In April of 2001 a guard retired from the Florida State Prison at Raiford, Florida. With the condition that no one reveal his name he told a story to a Tampa Newpaper reporter that was strange and spooky.
He stated that shortly after Ted Bundy was put to death in the Florida Electric chair that guards including himself would go into the room where the electric chair was located and there would be Ted setting in the chair. He would not be strapped in or or anything he would just be setting there smiling at who ever came in the room like he knew a secret. When you would approach the chair or speak he would simply vanish. At one point the former guard said it got so bad that you could not get a guard to go into the room. Other guards began to report that they would see Ted in the area of his former cell where he spent the last hours of his life. Some claimed he spoke to them and all reported he said the same thing. It was “ Well I beat all of you didn’t I ” The former guard said the Warden and Wardens staff went guard to guard and told them that any guard who reported what was going on at the prison would be fired. Several didn’t have to be warned they quit after seeing Ted a time or two.
And the former guard said Ted was not the only ghost out at Starke haunting the prison.
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
Dear Bell-Mom, So how did Iriel get expelled from the Ossuary?
“Oh–dear,” Orla looked down, biting her bottom lip. “It’s difficult to hear, to understand… He–Iriel killed one of his professors,” her musical soprano dropped to a hush. “Deliberately.”
“It was only eight or nine months after he’d lost us. He was only just back on his feet, thanks to Solude’s determined care. He was still raw with burns, still in constant agony, hands swaddled in bandages. He could barely walk yet, his crushed leg weak, but he was determined that he would master his gift, to have control, or be damned. So, he’d returned, as soon as he could, to the Ossuary.
He eschewed painkillers, treatment of any kind, using the pain as a focus. It made him hard, sleepless, difficult to discipline or engage…”
She sighed, twisting her hands together, knowing she was avoiding it. “He discovered that another student, someone he cared for, was being abused–tormented emotionally and physically–at the hands of a mutual teacher. It–it broke Iriel, enraged him past sense. Fearless, heedless, he confronted the abuser, and when the miserable creature admitted it, Iriel just went mad.
“He still struggled with control, but now the floodgates of his vast powers were wide open, his ruined hands the intermediary. Perhaps he’d only meant to strike the man, but it lit a conflagration instead. Iriel watched him die screaming, begging for mercy. Iriel–” she stopped, her face pale, ill.
“He laughed, the entire time. He laughed until he wept over the pile of greasy, black ash left behind. Then, he promptly confessed to the headmaster, a horrible smile fixed to his face, still high from aether, from power.”
“Uncovering the extent of the teacher’s crimes–for his victims had been numerous–the Ossuary elected to expel Iriel, rather than press charges, but it was a near thing. They couldn’t afford the embarrassment of a known molester in their ranks, anymore than they could afford Iriel–remorseless in his newfound powers, and evidently uncontrollable. So, they painted it as a terrible accident, a lesson for new students: ‘Don’t overreach your bounds, obey your masters, stay to the path.’”
Because harassing Wes is the (best) national pastime...
The other day scrollingdown and I were entertaining the idea that Wes Weston was actually part ghost. And by part ghost we mean 1/128th ghost… as in his ghostly heritage is diluted by 7 or 8 generations of perfectly normal human beings entering in the family tree, to the point that he has no ‘ghost form’ and no ghost powers, and likely doesn’t have any living relatives even aware that there was a halfa in the family tree. The only physical manifestation of that heritage are his green eyes, and maybe some above average night vision (which makes it slightly easier for him to sneak around and gather clues, but nothing to write home about). His weak ghostly aura may also be a mildly passive yet contributing factor to why absolutely no one will believe his wild theories and why he’s obsessed with exposing Danny.
But, while he has no ghost abilities, he does have some ghost limitations and attributes…
Blood Blossoms are practically poisonous kryptonite to ghosts… but Wes? It’s more like an allergic reaction or hay fever. If the pollen reaches his nose, he starts sneezing and if he comes into physical contact he breaks out in a rash.
Ghost Nip on the other hand probably doesn’t make him drunk or high, but probably lifts his mood slightly like a mild anti-depressant.
Fenton Ghost Shields:
Unlike Vlad and Danny, Wes can’t turn off his ghostly attributes… so say in a disaster like in Reign Storm with Pariah Dark’s attack, and Wes finds himself on the wrong side of one of those ghost proof Fenton Shields when it gets turned on, he’s going to be stuck on that side. Whoops! Good luck facing that skeleton army on your own Wes! Remember! There’s a skeleton in all of us!
Danny’s running late for class, so he goes ghost, turns invisible & intangible and flies through the hallway passing through classmates and teachers frictionlessly. Meanwhile, Wes is minding his own business (for once) when out of the blue he’s struck by some invisible force and launched across the hallway until he hits the wall. Being spontaneously struck by invisible objects is not an isolated incident… Wes develops this paranoia of being hit without reason or provocation. He FEARS mimes.
Tangibility in the Ghost Zone
Imagine for whatever reason, Wes gets trapped in the Ghost Zone… specifically Walker’s prison, and Danny shows up to break him out. Danny turns human to phase through the cell, grabs Wes, dashes to the nearest wall and BONK. Danny phases through just fine, but Wes just hits the wall dead on. Confused, Danny tries again only for Wes to bluntly hit the wall a second time. Then Danny starts experimentally tugging Wes into the wall. Wap-Wap-Wap-Wap. Wes retaliates by explaining he’s seriously reconsidering his promise to stop trying to blow Danny’s secret if he doesn’t cut that out.
Wes’s ghostly ansestor is so far displaced when compared with Danny, so it can’t plant commands or even subliminal messages. But it is mesmerizing like a lava lamp. Easily shrugged off, but he looses his train of thought. But Wes dismisses the notion that the staff had any effect over him. “Have you never WATCHED a lava lamp?”
In short, Wes manages to get the short end of the stick in this deal, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.