Butterfly_Wings

Two babies born in the same year to different families, one male and one female, and opposite in every way. They will be rare hybrids, trihybrids, they will be the most powerful beings to walk the earth. One will turn to evil and the other to good. Good will triumph over evil, and evil will die out. This is what will come, I do not know when, but I saw it all happen and know it to be true. - The Prophet Isaiah

The Letters from Rose

  Since Skipper is a ghost, there is some talk about death in this chapter. It's short and not at all graphic, but it is sad of course. If you need to skip it please do. I'll insert a little warning before it starts and after its over. 


  Skipped walked out of the portal, and onto an empty street near the area Roxanne should have been searching for Andrew. We looked around to make sure no one had seen us, but no one was around. I tried to tap into any emotions from anyone in the area, but I couldn't find any. It was just...empty. 


 "Where are we anyway?" Skipper asked. 


 "Believe it or not, we're in Boston." I responded. 


 "Boston, Massachusetts? I thought there would be a lot more people here." he said. 


 "Me too..." I said, and paused to look around. 


 Shops lined the streets on both sides, and we looked in through the windows if we could, but from what could see, there was no one there. There were cars, but they were all parked on the sides on the street, no one was driving. 


  "Something is definitely wrong. No one on the street, not even someone walking or on a bike?No one in shops? Where is everyone?" I asked. 


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   "Your guess is as good as mine. I never saw anything like this while I was alive." Skipper commented. 


  "If you don't mind me asking, when did you pass?" I asked him. 


  "Oh, 1977. I was twelve, car crash." he said calmly. 


  "Don't be, I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Just think of me the next time you decide not to wear one." 


  "I don't think I will ever not think about that ever again." I said, and Skipper smiled.


  After walking down a few more streets and not seeing anyone, I decided to fly up above the city to see if I could see anyone. When I was up high enough, I began searching for any humans in other parts of the city, but I didn't find anything. 


  I flew back over to Skipper and reported my findings...or lack thereof. 


  We continued to walk around a little more, until we saw something laying in the middle of the street. All of the streets had been clean so far, so we ran over to whatever it was, hoping it would help us find out what had happened there. 


  It was a backpack. I carefully picked it up and checked it out, looking through all of the pockets. I found a tag that read "Belongs to." 


Empty Streets