[center][h3]Liam Pyne[/h3][/center]

Pushing open the door to his room Liam’s eyebrows shot up and he jumped sideways as a book hit the wall next to him. “Yo, Noah seriously dude calm the fuck down.” With a leaping roll Liam came up next to his couch and ducked as a few more books hit the wall. “Noah don’t make me kick your fucking ass.” 

The drowned boy stood in the middle of the room and it was clear he was pissed from the stream of water flowing down his face from his eyes and mouth in a soundless scream as the ghost hurled objects in the room at Liam. 

With a final dive for his bag Liam snagged the book bag and came up in a crouch. “Alright asshole. Game on.Arty help me solve this dicks problem.” For the third time that night Liam prepared himself for a possession. This one was going to be a hell of a possession though. Arty was a class three spirit and he packed a serious punch for a math nerd. The spirit flowed into Liam and all of the sudden he had a whole lot of hate for the bully Noah was being.

Leaping across the room Liam sunk both his hands into Noah’s chest lifting the spirit up off the ground Liam head butted the kid before grabbing his head and slamming it into the all too real edge of his book shelf. Something about Liam being possessed meant that he could force spirits to play by his rules more or less. It made the mortal world material for them when he was controlling them. While the bookshelf didn’t move it certainly had an effect on Noah’s head. With that Liam lifted the spirit above his head and slammed it to the ground. “Are you done Noah.” The spirit moved to use its Telekinesis and Liam kicked it in the head like he was kicking a soccer ball. At that point he realized his door was still open and he looked rather psychotic from anyone passing by. Walking to the door he closed it and walked back over to Noah. 

“I’m so done with spirits like you. Korie and Paulina are hot and you already ruined things plenty; hell I know one you assholes hurt Paulina last time she tried to talk to me so its fucking on. I get that you are dead but that doesn’t mean I have to suffer just because I can do something about it. You need to stop.” Grabbing Noah, Liam hurled him from the room.  The spirit sailed out of the outer wall of his room. “Asshole.” With that Liam released Arty and slumped onto his couch. 

[i]Noah is not going to settle just because you kicked his ass. He’ll be back[/i]

“I Know! I’ll deal with it tomorrow night. I’m too drained to do anything tonight. You have the location of the pond right? I’m going to relieve him of his death wounds so he will calm the fuck down. I’ll get salt and lighter fluid tomorrow. I’ll steal some rope too and we can haul his ass out of the pond and deal with him.” 

Flopping on his bed Liam sighed. Hopefully the throw down hadn’t drawn too much attention.