In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 6

Author’s Note: This is a fun chapter, hope you enjoy as we near the end of Volume 2!

Volume 2 – Chapter 6

Nearly a month after our second incident with a ghost, things had pretty much gone back to normal, at least in how we acted around each other. Of course, some things had changed–Asher was reading and searching the internet a lot more often, looking for information on ghosts and the supernatural, and Ayame had suddenly become much more interested in our trip to Italy and the brush with the ghost there–but overall, we were the same as we’d always been.

Meaning, at the moment, I was having fun.

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In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 5

Author’s Note: Short chapter, but we’re starting to see an advancement in the story here. Enjoy!

Volume 2 – Chapter 5

The moon, a waning crescent the color of paper left to sit too long in the reams, hung low in the sky, casting a dull and slanted light on the grassy field. Alone, an angel walked, hands shoved in the oversized pockets of his trenchcoat as he noticed with despair the droplets of water congregating on the top of his genuine-leather shoes.

With a sigh, he quickened his pace, heading for the line of trees barely visible in the dark, where they stood towering over a line of small sheds with far-too-large padlocks twisted onto their fronts, protecting the sports equipment and gardening tools inside from prying, foreign hands.

The angel squeezed his way between the rough wooden walls of the nearest sheds and descended a slight hill, stopping to glance up at the tops of the trees for a moment before turning his attention to the ground. He ran a finger over the roots, the thin blades of grass, before reaching into his pocket again.

This will do, he thought, producing a small silk bag emblazoned with a shining sun. He reached in and tenderly brought forth a cluster of small, yellowed teeth, which he cupped between his hands as if they were as valuable as a freshly-cut diamond–which, he thought with a smirk, they were.

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In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 4

Author’s Note: Wait, another new POV? That’s right, today’s chapter comes to you from Ayame’s point of view! Hope you all enjoy.

Volume 2 – Chapter 4

I was in what used to be a kitchen, examining the tarnished silverware that littered the floor and wondering exactly what it was I was supposed to be looking for, when I heard Cat scream. The sound was muted, travelling through the faded, stained ceiling before reaching my ears, but it was unmistakable, and I moved toward the door to the living room without a second thought.

Before I could even reach the doorway I heard a rapid thumping sound, both above and in front of me, which led me to believe that both Asher and Miller were already on the move.

Good, I thought, entering the cluttered living room and stepping over a dusty ceiling fan box and around a busted cabinet. At least they’ll be there.

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In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 3

Volume 2 – Chapter 3

School couldn’t end quickly enough, and I found it difficult to pay any attention at all as my teachers cycled through our classroom, reading from thick books and trying, unsuccessfully, to get the students in my class to participate. Mostly, I just alternated between pushing the lead out of my pencil and holding down the eraser to force it back in–sure, it was probably going to come back to bite me later, but I had more important things on my mind.

As soon as I got through the school day, we were going to look for a ghost. Finally, after weeks of looking back on what happened in Italy and skirting around the topic with Asher and Miller, we were finally going to do something about it.

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In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Oh, cool, another chap–wait a minute, is this in Cat’s POV? That’s right, now we get to hear about these crazy adventures straight from the girl who causes them! I hope you enjoy.

Volume 2 – Chapter 2

My alarm pulled me from my sleep, ringing in my ears like a trumpet-player hitting a high note, and I shot up, rolling to my side to avoid the sound and nearly falling off of my bed. But, before that could happen, I shot my arm out, slamming it on top of my nightstand and saving myself from a future laying face-first on my bedroom floor.

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I took a look around my room, blinking slowly and trying, without any luck, to convince myself to sit up and get out from under the haphazardly-arranged sheets.

It was only 7:30, but rays of bright light already dominated my room, hitting the mirror on the far wall and reflecting onto nearly everything within it, from my closet door, to my laptop and even the dirty clothes strewn across the floor.

Scratching my head, sending small strands of red into my face, I thought about how hot the day ahead was probably going to be–if it was already so hot this early, I could just imagine what a blazing day I had ahead.

Just then, as I sat groggily in my bed, contemplating the day that had hardly even begun, I realized something.


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In Our Image – Volume 1 Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Here it is, the last chapter of Volume 1! I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far, and let me know what you think!

Volume 1 – Chapter 7

The thing came at me so fast that I didn’t even have time to react, but, luckily, it had terrible aim. Dashing past me, accomplishing nothing more than to force a cool breeze across my side, the figure shot free of the stone it had been hiding in, coming to rest behind me and my friends.

There was no way to tell what had happened–the shadow could have been anything–and I tried to tell myself that it was just a bat, or some other unlikely coincidence, but the attempt was short-lived. We had all seen the seemingly ever-expanding mist, we had each felt the rush of impossibly cool wind as the shadow passed us, we all had the same feeling deep in our souls.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

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In Our Image – Volume 1 Chapter 6

Author’s Note: Long chapter today, I hope you enjoy!

Volume 1 – Chapter 6

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was laying on the floor, still dressed in my makeshift armor from the previous night and with a large blanket thrown haphazardly over my body, covering only my right leg and half of my torso. After a moment of grogginess in which I heavily debated with myself on whether to get up or go back to sleep, I pushed myself into a sitting position, letting the pot fall off of my head and clatter to the ground.

Miller was at my side, laying on his stomach with the lower half of his body hidden under the bed and the upper half covered by a blanket identical to mine. Although he seemed to be sleeping soundly, he woke up when the cookware made contact with the floor, fumbling around under the cover for a few moments before poking his head out and squinting at the sudden presence of light.

“What happened?” he asked, standing and stretching with a yawn. I did the same, and was surprised to find that, after moving, I didn’t feel tired at all, despite only getting around five hours of sleep.

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