Point of Extinction: Chapter Five

His name is SOLOMON CAPTOR.  He is FIFTEEN YEARS OLD and he can SEE YOU.

He wears these ridiculously thick glasses, never matches his socks, matches his shoes with a similar consistency, and has two different colored eyes.  Before you've even talked to him, you can tell he's a bit of an oddball.  Note- A cute oddball.  Sure, his hair is a bit odd, definitely not as fluffy as you'd like, but not every potential love interest can be a Karl.  Potential love intererest... that brings up an interesting point.  Do you automatically crush on everyone who can see you?  Do you ONLY see them as potential love interests, or are there any that say, you could only feel for platonically and just be out of luck for that raffle?

It only gets better when you actually go ahead and meet him.

"HOLY THIT WHAT THE!" He sort of freaks out when you show up.  Understandably so.  Even if his phrasing is a bit too modern for what is currently your modern, but that's just lazy writing.  He also has a lisp-not just a little lisp but an incredibly prominent one and wow that is adorable.  Then there's you, looking like a floating cherry jolly rancher, or more like a shirley temple, since it's doubt-able that jolly ranchers yet exist.

"hello" You greet him in your usual monotone, acting casual in an attempt to make him not think this is quite as horrendously weird.  It probably isn't working because he's still in an obvious panic mode.  "im dave strider and im dead and you can see me, calm down"

"i can't calm down i thee dead people!" He flails about as he says something that isn't yet a bad movie reference. You sigh and roll your eyes, crossing your arms and legs both, sitting criss-crossed on absolutely nothing at all.

"no sir, you do not see dead people, you can see one single ghost and that is me" You hold your hand out for him to shake. "your hand wont go through me, just saying" He takes it hesitantly and shakes, at the very least he's calming down in good time.  You'll later learn that not everyone can be as accepting of the occult given a few minutes on the matter.

And so, with introductions out of the way, you get to know eachother a bit over the next few days.  He's a pretty interesting person-he's handy, and tinkers a lot with stuff around the house when his family is out, and sometimes even when his family is in.  He can be a bit of an asshole, but everyone has their flaws.  There's also something a little off about him, and if it was any worse he'd probably be committed to a mental institution, as he makes hairpin pivot turns in attitude at random points-he could be screaming at someone one second, hugging them the next.  Luckily for him it doesn't mess up his functionality enough that anyone would think him dangerous.  And luckily for you, it would be awful hard to pursue a potential romance within a mental facility.

Though it's awful hard to pursue a romance with him anyway, considering he has a girlfriend.  A cute young girl named Roxanne Lalonde, who seems to have made a habit of consuming more alcohol than she should, or should be capable of obtaining, but is still rather tolerable.  And, for a girl, a rival for Sol's tinkering skills.  Always an interesting thing.  If you were alive, you might have liked to befriend her.

It's a few months later that you see him in a mood that you haven't yet, even with his excessive mood swings; dejected.  He's sitting silently, staring at the far wall rather blankly.  Naturally, you approach him. "sol? whats the matter?" You place a hand on his shoulder as you ask, furrowing your brow.

"rockthee left me, thath all..." He shakes his head with a sigh, leaning on his hand. "it'th not that bad, jutht really annoying cauthe thee left me for a girl, it'th all that talk of another war i think, girlth getting impudent and thit cauthe latht time they had to take menth jobth and everything and ugh" You can tell that he doesn't have a very accepting stance on women's rights, but nobody really does right now, certainly not someone who just lost his girlfriend to another girl.  You know for a fact that in life, you would have been pretty worked up over these radical changes too, especially considering Lana didn't need any more rights, hell no.  But in death you sort of have a defaulted neutral position on these matters.

"whod she leave you for?" Of course your neutral position doesn't have any affect on your abilities to be absolutely uncouth and rude to the guy you're trying to get to love you.

"..." He turns and stares at you coldly.  Ooops.  But he does answer. "her best friend, girl named jane crocker"

"ah, her... well shes from an awful charming family" You sigh softly, leading him to turn to you with a quirked eyebrow. "not the crockers, no... shes adopted, her biological father, well, i knew him when i was alive..."

"knew him?  wait, wait, charming family??" He looks to you with something of horror in his eyes and you suddenly make the connection that you haven't got a chance, as he suddenly makes the connection leading to a rise in his voice. "oh god you're one of THEM aren't you! holy thit why the hell did i ever keep talking two you??? ithn't that illegal loth of platheth? ith THAT why you're dead!??? did you get caught in a freakth liplock with jane crockerth biological dad and he went free while they hung you!??"

You take off your sunglasses and glare him in the eyes.  Those duo-colored eyes of an asshole.  "no, i died because i was murdered by my girlfriend"

And with a turn, a flick of your tail, you're gone.

You can't believe you could have been so stupid.