P.I.E. Fanfic-Not So Simple Lies part 1

Note: since I have watched Sherlock, and I just watched the Reichenbach Fall. And I was like, hey, people liked Don't Do This, and Sabastion strongly hates Ghost, and Ghost has many enemies, and I like the song Full Disclosure, and Ghost and Toast are like Sherlock and John, and….. Yeah.
Enjoy!

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Ghost took a deep breath. He looked down at the water below him. He shivered, knowing how high up he was from the part of the bridge where everyone drove and walked, standing up high on the faded brown bridge where no one was supposed to be. Ghost had to jump, or Toast would be shot by a gun called Shi. Maxwell Acachalla had gotten his hands on it and was threatening to shoot Toast if Ghost didn't jump, or told Toast. The gun could kill anything, and keep it dead. Anything. And it would never come back.

Ghost sighed, feeling his phone vibrate once more. Toast kept calling him, and Ghost knew his friend would soon track his location and arrive. He hoped to jump before then.

Ghost had had enough. He had ignored Toast’s calls, not wanting to tell him what he was going to do, wanting to protect him. He pulled out his iPhone with a shaky hand and answered it.

“H-”
“Sir! Where are you?”
“No where. Hey, listen, have I ever told you how much you mean to me….?”
“Sir?”
“You're my closest friend. I don't know where I would be without you. But……,” Ghost paused and took a shaky breath. “Jimmy Casket isn't real.”
Toast went silent for a second. “No. It can't be true. He-You two are so different! You're not a killer!”
“I've killed countless people for no reason on our investigations. Jimmy…… Jimmy was just a cover-up for my murderous sprees.”
Toast sounded distressed. “No! I won't believe it!”
Ghost jumped at the sound of movement behind him. He whipped around.

There stood Sabastion, a wicked smile on his face. “They sent me to stop you. But I came here to push you off.” He snarled coolly, padding closer to him. Ghost knew he shouldn't be so scared of a cat, but this cat hated him with a passion and had killed people before vowing for his family never to kill for no reason again. Before he could react, Sabastion hissed and opened his wings, flying at him. Ghost felt the air be knocked out of him as the ball of grey fur slammed into his chest before kicking off him to land back on the metal, pushing him off the edge. Ghost refused to die before saying goodbye, and Sabastion seemed to realize this when Ghost grabbed the edge of the burning hot metal. Sabastion rushed over to the edge, folding his wings, grabbing hold of Ghost’s hand with two paws. “Say your goodbyes,” he grunted, surprisingly strong for a cat. Not that he was really a cat anymore.

Ghost nodded slowly, trusting Sabastion to hold him up. He put the phone back to his ear, greeted by hysterical shouting. “Johnny!” He shouted, making his friend go silent. Ghost took another deep breath, looking down at the bridge. He gasped at the sight of Toast’s ridiculous pink car stopping below him, halting traffic. Toast hopped out, running to the edge of the bridge, looking around frantically, a hand near his ear. He was still talking to him.

“Toast. Look up. I'm up here,” Ghost said calmly and quickly. Toast looked up and gasped, putting his free hand over his mouth. “Sir! Get down!” Toast exclaimed. Ghost gave a sad smile as Sabastion had an odd look in his eyes. “He….. Really cares….,” The yellow-eyed cat murmured.

“I'm sorry. Goodbye Johnny….,” Ghost sighed, hanging up and setting the phone on the platform next to Sabastion before Toast could protest. A worried and guilty look grew on Sabastion’s face. “Wait! Don't! I-” before Sabastion could protest further, Ghost pushed Sabastion’s paws off his hand and pushed himself back by pressing his hand off the platform. Sabastion shrank back, a horrified look taking over his face. “JOHNNY!” Toast screamed, trying to run to where Ghost was falling.
But he didn't make it in time.
Not that he could have done anything.

Smack.