Lost Soul by Forest Ostrander (best romance ebooks txt) 📕

"So that's why you were killed?" Nathan asked. I nodded.

"The boys wanted to key to make themselves rich and start a whole new war again. They had hoped that they would conquer enough of it with the missiles to where they could control the world. I was the only one standing in their path since I was the only one who had the key and knew its whereabouts."

"So why did they kill you then? If you were the only one, why not just kidnap you until you did tell them?"

"Because I knew they would have killed me anyway, information about the key's location or not."

"That still doesn't explain why they didn't just kidnap you." I found it cute how Nathan was struggling to wrap his mind around the idea.

"The thing is with me. You can kidnap me all you want but I would die before you would even get a peep out of me. It's a shame really. They were so eager to please their boss that they must not have thought it through entirely. Now that I'm dead, hopefully it will take them years before they find the whereabouts of the key."

"Where is it?" Nathan asked.

"I'm not telling you. Even in death I will still keep that a secret. You don't know who can listen on our conversation. There are people out there who can hear us you know."

"How do you know that?" Nathan was now looking at me.

"Well, isn't there? I mean, there have to be psychics." Nathan chuckled.

"Ya, but they won't be called onto a scene without you doing something to the living like scaring them." I frowned. I didn't want to scare people, I just wanted help to stop the boys. Noticing my reaction, Nathan laid a hand on my shoulder and lightly squeezed it.

"Don't worry. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to." I smiled at him and we both headed in. Instantly I picked the seat right on the very top of my coffin. They had the lid closed so I guessed they too didn't really want to see my body as much as I did. Nathan sat down next to me after some persistence on saying it was ok if he sat down. We watched the pastor announce some versus from the bible and the chorus began to sing. They were singing some of my favorite songs that I had told grandma before to play. They were up beat and not a hint of sadness in them. That's how I wanted people to feel, I wanted them to come here and feel happy, not sad. I even told grandma that I wanted a party for the after banquet so they would leave with laughter in their steps.

"Wow. You have some cool choices in music," Nathan said. He had his eyes closed and was listening to the music.

"Ya. I told my grandma that if I ever died, I wanted cheerful, party like music to play and not that sappy sad music. I want people to come here and have fun so that when they left this place, it would make my passing more bearable. Wait till you see the banquet." I was beaming at the idea that soon a video of a wolf pack came onto the screen. We were at the zoo and I was standing in front of the wolf enclosure. Grandma was recording me and I heard her ask.

"Come on Forest. Get the wolves howling," I was smiling and laughing before turning around. Everything went silent as I threw my head back and howled. After a few seconds into the howl, the wolves joined in and we all howled together. Everyone in the pews was laughing and I heard one say out loud.

"Yup, that's Forest." I turned back around in the video with the wolves still going at it, my face bright with the big smile. The video then changed to my 14th birthday party when I had the food fight in the living room. Everyone was laughing and cheering as cake and ice cream started flying. The crowed were laughing as well, especially when grandma came in screaming.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" All of us had stopped covered in cake and ice cream with grins on our faces and a bubble of laughter.

"You really did that?" Nathan asked.

"Ya, it was fun. We ate it right after so nothing went to waste. The dogs joined in by cleaning up the floor." Nathan chuckled.

"That must have been some hell of a party."

"I try to make all my birthday parties fun. And I rarely do the same thing twice. I try to spice them up a bit."

"You know what you should do?" Nathan asked. I looked at him.

"What?"

"This is a perfect time to perfect your skills in moving objects. Show them you're still here." I looked out at the people in the pews and was silent for a bit. When I did speak, I asked.

"Won't that scare them?"

"Not if you do it slowly and non-threateningly."

"And how do you do that?" I asked. "Anything moving without something actually being there to move is scary and seems threatening."

"Move your picture," Nathan said pointing to the photo on the Pastor's stand. I thought about it for a bit, debating on if it would be a good idea or not. When I made my decision, I said.

"Fine. But if they freak I blame it on you." Nathan laughed and said.

"Fine by me. But this is good practice." I just rolled my eyes and watched the rest of the funeral. When my grandmother came up to say a few things, I instantly locked my eyes on her.

"Forest came to live with me at 9 months old. I have seen her growing up into a fine, young woman. Granted there were times when she frustrated me and we even butt heads every so often but Forest always had a kind heart. Though half the time she wouldn't show it, she was always there to defend her friends and her animals. She was always the first to react when someone was in danger or needed her help and she never turned an animal down. Forest was a true angel in disguise and I'm sure many of us here believe that." A lot of heads nodded in agreement.

"The day when Forest first entered into her first beauty pageant, I was so proud of her. She looked so beautiful in her dresses though she moaned and complained about the entire thing every second but once she was on stage, she was a true sport. She always told the girls good luck in her speech and she would even get the crowed laughing at some random thing or joke. She always enjoyed making people laugh and even though she refused to listen to anyone but herself half the time, I still loved her. I especially found it difficult at times though when she became stubborn with her pill taking. All in all, Forest was a magnificent person and I regret what happened to her. The day when she died, she had phoned me on my cell saying to not come home. She said some people where there to hurt all of us and she told us to stay away, that she would handle it. When I arrived home, all the animals were in different places for their protection and she was gone. I only wish that she had not been killed, she will be greatly missed." Nathan nudged me in the ribs with his elbow.

"Ow, What's that for?" I asked him, rubbing my side. Nathan pointed to the photo and I sighed.

"Really? Now?" Nathan nodded but remained quiet. I headed up to the stand and reached for the picture.

"Remember, imagine yourself lifting it up and put concentration in it," I heard Nathan say behind me. I did as he told me and when grandma was just heading down the stairs I made the photo lift off of the stand a few inches. The crowd gasped and my grandmother turned around as I made the picture rise higher and higher before gently bringing it over to my coffin and setting it down, when I let go I instantly felt drained.

"Easy now. Until you get the hang of it, it will tire you out." I sat on the floor and looked out at the crowed who were staring, even the pastor was staring. Nathan chuckled.

"Look at that? No screaming."

"Shut up. They are probably frightened to death now." I said glaring at him.

"I don't think so. They would have ran."

"Not necessarily." I said with a grumble. When I wasn't so tired I stood up and said.

"Let's go. They know I'm here now. Time to go find out more things I can do." I headed down the aisle and could hear light whispers spreading throughout the pews as friends and family whispered to each other at what had just happened. I heard Nathan following behind me and was pleased though that moving the picture frame was a success. Maybe when I do practice more, I could move more than just a picture frame. Lifting into the air, I asked.

"So where to now?"

"Anywhere you want to go," Nathan said with a shrug. I thought for a minute and said.

"Can you teach me how to move people instead?" Nathan shook his head.

"No. You do not want to move someone. You could hurt their own soul if you push too hard. Its not the actually body you will be pushing when you move someone, its their soul that you touch and move."

"How can I hurt it?" I asked. What other things will pose a problem? I wondered.

"You will make them go mad and do some very bad things. You must never touch someone's soul. That's how many people end up in jail. A soul has touched them and their soul did not react to it so kindly and BAM! You have an angered human doing bad things."

"Oh..." Was all I could muster out from my lips.

"But don't worry. As long as you follow what I teach you. You shouldn't worry about it as much." I nodded and we found a nice place on the top of a church tower and I listened closely to Nathan's teachings.

Nathan was with me still, he had been for about three weeks now. I was growing accustom to his presence and was pleased with all the new things he was teaching me along the way. We had stopped at the burial site when my family finally laid me in my grave on a bright sunny day. I learned how to slightly move the clouds so the sun would shine through and I made it so that a slight beam of sunlight flashed down on my coffin as it lowered in so my family had a since of peace that I 'found' the light. I was pleased as I became stronger and stronger with my practices and I could finally hold my own at moving objects for more than a second without getting tired. I managed to hold a barrel of wire up for two hours straight before