Once again,seventeen year old Ben Hargreeves was dragged by his brother into another disgusting rave.

It was basically a daily routine for his translucent body. Raves had always seemed to overcrowded and filled with too many drugs, in Ben’s opinion, of course. Ben would watch Klaus dance around, probably snort something and drink too much. Ben had hated it. Hated them, hated the weird electronic music and hated the way the lights flashed, they made him dizzy, even as a ghost.

Ben hated them, maybe with more passion than he should. He would usually sit around as a ghost or wait outside until a drunken Klaus came into view. But this time he was dragged into it, Klaus tried to convince him to have some fun, but he declined. The other boy whined and complained he was a kill joy and probably just touchstarved. Excuse him? He’s most definitely not touchstarved! So, again, he stood around in the same black leather jacket he’s always worn while Klaus goes off to get high or whatever, he couldn’t care less anymore.

“Why didn’t i go into the light when i first had the chance instead of being stuck with a druggie? ‘

Ben grumbled to himself, and, oh, that’s right, because he made the (not-so) dumb decision to stay with his brother instead of getting eternal peace in whatever dimension the light led him to.