Fierce Spirits in Tampa Bay

Jackson reached the wind barrier Spear had created. The wind spirit stopped, letting him through to the loose spirit.
"So," Jackson said, about a foot away from the exhausted fire spirit, "Why are you still here, wreaking havoc on the living?"
"THEY," it hissed, "THEY ARE THE ONES WHO KILLED ME!!!"
"Those exact people?"
"ALL OF THE LIVING KILLED ME!!! SOMEONE BURNED DOWN MY HOUSE WHILE I WAS ASLEEP!!!"
"Any reason why?" The spirit was silent. Jackson smirked. "I have a feeling that they had a good reason to burn down your house." His smirk faded. "But that still doesn't make it right. It also doesn't make it right to hurt innocent people because a few killed you. Tell you what. I'll send you to Hell to take care of your sins, and I'll find those that killed you and throw them in jail, agreed?"
The spirit nodded. Jackson reached over and touched its shoulder before muttering something. The spirit disappeared in a small burst of flame.

Stephen teleported to the front of him and extended his hand for a shake..."I'm Stephen...and you?"

Jackson looked at him and shook his hand.
"I'm Jackson," he said. Spear darted right past him. Without looking, Jackson stuck his hand out, into which Spear slammed head-first. His spirit jolted out of the skeleton and back into Jackson, changing the bone into the small piece it was in the first place.

"You have great power, what is it that you do...Do you send spirits to rest, or just collect them?" Stephen said scratching his chin, knowing that his newly found friends next answer would decide whether he would attack, or invite. (Collector= Evil, Sender = Good , but i'm sure you knew that.)

"I find spirits, figure out the reason they are still walking this earth, and ask the Lord to send them to either Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory," Jackson said. He thought for a second more. "But the only ones that I have never been able to send have been the five spirits that surround me constantly. The two skeletons you saw were some of them once they've taken on physical form."

"So there is five of them, and you may bend them to your will..." Stephen pushed his glasses up and continued the conversation with great interest. "I'm assuming you've seen the death and destruction caused by SCAR, I'm assuming you've seen it more then we have, given that you can see spirits."

Jackson cocked his head to one side, puzzled.
"SCAR?" he asked. "I've never heard of any SCAR, but I have seen many more spirits than I did when I was a child." Thinking for a second, he spoke again. "Now that you mention it- since spirits usually look how they did at their time of death- I've seen some horrible deaths. One man came up to me with his head completely torn off. He said that someone did it with their bare hands."

"The work of SCAR, mutilations, cannibalism...It is despicable..." Stephen said with great detest...

"Yes," Jackson said, "It is despicable. Is there any way to stop them? They are making my job pretty difficult," he said, thinking about how many families he was going to have to console and how many spirits he was going to have to pray for.

"One word my friend, GUN...We are the only thing that stands against SCAR..."

Jackson thought for a second. "Where do I sign up?"

"We have an entrance exam, But I prefer not to give it...But I'm sure one of the other experienced members will be willing to give it to you..." Stephen clapped his hands together..."You ready to go?"

Jackson fumbled in his pocket and pulled out four pieces of bone.
"I believe so," he said, putting the bones away.

Stephen teleported, appearing in the GUN training grounds...

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