A Short Story Of Jason's Funeral: A Fictional Narrative

He waited for another one, two, three seconds, but it was still silent. The pitch black darkness was as hushed as an empty soul, and Jason’s heartbeat slowed down. The burning sensation stayed in his fingers, and Jason reflexively pushed down on his pointer finger, just as he had always done hundreds of years ago. “Stay there,” Jason wanted to say to the voices. “Stay there, and please don’t bother me again. Please.”
But he couldn’t bring his mouth to say it, and one by one, they each came back. “So frightening, our Master,” One said, almost mockingly and Jason met eyes with a ghost-like figure of a person who kept changing faces. It was faded away, but Jason could make out the sign that said ‘Morpher’ stamped on the right side of their

“Am I Daisy?” The girl asked in Daisy’s voice, and Jason felt terrified.
Then the girl’s face morphed into Jason’s best friend in the afterlife, Jon. “Or am I Jon?” Jason’s head spun and spun, when suddenly the face changed into one familiar, familiar, person. And that familiar person was one of the Leaders in the Afterlife- Hans Justice. “Now that you know who I am, I might as well cut to the chase,” Hans said, a sadistic smile written across the lines of his face. “We’re building a portal into your world. We’re going to take over the human world, just like our plan was from the beginning. The bullets in our guns are dangerous to your kind. After you left, we knew that we needed to do some thinking in order to get back at you.” Jason watched in horror when the leader across from him waved his hands to summon a holograph of all the Messengers, Faders, and Morphers. There was hundreds, thousands, millions of them, all listening to new leaders, familiar guns and gadgets in their hands. Hans swiped his hand through the hologram, leaving Jason

“Have you forgotten how powerful your family was?”
“You guys aren’t my family,” Jason muttered. “You’ll never be my family.”
Hans stopped walking, chuckling to himself. “That may be so, my dear Jason Anderson.” He disappeared from behind the boy and then reappeared in front of Jason. “That may be so.”
Hans wasn’t as fast at fading anymore. Jason had been a class act.
“However,” A new, familiar voice entered, and Jason quickly turned to meet eyes with the other leader of the Afterlife, Yumi Lee. She was always wise and fair, always taking care of the others. But now she was masculine and tall, her eyes narrowed into slits. Jason was genuinely scared. “Since we’re good people, we’ll give you a hint on when and where we are launching our attack. Tonight.”
Hans nodded, and when Yumi spoke, the space next to her began to make out the words that were coming out of her mouth in a picture. The first thing Jason saw was the baseball field he played kickball on in the summer.
“In the baseball field, right behind your middle school! How easy for you, you’ll know where it is.” Yumi’s voice dripped with mock sweetness, and Jason