Diego looked up from his seated position.  His eyes were red and a bit puffy. They all hated him, just like everybody else before them. He tried to hold eye contact with each of them but found his gaze always drooping back to the floor. He choked back a sob before he started to explain himself.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"I c-can see and t-talk with the dead. If somebody d-died there and lingers, I c-can see them. The thing is though, I can only talk to the bad ones. The good ones don't even look at me. I can only contract the bad ones. But him..."</span></b>said Diego as he pointed off above Nathaniel's head,<b><span style="color: SlateGray">"He is the worst."</span></b><br/><br/>Diego frowned sadly as he tugged upon<i>him</i>. More struggling and more fatigue were the result until<i>he</i>finally settled above Diego. He sighed as he went on.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"I died once. Then I woke up and I found myself with these abilities."</span></b>, Diego ran his hand through his hair before looking at it.<b><span style="color: SlateGray">"They weren't sure whether to consider me alive or dead. I still don't know."</span></b>Diego looked at the others sadly. He wanted so bad to finally be accepted by someone other than<i>him</i>. Even though the scientists maintained that they had no feelings either way, he could tell it was a sham. They were scared of him, creeped out by the boy who dug himself out of his grave two years after he had been placed in it. Even worse were the devout. They didn't hide their disdain for him, they called him an abomination, a freak, a freak, a beast spitting in the face of nature. There was little hope in Diego's heart that things would be different here.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"But enough of my life story. I guess my demonstration is still not complete." </span></b><br/><br/>Diego held his hand out lazily,<b><span style="color: SlateGray">"At least this won't be so...creepy."</span></b>He gave a soft smile before he burst into an explosion of wisps. Each of them were small, no more than three inches long with thirteen small tentacles jutting out from their bottoms. They were made of some blue flame, a deep blue that shimmered like sapphires. Unlike his previous display, the shower of wisps that scattered from where Diego had been sitting were beautiful. They floated through the air quickly, their motions resembling jellyfish as they all "swam" off. They dotted the air, aimlessly wandering. Some of them flew on high, lazily rising to the ceiling, while others hugged the floor, meandering between feet. Others still floated at various levels of height, off toward the group. It was no doubt that some bumped into members of the group and when they touched skin, instead of a burning sensation that would be associated with fire, each kiss from a wisp felt like a small cool breeze, gentle and fleeting. They moved between and around the group before starting to converge. The wisps gathered from the ceiling and floor, turning into a shimmering blue blob of flame before suddenly Diego stood there, fatigue etched into his face.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"So not only do I talk to evil spirits, I also do that. And i guess that's it for me."</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>