eyes before shooting his gaze back to her. “I-” Oh god, he was terrified. What was she?

And before he could say anything else she was collapsing in the mud, and… and… screaming. “Stop!” He clasped his hands over his ears, the chain of the necklace tangled around his fingers as his reality rattled itself apart. He didn’t understand what was going on but this couldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t be happening. “STOP!”

Everything was like a whirlwind around Mira. Things broke and smashed, flying through the air by her levitation only to be thrown and shattered. It was much like that night at the prom, only on a much smaller scale. She cried there, bent over, her hands clawing at the dirt under her, and with the intensity of her powers building, her ghost self as physically able to touch the dirt under her fingers. She screamed more, the energy building all around them that she was so sure this boy in front of her, the one who held her necklace, would be the next to fall victim to her overwhelming powers. That is, until the boy suddenly yelled for her to stop so loudly even she could hear the comand over the loud roar of the wind and breaking of different objects around them.

The command he gave for her stop echoed and it was like a huge gust of wind smacked into her, making her fall backward as the commotion around her stopped instantly. She laid there stunned for a long moment, wondering what in the world had just happened to her. Carefully and slowly lifting herself up out of the mud, she winced. It hurt. Being hit by that gust of wind had physically hurt her. But if she was ghost how could something hurt her? She knew the answer before the thought was even finished in her mind. She eyed the necklace in his hand. Her coming back was obviously connected to that necklace. Maybe her powers were connected to it as well. Her powers did work in strange ways. Maybe the holder of that necklace, also held her powers, and even more so, her will, in his or her hands. So, that hadn't been a gust of wind at all. It had been her own powers being used against her.

Mira now glared at the boy and with a sudden snarl upon her pretty face, the image of her there flickered and in a instant was standing in front of him. Her hand going to snatch for the necklace. Only her hand went right through it. She yelled out in frustration, things beginning to move through the air again as she drew her hand back, her long nails ready to come down and slash at him.

His ears were still ringing despite how still the muddy bank had once more become and how the winds had quieted down. His feet were wedged in the muck, the water having soaked up to his knees when the river thrashed moments before. Something sharp had struck him- a stick or a rock and a cut on his cheek had begun to bleed. All he could do was stare at her though as she fell gracelessly back to share his misfortunate.

He could say nothing about it before she was suddenly before him- eyes wild and desperate and angry. They’d grown enraged so quickly and he struggled to jerk back a step but instead could only yell at her again. “Stop!” He tripped backwards over his own heels and gradually began to glare. “What the hell is your problem?!” His gaze tipped down to the necklace and he swung it violently as his brows knotted together with frustration. “If this is the problem, why don’t I just throw it back in the river?!” He threatened.

Her hand meant to claw at his face, stopped mere inches from its intended target as he yelled at her to stop again before tripping backwards. What was her problem? Was he really that stupid? Could he not see how terribly wrong this all was? She was dead first of all. That would be enough to make anyone angry and furious. But for him to be able to actually FORCE her to do as he wanted, even if thus far he had only ordered her to stop? That just as bad. She didn't want to be controlled by anyone. It angered her. She wanted this boy gone. Then once he was, she could just....just....what could she do? She wasn't able to pick up the necklace. And without it surely she would just disappear again. Great, now she was being indecisive. It was either be controlled, or not be around at all for her until someone else who, maybe stupidly, would find the necklace and having no idea what it was just keep it on their person, giving her free rein.

But with this boy, she didn't have free rein. She was under his control and would have to do as he said. Her glare matched his and she spoke, only to have a frantic look on her face when he swung the necklace, threatening to throw it into the river. She took a quick step forward, acting as if she were going to reach for it, though she knew she couldn't grab it even if he did throw it, "No! Don't!" She looked at him, her eyes begging, "Please! I don't want to be in the dark again!"