Laughter escapes me as we maneuver ourselves through the graves. Ironic isn’t it? Most people come here to mourn their losses with tears and sorrowful remembrance and here I stand laughing at the life I’ve taken.

"Here."

Hands reach up to massage sore shoulders. I watch as the boy in front of me cuts the ropes from Josh’s body and removes the shovels from the lifeless boys chest. I stare up at him as the moonlight shines down across his face. He adjusts his black rimmed glasses, clears his throat, and then stares down at me.

"What now?" I ask.

He throws his jacket to the ground. "Now I dig." He says as he grabs a shovel from the ground. My laughter cannot be contained. Even in the worst situations he is a complete gentlemen. I grab the second shovel and follow his lead, tearing away the dirt, and disturbing someone’s resting place all at once.

***

I pull the clean shirt over my head and watch in awe as our bloodstained clothes burn into a pile of nothingness. He lays his head against my shoulder. I can tell by the sigh he lets out that he’s exhausted. I’m not. Some how after everything that’s happened tonight I can still feel the adrenaline flowing through my veins.

"Thank you."

I feel him nod against my shoulder.

"You know you don’t need to thank me. I told you I’d be there for you through everything."

"Yeah, but this takes things to another level."

He lifts his head from my shoulder and replaces it with his hand.

"Can you do me a favor Spence?"

I simply nod at his request.

"Just tell me he did something awful to deserve it."

With practiced ease the lie rolls right off my tongue. "Trust me, he deserved it."

~

My mind is going a hundred thousand miles an hour. Discovering that my dead sister really isn’t dead may have a little bit to do with it.

I hate this feeling, I hate feeling like I’m not in control. And right now as I stare into Kyla’s eyes I’m not even sure I know what that word means. Judging by her silence I’d guess that she has not even the slightest idea as to what she should say.