You weren't in control of the mouse, it was moving all on its own as it was traversing through liveleak. You were a little too scared to see what would happen if you tried to take control of it, so you just let it do its thing.

Multiple tabs started opening up instantaneously, photos of people, clippings of news reports, what really fucked with you though were uncensored pictures of corpses and crimes scenes that were the most numerous out of it all.

A new internet window opened up, taking up most of the screen up with it. You looked to see that it was notepad, and almost immediately words started to appear, and you read them as they were typed out.

G- It's been a while since I've last had contact with a Warden, your kind's power has been rather elusive and it's hard finding a partner for my quotas. Luckily your search history pretty much confirms all my suspicions.

The words stopped typing, and you just stared in silence for a moment.

G- You wanna ask me any questions (:??

Your hands trembled a bit as they started typing on the keyboard.

Who are you?

G- You can refer to me as G, we're going to be talking a lot so let's just keep it at that, don't ask me anything else about myself, and don't try to pry into who or what I am, understood??

You reflexively scowled at what you just read, and 'G' quickly responded to this.

G- Don't make such a poor face, I usually come off quite strongly with that first impression but it's a given after my time working with you guys. (:

She saw you fucking scowl?!

Confused at first, you then take direct notice the webcam that sits next to your monitor, with quick haste you turn it backwards so it faces the wall behind it.

G- Awwwww why'd you have to go and spoil all the fun :(

Thinking of what to type at first, you look over at your microphone that's also connected to your PC, and try to test something out.

"Who are you and what do you want."

It takes a moment, but the typing starts once again.

G- I already told you, you can call me G. Also, it's not really want per say, but it's what will benefit us both in the long run, I am contracted to you until you meet your quota until then we both have to work together to solve crimes and help spirits move on to ascension past this plane. I know that you see ghosts, and that is exactly what I have contacted you, my quota itself will meet its deadline at the same time yours will, so both of us meeting the goal would be a win-win. Now since I'm guessing you're new at this, I should explain to you this full phenomenon that you've had your entire life, while also giving insight on the quotas?"

You accept the offer

You weren't going to lie, you were scared shitless about this whole situation, you didn't want to think this person would do if you pissed them off or denied them, so you went along with it for now.

Giving a small sigh, you reply to her offer.

"Go on..."

G- :) Good choice. Now, where shall we start? Other than G, you can also refer to me as an observer. Whenever you are online doing work, I can spectate all of which you are doing and help you along the way in terms of finding distressed spirits in need of help ascending while you help cross out their requirements in order to do so, normally your kind are referred to as wardens, so that is what I will refer to you a title. Observers and Wardens share a 'professional relationship' as most of your kind would say. Both of us need to meet a certain amount of ascensions for the distressed in order for us to stay alive to put it brutally honest. After completing our quotas, we are free from future quotas until we are called into service again, which is normally five years. Any questions?

You what kind of spirits do you need to help

"You keep on mentioning distressed spirits, can you explain that a little more?" You ask.

G-Well I thought it was pretty self-explanatory, but it's mainly spirits who haven't ascended yet and still roam this world in their plane of existence. The reasons why they don't ascend vary, and it's usually a case by case basis I assume as the reasons for such happening can be arbitrary. I don't know who decides this and what their reasons are, but that isn't my job so I don't really care and neither should you.

"Well, then how do I help them ascend then?" You say a bit frustrated.

G- I'll give you more details when you come in contact with your first spirit, but the general idea is to give them fulfillment or right a wrong that has been done against them. Other times it's simply just making them happy, you can usually tell what you need to do once you get more information about the spirit, but I'll help you if you're too dense to do the task yourself.

You are there others?

"You're talking as if there are others like me and you out there..."


G- Well obviously retard, do you really think that the two of us would be able to handle all of the distressed spirits that are currently roaming? Yes, our numbers aren't legion, but they make do to keep balance in the spirits our kind help on the daily.

"How hard is it to make contact with another one of my kind?" You ask, a bit tempted to make contact with someone that also shares your powers, but only to relate."

G- Yeah fuck off, that's classified information that's only available to observers, you won't need help from other wardens on your quotas and you get it regardless.

"It wasn't about help." You mutter to yourself.

No more questions

"That's all I wanted to know." You say, finishing the questions you had to ask.

G- One other thing I should mention, your grace period for snitching has been over for quite some time now, but like a good boy you are, you've remained silent which was to your benefit.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

G- Every warden such as yourself has a grace period from when they are born in which they are able to tell people that they see ghosts and such without suffering any consequences. Once a certain age is reached, however, yours is 16, the grace period ends, and any talk of your powers with anyone else will make you suffer....repercussions. It's not something that's easy to explain, but let's just say for your health it's best to keep this relationship between me and you and your whole powers quiet and hidden like you've been doing so far. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety.

These words intimidated you immediately as you read them. Luckily G didn't see this with the webcam turned, otherwise, you probably would have teased heavily. It's not like you were planning on telling anyone about your powers anyway, though this still messed with you immensely.

G- Anyway this explanation has tired me, I'll brief you tomorrow on any spirits that need your help, but until then just relax and pat yourself on the back for all the fun you're about to have, because believe me you have no idea how hard I'm going to ride your ass to get this quota done, I've got shit to do so the sooner we do this the better.

You finished reading her last passage, and after a few moments, you saw that everything that had been written in the notepad was being deleted rapidly until there was thinning left a minute later.

As you contemplated your situation with your hands clasping your head, you felt a buzz in your pocket. Taking out your phone, you see a new message from an unknown number, with an area code foreign from your state. It came from the United States though that much you could tell.

G- ^_^ Don't go off calling me, this is just to send you information about spirits.

You frowned heavily at this message, which leads to another one.

G- What did I tell you about making those ugly faces :)?

You had an instinct to throw your phone against your bedroom wall with the anger and frustration you were feeling, but quickly came to your senses and stopped yourself from harming your electronics.

You needed to sleep this fucking day off.

You time

Time had passed since your first encounter with G on your computer. Your stomach problems had died down enough that you were able to go back to school two days later, but it still lingered, and you ended up asking G about it.

G said not to worry about it and that it was just apart of the quota, once you were to ascend a spirit, it would die down completely, and would only come back if you neglected your duties to help ascend spirits.

When G told you this, you wanted nothing more than to get the first spirit out of the way, but as you pestered G about any possible spirits that you would be able to help, G kept on telling you that you just had to wait until something was to pop up that you could easily complete without binding you to help a high difficulty spirit for good.

It was around the fourth day while in English class that you had received a message as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket while your teacher was giving you all a lecture. Something about personal growth or some boring shit that you weren't paying all that much attention too.

Sneaking your phone out of your pocket and placing it on your lap, you checked your messages only to see that it was from G as you had suspected.

Alright listen dipshit, I got a lead on a spirit that would be a good starting off point for you. There's a few spirts near a bridge where people usually commit suicide, after looking through each one of their backstories and suicide notes depending if there ever was one, I came up with at least two that would be fairly easy to solve. Check your locker during lunch and you'll find a bus pass for the day, it'll take you to the bridge and back home once you're done with everything. Give some excuse to your parents that you're busy or some shit because I'm telling you now, you're not going to be getting home until late tonight. I'll text you once you're out of class with more details.

Fuck, it was a Thursday too, couldn't G just waited till tomorrow.

During lunch, you opened your locker and stuck between a few notebooks you saw the bus pass that G had mentioned. A shiver ran down your spine as you wondered how G was able to even do this, or if there were other people in on this whole program or whatever it was. All you knew is you didn't want to piss off G all that much if there was this much possibility for direct interference in your life outside of the internet.

Luckily the public bus stop wasn't all that far away from your school, so once classes had ended you went there to wait for the next bus that was to come.

With your phone in your hands, you waited impatiently for G to text you with more instructions as you started tapping your foot. Soon enough one came as you quickly opened the new message.

G- Here I'm sending you the exact bus routes you'll be taking in order to get to where you need to be, make sure you're not retarded and fall asleep on a bus and miss one of your stops, we need to conserve as much time as possible if we're going to get these quotas done, hell I even think we can do two today depending on how fast you are and how good you are at this job. I'll message you once you get to your location, I can track you through GPS.

Jesus fucking Christ, G had set you up to take at least four different buses in order to get to the suicide bridge.

As you boarded each crowded bus, you sat by yourself in the middle of each one as you just looked out at the scenery with each ride. Time went by at a leisurely pace that matched that of the bus.

The fourth bus was the emptiest out of all the other ones, with only about seven or eight other people on board. This probably had to do with the fact that you were on the outer edges of town, where only warehouses and other sort of industrial buildings made up the surrounding land.

Getting off at a secluded bus stop all by yourself, you checked your phone for any new messages from G along with finding the time. You see that it's barely four, and you've yet to get any new messages for G which makes you slightly worried. You don't see any bridge in which would be your destination anywhere close, causing you to think that you might have gotten off on the wrong stop.

Just as you think about waiting for another bus, you feel your phone vibrate as you see that you've gotten a message from G.

G- Alright good, so you didn't fuck up with the directions and get yourself lost, it seems I should put more faith in you. Anyway, the bridge that you'll be needing to get to is going to be up the hill to the east of you, by all of those red factories that you should be able to see.

Following her directions with your eyes, you see the factories that she's talking about in the distance. It seemed like a far walk though, and you wondered if you could have gotten off closer at another bus stop as you could have sworn you saw one by there as your bus was coming down here. Sighing in laziness, you start your walk as you follow the crumbling sidewalk that goes uphill.

With a cloudless sky, the sun beat down on you heavily, with the congested smog that made up this part of town not helping you with the walk either, hell you didn't realize that you were this out of shape, as you were already at a loss for breath twenty minutes into the walk. Though as you passed another brick factory, you could finally see the bridge come into view on the other side of the hill. What really fucking sucked though that it was even farther downhill, then what you had walked up in the first place. You let out a pained groan as you continued on with your trek.

It was probably already close to five-thirty when you finally reached the bridge at the bottom of the hill, and you sat down next to the start of the bridge and took a break to catch your breath. Your back was soaked in sweat and you kept wiping your forehead in a futile effort to get rid of the moisture that was following into your eyes.

You regretted not bringing water or something on this trip, you reminded yourself to yell at G for not telling you it would be this far of a walk.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little h-." You catch yourself as you answer the question that you guessed was directed to you, you quickly turn your head to face this strange voice and with what comes into view, your heart quickly drops.

At first, it seemed like countless of them, but as you started to slowly count the spirits, you saw that it was around eight of them all staring directly at you, only a few meters away.

You were at a loss for words as you quickly picked yourself up and made some space between you and the horde that watched you silently. Fumbling for your phone in your pocket, you started to open your messages to see that G still hadn't sent anything.

"Hey you fuck, I know you can hear me, fucking send something!" You quietly yell directly at your phone as the spirits stare at you with puzzlement.

A few seconds after your demand, you see a few speech bubbles as new messages start to appear on your screen.

G- Sorry, Sorry. I was doing something lol. So did you get to where you need to go?

The bridge

Pointing up your phone, you made it so that your front-side camera was facing all the ghosts that were before you. Almost immediately, you got a reply from G.

G- God fucking hell, I didn't think you would get their so fast. Alright listen up dipshit, Don't make any unnecessary interactions with these ghosts, if you do something stupid you're going to get yourself bound to help one of these spirits without knowing how hard each one is to ascend. I have a few options for you so look for one of them. There should be a small little boy with brown hair, his name Ken so if you call out to him he should react to you, the other one is a more teen looking male named Jordan, he should be pretty ripped and bulky at first glance. Only choose between those two, if you fuck up and pick someone harder then you'll really cause problems for us down the road.

Looking up from your phone, you see that the ghosts haven't moved from their positions, and haven't said anything at all. This was really tripping you out, you would have expected one of them to start screaming at you or something since you were alive, but there was none of that.

You ken

You felt like the needs of a kid would be simpler than that of a teen such as yourself. Getting him to ascend would probably be easy no doubt.

Looking around the ghosts, you immediately spot the one that fits the description that G had given you as he was the smallest one there. However now that you had given each ghost a closer inspection, you notice that most of them didn't really seem all that decayed or worn, at least not as much as others you had encountered.

As you step closer in preparation to call out to Ken, one of the ghosts says something to the other ghosts in a hushed tone.

"He can see us..."

"Of course he can, he heard what Mike said to him..." Another one says.

"What do we do?"

The ghosts remain silent as they all go back to looking at you as if waiting for you to do something. Though you notice, that some of them appear to be changing. With features of that of decay starting to appear in which you would normally see with other spirits.

Ignoring this, you head the advice of G and only focus on talking to Ken, besides it's not like spirits were able to touch you anyway. At least none that you had encountered before.

"Ken!" You call out, hoping to get his attention.

The small looking child looks at you, but he doesn't seem to move forward and hides behind one of the other ghosts.

"Ken, I'm here to help you. I won't bite I promise." You say trying to coax him out of his fear.

"What do you want with him?" The ghost in which Ken is hiding behind asks.

You didn't know exactly how much conversation you were to limit with these ghosts, but if you did something wrong G was going to be pissed, and with what he said you were going to fuck yourself over.

You respond

It's not like you couldn't just give simple answers to these ghosts to state your intentions, if that's all you did then you're sure you would be fine.

"I'm helping him leave this place." You say bluntly.

Ken though doesn't seem to move from his spot, which kind of irks you a bit.

"Don't you want to go to heaven kid? To get your peace?" You say, though with a bit more of assertiveness in your voice.

"Well yeah but.... there are people who've been here longer than me. They should go first..." Ken said in a meek tone.

"Sorry kid but it doesn't work like that, my guides have told me that you've been chosen first to ascend, so come wi-."

"The kid says he doesn't want to go with you." The girl he's standing behind interrupts you.

Fuck this was getting troublesome.

"So you're going to make the kid stay here then? Forever and ever and never have the chance of getting his eternal peace?"

"Fuck off, stop trying to make me out to be the bad guy, don't you think this kid is scared with you trying to take him off without explaining anything?"

You were starting to get really annoyed.

"Everything in my line of work has a reason, and a lot of us don't know the specifications for these reasons so mind your own fucking business or the next one of us that happens to come back here is just going to skip out on you if they find out that you're as troublesome as you are."

You were about to continue your tirade, but you started to feel a lot of buzzing coming from your phone in your pocket.

Taking it out, you saw that it was a spam of messages from G.

G- Are you fucking retarded, do you have any idea what you've just done!

"What, what happen?" You whisper into your phone.

G- You autist you've grown an emotional attachment to her and now you have to bind with her, didn't I fucking warn you about this earlier, why the hell didn't you listen to me!

"I didn't even talk to her that much, are you actually bullshitting me right now because if you are this isn't funny."

G- Fucking Christ you know what? Fuck off and go find someone else to help you with ghosts. If you can't follow my simple ass instructions then working with you is going to be a pain in the ass. Good luck meeting your quota dipshit.

You tried responding to G to try and calm him down, but your messages failed to go through, seeing that he blocked you.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed, you were royally screwed.