Devil's Downfall

Dad's house is a rickety ramshackle place, somewhere you only come to get out of the cold. With how drafty it is it doesn't even do that well. The already empty rooms feel almost barren with dad not here. The house was exactly how we left it but it felt off, the place was never quite right, but now here I am a nobody in a house of cards that has already come crumbling to the ground.

 Lucky for me the house that has been in the family for generations required almost no bills or payment. Dad never saw the need for electricity, he never wanted hot water, and gas for heating could always be solved with an extra blanket, leaving food. Brother returned that Sunday, he came with good news, and it hurted to tell him the bad. He hugged me. At that moment it felt like it all clicked dad was dead. I cried so hard that night my eyes were swollen in the morning. Will never cried, he always acted like he was better than it. Even when he found out the news his eyes stayed as dry as the Nevada. Mom didn't come back, when she received the news all she did was scoff and said "it was gonna happen sooner or later." At dads funeral the only ones to show up were Will and I, as well as dads hated Oldman and a couple other friends of his we never knew. That was it, it happened in a blur but when we were done grandpa came up to us and offered us a chance.

"You can come and join my dojo. If you do Little Liz I will be willing to pay for Will's college expenses." Will tried to talk me out of it, but I ended up agreeing. "Sweet child, let me show you martial arts, and inherit the silver falcon style." Grandpas dojo was built on an island designed in the monster human war as a forward operating base. Under grampa there were three disciples Hana, Tang, and Magnis. The others put an effort in but Magnis despised the world. If he wasn't moping in a corner you could find him picking at his food. I was the wedge to split his stubren skull. At first it was just mild presenters, and then it turned into a fling. We couldn't get away from each other. He was my sun to my darkened world, and I was his flashlight to guild him. If time could last. Grandpa called Magnis up to his office, and when he returned he was never the same, that fall he killed himself, he hanged on his favorite lemon tree the one we scratched are names into mere months earlier. Hana was the one to find him, Tang was the one who cut him down, I couldn't make myself leave my room. 

But after a few months I eased back into life with another hole missing in my heart. All was peaceful until a man in a white suit came wandering through those doors. He called himself the debt corrector, and he said it's time the old man pays. Behind him came a way to a familiar face.

"I know of no such thing." Grandpa stood up, entering his stance.

"Oh, well it's too bad your debt is well past dew, perhaps you would prefer me to call it karma." 

"You don't know who you're messing with."

"But I'm sure your grandson here knows."

Grandpa's eyes widened with shock.

"But how, he's supposed to be dead. I saw it myself."

"Perhaps ghosts have come to haunt you, or maybe you choose to mess with the wrong gang. Because we in last honor have a saying, those who are dead are allowed to lose and weep."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, it just means that the race isn't over until you're lying six feet under."