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Blockbusters. He had no idea why a movie rental place would be called that. As far as he could tell there had been no blocks busted since he had gotten there. It didn't even have fighting. Although it did have a section for oriental movies.

Rudolfo frowned, looking at the men in skirts with sticks facing off. Maybe they busted blocks in those movies? Well, either way, it wasn't interesting enough to rent. Not that he had thought this through. He didn't even have a DVD player, he would have to take it back to Ignacio's, and wasn't there something he was supposed to be doing?

Oh, right. He needed to kill Shade. He was starting to get discovered by too many people. But on the other hand, what was one more night, huh? He could hang out with Iggy, watching movies, eating popcorn, or s'mores, or other things that ghosts never got to eat. He could be alive for a little bit longer.

He liked being alive. There were so many interesting things to do when one was alive.

He had this one, he thought, turning with a smile. He was Antony. Think like Antony. Well, actually, that was pretty much impossible for Rudolfo. Even when he had been alive he had never once thought like this boy did. But he could fake it, right? Right. Iggy was Antony's best friend and he hadn't noticed!

Not very good comfort. "I'm looking for block busting," he said. "Even though this place is called Blockbusters I haven't seen one block busted yet. It's disappointing, really."

"No, actually, I'm staying over at Iggy's for the week, so I thought we could watch a movie." Things were going smoothly, yes. She had no idea that he wasn't Antony. He was finally getting this down! He just had to sound a little dryer, right? Antony was always dry in his replies, afterall.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, glancing over at the romances and dismissing them off hand. Pictures of guys and girls smiling like idiots at one another didn't strike him as good entertainment. It was a male's instinct to avoid cheesy chick flicks, after all. No matter how old he might be.

"I'm not sure, yet," he said. "I think I want something funny." Which, surprisingly enough, was what the real Antony would have went after, as well. Growing up with a father like Shade didn't give a guy much taste for the "classic" movies such as Citizen Kane and Casablanca. Mel Brooks and Monty Python had always been more to his tastes.

It also explained why he loved Terry Pratchett. In his personal life Antony wasn't nearly the p***k he seemed to be in his public life. He was still OCD, though. Which made the fact that his shirt was slightly wrinkled in the back glaringly obvious.

"Actually I haven't seen my dad since this morning," Rudolfo said, looking through a few other movies and taking the time to glance at the back to see their plots. "So no, I don't believe I've been put on prozac."

He paused, turning to grin at her. "This one looks interesting, don't you think?" he asked, holding up a copy of "Ghost Rider."

"Ghostiness?" he asked. What? Wait, did she somehow know about Antony's special ability? Why would he tell a tiny little squirt like this? Or had she realized what he was, after all? He decided the best thing to do was joke it off. "It would be interesting," he said, looking at the cover again. "But I doubt it would be good for my clothes."

Yes, that sounded like something Antony would say.

He jerked, stumbling backwards slightly, shocked at hearing his name spoken aloud. "What? Who are you?" he demanded sharply. his eyes starting to glow green. The aura was unnatural for the body, and it was hard for him to keep it up, since the body kept trying to reject it, but he had to scare her off!

"How dare you invade my privacy?" he demanded, wondering if the bluff would work. He had no idea what this body was capable of, when it came down to it. Could he knock the girl out long enough that she wouldn't rat him out before he managed to do his duty?

The others had guessed he wasn't Antony, but this was the first time someone knew who he actually was!

His hand shot out, far faster than he had expected, grabbing her throat and lifting her into the air. It was easy, choking her. She weighed next to nothing for this body, despite how skinny Antony was. He held her a good two feet off the ground, far enough away that she couldn't kick him with those stubby legs of hers.

"Antony is busy at the moment," he said coldly. "And until I've done what I came to do, I don't plan on letting him out." He smiled, a cruel little smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You see, even if there are people with power here, they'll still let him die. You want to know why?"