Chapter 1 Trixie
Chapter 1
As the cold December night settled over the city, I was ready for work. My name is Trixie, and my job is simple—I hunt ghosts. More precisely, I destroy them. I’ve had special training and I carry unique weapons designed for the task. I work for an agency, and I only get paid once the job is done. I love what I do—it’s definitely nothing like your ordinary nine-to-five office job. Over the years, I’ve learned one important rule: ghosts can only be hunted at night.
“Come on then, Casper… catch me if you can,” I called out into the darkness.
“You will die,” a hollow voice echoed back.
“You first,” I retorted.
I fired my weapon over my shoulder, aiming blindly, hoping to hit the spirit. But at that moment, some random newcomer stepped right into my line of fire.
“What on earth are you doing?” I snapped.
“Let me help you,” the stranger offered.
“This isn’t a job for an amateur,” I told him.
“I work freelance,” he said casually.
“Whatever. Just stay out of my way,” I said.
We sprinted down the back alley, but the stranger kept following me, getting in the way. Soon we found ourselves cornered—it was a dead end.
“Look, I’ll take him on. You cover me,” the man said.
Before he could even finish speaking, I raised my gun, aimed straight at the ghost’s head, and fired. The spirit instantly disintegrated into nothing.
“So much for teamwork,” I muttered.
“I told you to stay out of my way,” I said sharply.
I turned around and saw my boss standing there. When I looked back, the freelance helper had vanished.
“Sir,” I greeted him.
“I’ve got a new assignment for you,” he said.
“I need to go home, shower and change first, sir,” I replied.
“Trixie, for this job, you’ll be working with a partner,” he told me.
“That’s fine, sir. I’ve worked in teams before,” I said confidently. “It’s nothing new. I’m sure I’ll get the job done.”
“Remember, Trixie—you’re my best hunter,” he said.
“Thank you, sir. When do I start?”
“Yesterday,” he replied.
“Great. I’ll get the details from you tomorrow,” I said.
“This isn’t just one spirit we’re talking about, Trixie—it’s a whole town haunted by them. I hope you’re ready.”
“I’ve been waiting for a big assignment like this ever since I joined four years ago,” I told him.
“And remember—when you’re gathering information, you don’t need to use inappropriate methods to get what you want,” he warned.
“Alright, I promise I won’t sleep with anyone—not even my partner,” I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
“You know the rules well,” he said.
“Yes, sir. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to leave now. Having ghost remains splattered all over me isn’t exactly a good look,” I said.
As I walked away, I hoped I could finish this assignment quickly and get back to working alone. I hated working in teams—people always seemed to get in the way. I knew my boss wanted me to eventually take over and run the agency one day, and to do that, I had to prove I could work well with others and earn their respect.
