[h1][color=0072bc][center]Gray Crowell[/center][/color][/h1]

That really frickin' hurt his hand as a sharp pain began cutting through his hands, giving him the impression that nails were consistantly tearing through his fingers. He grinded his teeth in sheer anguish as he whipped his arm away. The stain of crimson kept flowing from his fingers as it dripped at a slow rate onto the floor.

Damn, that really hurt a lot... and that was probably one of the hardest punched he ever decided to throw. The impact started off small, about the size of his fist before it spread like wildfire. He could only ponder if it was all over, if this would end it all.

The screech was one of depravity, abandonment, sadness.

It startled him as he completely pivoted around to face Andy and the ghost. He shined the light upon the two, and backed away at a swift rate. The ghost was flailing around as if someone stole a precious person from her. That precious item didn't last as he broke a boundary that she could never repair.

Gray watched with a satisfied frown as she continued to move in a spastic manner before the finale occurred, allowing her vindictive natural to settle. He noticed some tiny crystals fly into the ghost as she continued with her seizures until they made contact.

The ghost... no, the girl fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while writhing in pain. For a moment, he felt guilty for her, but he couldn't figure out why. This girl attempted to steal their lives away, ending them. Why did he feel sorrow for her?

...

This was something he may never figure out.

The crackling sound of the mirror bursts behind him as he heard it shatter completely. He heard the tinkling of go as on the floor along with a soft thud. Before he could completely return his light and gaze upon the figure, the bathrooms light final switched back on.

The boy switched off his phone and put it into his pocket, as he slowly walked over to Andy, looking at Brody. He looks pretty beat up, like he traversed through a nightmare realm. Gray temporarily forgot about his wound as he felt the need to tend to Andy since he was also most likely in shock from this uneventful encounter.

The boy walked over to Andy and kneeled down beside the boy. He gave his assistance to him as he pushed the boy upwards from his current position, allowing him to so up. As he helped the boy up, Gray could see the obvious marks on his neck, something that wasn't there before. He could only stare in worry at the boy before speaking to him, hoping that this wouldn't cause too much trauma as fhis was a peculiar experience. It even went as far as to freak him out to and scare him.

[color=0072bc]"Hey, its all over Andy, no need for any salt anymore... I'm glad your ok, even though your a bit injured due to that ghost who got a little too friendly with you. Best you take it easy for now, alright?"[/color]

The boy gave a smile to the boy, although he too had a bit of pain embedded in his face as the sounds of dripping continued to pierce his ears. It was still there and it still hurt like hell. It felt warm to his skin, as he still was holding back his chance to scream in agony.

The wound would have to be tended to, but there were more pressing matters to attend to as he heard the sound of water flowing gave his focus as he turned to the sound. Brody was over the sink, staring at it as he begin shoving liquid into his mouth. Whatever happened must of been unholy and he must of tasted something disgusting.

He couldn't help but be glad that he was ok, but he still felt there was something strange. Maybe it was Brody's possible disposition currently that was sour, or maybe it was the atmosphere of this place. Either way he turned his attention back to the boy and gave him a genuine, wholehearted smile.

[color=0072bc]"Welcome back Brody, glad to see you're back here safe and sound. I hope nothing happened to affect your spirits. Sorry about that girl making fun of you, she'll apologize for it... I'm sure of it."[/color]