(Keith's POV)

I'm on the ceiling.. how am I.. !!

The force that's pulling me to a ceiling feels like a steamroller on top of me! It's crushing, it feels like my ribs could give out at any moment.

*crack crack crack*

The ceiling cracked before I did?..

And with that, I was back on the floor with a nasty thud.

(Third POV)

Keith pretty shook up: w-what was that..

Keith looks up at the ceiling where he was just nearly crushed to see large cracks

He spins on his heel and unlocks the bathroom stall he's in and like there's a person on the other side it swings open at a break neck speed and slams him into the wall.

Keith: what gives!?

Keith pushes against the door and manages to slip out from behind it.

Keith: over here of occupied-

There was no one on the other side of the door..

Stepping out the stall door slams
Shut hitting him on the back as he leaves.

Keith: ah! W-what's happening.. is this bathroom haunted or something!?

He steps over to the sinks and the soap dispensers slowly pull themselves off the wall and throw themselves at him and he ducks under them.

Keith: I've never heard rumors of a haunting! Is this new?? I've never heard of new haunting either..

Keith tries to hurry for the door but the trash can literally throws itself at him knocking him down.

Keith: AUGH!

The soap dispensers catch up and fling themselves onto him and just stick to his skin like he's a magnet.

Keith: what is going on!?

After a few moments of panic a large thought enters Keith's head.

"Get off!"

And like that everything that was near him shoots off him like Bullets.

Keith shaking like a leaf: w-was that my fault??...

Keith runs out the door and sprints for the exit needing to get out of the museum but his foot slips and he rolls and tumbles a hefty way to a staircase that he doesn't remember seeing and yet here he is falling down them.

He lands on his stomach with his chin on the floor, he slowly opens his eyes to see shoes in front of him.. he looks up at the one wearing the shoes but he doesn't take the moment to recognize their face, he just apologizes and gets to his feet running out of the museum.

As he sprints down the sidewalk he rips his phone from his pocket and dials Lucy.

Keith: come on come on.. pick up pick up.. please..

*click*
Keith: yes!

Lucy: hello? Keith? Are you okay?

Keith: Lucy! Hey! Uh.. I'm going home early today..

Lucy: what!? What's going on is everything okay??

Keith: huh?.. oh yeah yeah I'm fine.

Lucy: how are you gonna get home? Isn't your brother still gonna be at work for awhile?

Keith: how do taxies work?

Lucy: just sit down at the nearest bus stop.

Keith: oh right.

Keith hangs up and sits down on the bench at a conveniently placed bus stop, he waits for the bus and tries to ignore the fact pamphlets and other items you'd find on the side of the street are sticking to him..

After a few minutes the bus arrives and Keith digs out change to pay for his ride and when he tries to drop to coins in as he passes by.

Bus driver: hey kid, you forgot to pay.

Keith: but I dropped the money in..

He looks at his hand to see the coins have stuck to his palm.

Keith: o-oh.. how silly of me.. hard to notice whenever these little coins leave your hand y'know?..

Bus driver: mhm..

Keith stands there for a moment trying to pry the coins off his hand until he gives up and looks back at the bus driver.

Keith: do you have a screwdriver I can borrow?

Bus driver: just give me a dollar..

Keith: oh yeah yeah I can do that.

Keith pulls out his wallet and takes out a one dollar bill and holds it out.

Bus driver: thank you..

The bus driver goes to pull it away but the dollar sticks to Keith's hand as well.

Bus driver: what the..

Keith: must've.. dropped it in something sticky?

The bus driver gives it a good tug and it finally comes loose from Keith's hand and Keith takes the opportunity to hurry and take a seat at the back of the bus.

Keith tries to ignore the fact he's being pulled to the wall of the bus and he pulls out the phone and starts scrolling up and down his phones contacts.

Keith thinking: who do you call about this?? I don't want to get experimented on and dissected do I guess I can't go to hospitals anymore.. Chris? Yeah.. yeah

Keith dials Chris and holds the phone to his ear.

Keith: come on pick up..

Keith waits for a moment and after a few rings Chris answers to Keith's relief.

Chris: hello Keith?

Keith: hey Chris.. I'm coming home early..

Chris: what? Is everything okay?

Keith: oh no no, I'm fine to my knowledge.. but I need to get home and I need my big brother right now..

Chris: oh man.. I'll be home soon, you'll probably beat me there though.

Keith: okay.. I'll be waiting.

Chris: see you soon Keith.

Keith: thanks Chris.

As they hang up Keith goes to put his phone back in his pocket but it's stuck to the side of his face now.. he struggles to get it off until a nearby woman's purse is pulled and sticks to the side of his arm and she screams..

Woman: THIEF!! LET GO OF MY PURSE!

Keith: w-wait what.. it's not what you think!

Keith yells in vain as the woman pulls a bottle of pepper spray from the purse stuck to him and starts spraying with reckless aim.

Keith: ahhh!!

And like in the museum bathroom all of the items stuck to him launch off him. The coins like bullets and the purse a cannon ball right into the woman. Luckily his phone has taken harder hits so it's still functional.

Bus driver: -kicks the breaks- -opens the door and points out the bus- off. Now.

Keith silently stands and walks down the rows of the bus feeling the glares of the other rides and as he gets off he hears someone yell and call him a lunatic..

Off the bus Keith assesses the area he was lovingly dropped off at.

Keith: actually big brother.. I think you'll get home before me.

Keith sighs as he starts his walk home.

-time skip-

Keith makes it home but it's dark out most of the residential lights are out..

Keith opens the apartment door to see Chris fast asleep on the couch. He manages to lay a blanket on him without it getting stuck to him and he just walks into his room, and collapses onto his bed.

Keith has a restless sleep but when he wakes up his body feels better, guess his luck hasn't fully ran out. But it's definitely running on fumes then.

He doesn't awake to his alarm clock which is odd, he looks to where his alarm clock is to see it's missing.. he looks to his wall mounted clock to see he's slept in by two hours.

Keith launches out of his bed with a yell and swings his door open to get a person in the way, he bumps into them and backs up to see Chris.

Keith: Chris! What gives! Why'd you take my alarm clock out of my room I'm more than late for school!

Chris: I called in. For the next few days you are excused in account of some form of illness.

Keith: so you heard..

Chris: yeah. What's going on Keith? You know you can talk to me.

Keith steps over and sits at his desk chair and Chris sits on his bed.

Keith: it was just.. an episode.. I feel much much better now.

Chris: you had a fever last night while you slept like a log.

Keith: that's not how I remember it..

Chris: listen, I've got errands to run. And your going to stay home in bed. Got it?

Keith: *sigh* yes brother..

Chris: thank you. I should be out until past lunch so make sure to feed yourself while I'm gone.

Keith: yes brother..

Chris stands up and walks out of Keith's room to the front door with Keith close behind to see him off.

Chris: welp little brother, I'll see you later.

Keith: see you later big brother.

Chris nods and Keith returns it and waves as he leaves.

The moment Chris is out of sight he slams the door and runs back into his room and clears his desk with one movement of his arm throwing all that was on it onto the floor.

Keith: sorry big brother, I don't think I can rest right now.

Keith pulls out a notebook and starts chronicling all that's happened to him so far, as he does this he walks around the apartment in circles until he realizes he's been walking a straight line for too long without running into anything.

Keith: that's odd..

He slowly looks up from his notebook to see he walking on the ceiling..

-meanwhile in the neighbors apartment-

Keith muffled: it's happening again!!

Neighbor: those darn smith boys..

-back to Keith-

With his heart rate sufficiently spiked he falls off the ceiling onto the coffee table below him breaking it and everything that was on it.

Keith: augh!

He slowly rolls onto his side and gets up looking at what he's done.

Keith: I landed on a glass candle.. and it hurt much less then it should have..

With a terrible idea forming in his head Keith returns to his room and digs a screwdriver out of a desk drawer.

Keith: I'm sure I won't cause irreparable damage to my hand by stabbing it full force with a screwdriver..

Keith does just that with shut tight eyes and he opens his eyes when he hears the noise of snapping.

The screwdriver broke against his hand..

Keith: oh man..

Stepping back while holding his hand Keith struggled to process any of this.

Keith thinking: who can I tell about this? Chris? No no.. he'll insist on taking me to a hospital, and while he means well with his intentions I'm sure a trip to the hospital will end with a autopsy..

Sending a shiver up his own spine Keith shakes himself out of that thought and walks back out to the living room to look at the ceiling he was just walking on.

Keith: so.. it works by pulling things towards me huh?

Keith steadies his breathing and visualizes walking up the wall and starts walking as he does so.
He awkwardly bends his ankle as far as it can go forward so it's flat against the wall and closes his eyes as he puts the other foot on the wall successfully standing on a 90 degree surface.

Keith: it's happening it's happening it's happening..

He slowly opens his to see his crouching close to his knees and stands up straight shaking a good bit. He then starts walking towards his door and looking down into his room.

Keith: I wonder what would happen if I-

He drops into the doorway and shoots through his room and smashes out his window and lands on the wall on the building next to the apartment complex hitting his head on the fire escape as he passes.

Keith: augh! My window! Great.. wait.

Keith slowly stands up or sideways if you would and looks at the nearby road.

Keith: I sure hope nobody suddenly feels the need to look down this random alleyway.

Keith then strains his neck to look up at his window, he bends his legs ready to jump and pushes off with great force and catches onto the fire escape. He starts getting pulled towards the ground again and he uses the momentum to swing into his room through the shattered window.

Keith: woah! That was awesome! I gotta write that down! Where's my notebook?

Keith wanders around the apartment having forgot where he last set the notebook he was just writing in.

Keith steps over to the broken coffee table to see droplets of blood and something sitting in the puddle.

Keith: is that my notebook?

He bends over and picks it up.

Keith: where'd this.. red.. come.. from..

-meanwhile in the neighbors apartment-

Keith muffled: I forgot to take the glass out of my back!!

Neighbor: those darn smith boys..

-back to Keith-

Keith runs into the bath room with a pair of pliers and spends a good half hour picking glass out of his back in front of the mirror.

Keith: "so Keith what did you do while I was out?" Oh y'know nothing, broke a candle with my back and let it bleed for fifteen minutes.

Keith then continues for a few minutes until a large rumbling causes him to drop the pliers.

Keith rushes out of the bathroom and grabs his phone to see he has a missed call from Chris and he left a message..

Keith listens to the message while he turns on the tv in the living room and puts on the news.

Message: hey little brother, I'll be home soon, just stopping by the bank first to grab something. Okay, see you soon.
*beep*

News Anchor: breaking news! A brute force robbery using heavy explosives is in progress at the city bank! We are getting reports that there are still people in the bank!

The bank looks like a camp fire with flames raging out the windows and all the glass nonexistent.

Keith runs into his room while trying to call Chris back, as he does this he changes into non blood covered street clothes. And by the time he doesn't answer the third time Keith's shoes are touching the sidewalk.

Keith's thoughts: brother.. brother!!

Keith breaks out until a full sprint down the side walk. And when he doesn't see Chris in the crowd in front of bank behind the police tape he flips his hood up and ducks slides under the tape heading right into the bank.

Keith: Chris! CHRIS!

Keith runs through a flame as tall as he is guarding his face. On the other side he sees Chris crushed under a fallen pillar. He runs over and starts trying to lift the pillar.

Chris: Keith.. what are you doing here?..

Keith: I'm here to get you out of here! When I get this lifted i want you to move out away from it.

Chris: little brother.. I can't really feel my legs anymore..

Keith stays silent with a expression on his face that's slowly growing angrier until he lifts the pillar and grabs Chris' shirt collar. He throws the pillar up and when it falls back down he kicks off it and launches the two of them back into the entrance of the bank and Keith rushes his brother outside.

Chris: wait.. there's people still in here.. wait!

Keith: I came here to save you!

Making it outside Keith lays Chris on the sidewalk and holds him up with a hand on his back.

Keith: they saw us, paramedics are gonna get here any minute now. Hold on big brother..

Chris: there's.. still people in the bank Keith..

Keith: stop saying that! I got you out of there!

Keith slowly turns back to Chris and is met with a fist across the face knocking him on his back.

Chris: DON'T BE SO SELFISH! What gives you the idea that my life's worth more than theirs!? That I deserve a better chance at living!?

Keith: c-Chris..

Chris: last time I'm saying this.. there's still people in the bank.

His words finally getting through to him Keith stands up with a nod. His brother smiles as he turns and runs back into the bank. And with that,
Chris peacefully closes his eyes.

Keith makes it into the bank and with a mission other than a once selfish goal he manages to carry two people on his shoulder and rush out to deliver to the authorities. When he's in front of them he subconsciously keeps his head down so they don't see his face.

Keith goes in and out of the bank multiple times until all missing are accounted for, but not knowing this he runs back into the bank.

Keith: hello!? Anyone!?

*unearthly roar*

Keith: what was that.. it came from behind that door..

Keith jumps over a desk and goes to open the door the noise came from for the door to shoot off the hinges hitting Keith.

Keith: augh!

He hits the wall shattering the concrete its made out of.

Keith kicks off the wall out of the him shaped crater and rolls when he hits the ground and returns to the doorway he heard the roar from.

Deep voice: learn to take a hint kid! BEAT IT!!

Keith tries to slide to a stop but he's cut off by a fist that shoots him through two of the remaining pillars and onto a decorative balcony not meant for use.

Keith strains his eyes to see the shape of a beastly man.. at least 7 feet tall and.. grey..

Keith: what are you..

???: could ask you the same thing kid, nobodies shrugged off on of my punches like that.

Keith slowly gets up trying to get himself mentally ready for the possibility he has to fight this monster.

Distinct voice: that's enough! Stop wasting your time playing with children! We're going.

???: ah right. Comin' boss.

Keith: boss?.. the cause of this.. wait!

Keith dives straight for the large man but he spins and slams his fist into Keith's stomach but doesn't send him flying. Instead he grabs Keith's neck and holds him up without even looking at his face.

???: run along kid, before I kill you.

Keith choking for air: I.. won't let you just escape after what you e done..

???: I'm getting sick of you.. run along already.

And with that he throws Keith and he flys taking out the metal pole that was in the doorframe in the front of the bank and tumbles down the stairs onto the sidewalk to the many screams of the watching civilians.

Keith doesn't have time to feel the pain, he looks to where he left Chris and sees him still laying there.. he runs over and stumbles at the end and falls down next to his brother.

Keith: *pant* I'm back Chris.. I did it.. I got the people out of the bank.

Chris doesn't reply concerning Keith, he sits up looking at him.

Keith: Chris?..

No answer.

Keith: hey.. Chris..

Keith reaches over and shakes him..

Keith: h-hey.. cmon.. wake up.. Chris!

And without a response again Keith puts his hand on Chris' chest hoping for a pulse or breathing or anything to tell him he's alive and just unconscious..

But he doesn't get anything..

Keith grabs his arm and checks for a pulse there and still nothing..

Keith struggling to fight back tears: Chris!

And unlucky for him the paramedics and officers finally notice them and Keith is harshly pulled away from his brothers body.

Keith: hey! Let go of me!

Keith starts thrashing as more officers and paramedics come to help hold him as they take away chris' body.

Keith: that's my brother!! Don't touch him! Hey! Let go of me!

Then he gets a police baton to the back of his head knocking him out.

He opens eyes to see he's in a entirely black void floating freely like there's no gravity. Ahead of him he sees a figure, he does his best to "swim" in the air and little by little make his way over to see it's his brother.

Keith: Chris?

He doesn't answer, he merely turns around and starts walking away as the black void around him starts getting brighter and brighter.

Keith: Chris wait! Chris!

He reaches out for him but he starts floating out of control away from his brother.

Keith: Chris!

As the light gets blinding his covers his eyes.

The light gets bearable so he moves his hands to see he's on his back with his hands cuffed..

Keith: what the..

He sits up to see he's in a cell.

Keith: great..

He hops off the bed in the cell and steps over to the bars and grabs onto them peeking his head through the bars.

Keith: is this where I make a joke about having a phone call??

He then feels a pain on the back of head where they knocked him out.

Keith: I'll settle for a analgesic..

He peeks further out the cell to see the hall he's in is empty, no one in the cells either.

Keith: did I get put in a brand new jail? Do I win a prize?

Keith: why am I making these jokes no ones around.

He slumps his head down leaning on the bar door.

After a few minutes of Keith zoning out against a cold steel door he hears footsteps and the door to the hall he's in open.

Keith bluffing: do you have any idea who I am!? Once my father hears of this he'll have your head! How dare you treat me like this!!

Officer: is this who your looking for miss?

Lucy: yes officer.. this is my idiot.

Keith: wai- huh?

The officer unlocks the door and opens it and Keith swings out with it since he climbed up a few rungs of the bars on the door.

Keith: lulu! Your busting me out?

Lucy only sighs as Keith drops to the floor onto his feet.

Keith: as thankful as I am, I totally could have gotten out of here on my own.

Lucy: with help from your imposing "father"?

Keith:... so did you get a ride here or?..

Lucy: my sisters waiting in a car outside.

Keith: you have a sister?

Lucy: you didn't know I had a sister?

Officer: enough of playing twenty questions. Follow me so you can get out of here.

Lucy: right.

-cut to Lucy and Keith leaving the station-

Lucy: so..

Keith: yeah?

Lucy: about your brother..

Keith:.. you found out huh..

Lucy: seeing as were on the list of emergency contacts.. it wasn't long until we did.

Keith stays quiet as a car pulls up in front of them.

Lucy: well.. here's my sister..

Lucy gets in and slides across to the other seat so Keith can get in.

Keith: thanks.. but I'll pass on the ride..

Keith then breaks out into a full sprint down the sidewalk away from the car and Lucy.

Lucy getting further and further away: Keith!!

As he runs his mind is flooded with what feels like hundreds of thoughts all on the same subject.

"Was it my fault?"
"Is it my fault?"
"Who's fault is it?"
"Who did this to him.."
"Is it.."

My Fault.