Fish and I got bored again and now we're writing this cross-over. We are essentially doing two companion pieces and have each each taken one of the characters and are writing all of the chapters through their point of view. It's recommended for full enjoyment that you read both of our stories, one right after the other. It does not matter who's story you start with. Her pen name is Ratlah and her story is named "Those Dumb Ghosts." I hope you enjoy!
The clock struck ten. I was going to be late for curfew again. I'll admit, it wasn't like I was actually going to be staying in my room once I got there, but did need to make sure my parents at least thought I was making an attempt to get home on time. The later I was out, the more likely they were to do a random room check to make sure I was sneaking back out. They had done once or twice, and both times it was sheer luck they didn't catch me as I flew through the window and changed back into Fenton only seconds before the door creaked open.
These damn ghosts had no sense of time, often they kept me up well into the night. I got maybe two hours of uninterrupted sleep and a few short naps if I was lucky. At least we lived up to the tourists' expectation of being one of the most haunted towns in the US. If they saw the real damage these ghosts could do I'd be willing to bet we wouldn't have a tourist business to begin with. It was only because I managed to keep the damage to a minimal that people even felt safe here.
I flew back out my window not even a half hour after returning home. As I was tracking down the latest trigger of the ghost sense I both hate and love, I saw the latest group of tourists. They looked to be related, but that's about as far as my train of thought got on that before I noticed the girls with them.
Damn, they were hot. That's all I can really say. I'm a teenage guy, what else would you expect to come to mind?
I forced my eyes off them and my mind back to the task at hand before a new, more personal, problem could present it self.
Near the park, not too far off, there was a flash of white. My ghost vision only enhanced the tell tale glow around the quickly moving shape. It was fast, I'd give it that, but the ghost had nothing on my 112 miles per hour. As I caught up to it, I noticed it was the wolf I'd fought a week or so back. This was one of the few ghosts that didn't come out on a regular basis just to make my life a living hell. Sure, it still came out to cause havoc, but it was usually pretty good at staying where it belonged for a few weeks before coming out again.
Unlike the Box Ghost. He never did learn to just stay put.
Somehow, I doubt he ever will.
Just as I finished sucking the wolf thing into my thermos, another blue wisp left my mouth and I turned to go hunt down the second problem of the night.
Instinct told me to head the same hotel I'd seen those girls and other random people walking into twenty minutes ago or so. Over the past year, I'd learned that instinct is an invaluable tool when you learn to listen to it, so naturally I did.
As I phased down through the roof, I caught sight of a pair of blue overalls moving down to the floor below.
Great. I got to deal with that idiot now.
Misplaced aggression, here I come.
"Beware! For I am the Box Ghost! " Did he not learn that nothing that came out of his mouth was actually frightening in any way, shape, or form? "Tremble before me as you are attacked by your own box!" Well...it was a little better than he normally pulled off. At least it graduated from the 'so bad it's not even funny' level to the 'laughable when your either drunk or high' level.
"Touch the box and I swear to god there will no pieces of your ugly ass body to find tomorrow morning." One of the girls had just come out of her room, apparently knowing the delivery was for her. She either had a lot of guts, or this wasn't her first trip here and even she knew old Boxy poses no threat. My gut was informing me it was the first of the two options.
"You have no power over me, mortal! For I am the Box Ghost!" Remember how I said he had managed to move up a level to 'laughable when you're drunk or high?' He just went back down to 'so bad it's not even funny.'
I saw her gaze go from slightly irritated to all out royally pissed off. Yeah, she definitely just had a lot of guts, not that it was really needed for the Box Ghost. "Если вы ебать с этой коробке, я буду травмировать вас так отвратительно, что даже шлюха, которая родила вы не узнаете мы и вы!" (1) She spoke in perfect Russian, identifying the accent I'd heard earlier. Though she most certainly was not speaking the language I grew up with, I could still understand her perfectly thanks to the Gift of Tongues I had acquired. All I can say was that this girl had one hell of a temper and I was honestly debating as to whether or not it would be considered harsh to let her have her way with the idiot.
I decided to step in if she started managing to do some real damage. I wouldn't for anyone else, but the Box Ghost is already at the bottom of the ghost social ladder and even I'm not pissed off at him enough to let him sink below that. That would put him far enough down that I begin to actually feel some form of sympathy for the guy.
When I saw the look of complete confusion on old Boxy's face as the girl spoke, I had to fight to keep from laughing. It was pathetic and pretty funny this guy wasn't even powerful enough to have the gift of tongues. I think I'm going to have to use that to piss him off at some later point.
Of course, being the idiot he was, the Box Ghost's response was to simply shrug off the angry comment and go for the box even though anyone else would have enough sense to realize it really wasn't a good idea, whether they knew the meaning of her original obscene comment or not.
The package began to rise into the air, and even though I didn't think it was possible, the, now turning violent, girl only got more pissed off. A knife appeared out of seemingly nowhere and I was almost scared by the expert grip she seemed to have on it.
How often did she threaten people with knives? It had to be a lot with the way she was positioned to kill.
Then I noticed the faint glow around the edges of the knife. It wasn't a ghostly glow, but it was pretty damn close. Somehow, this girl had gotten her hands on a ghost weapon. Perhaps I really ought to save this idiot's hide.
"Будь ты проклят, говнюк! Вы будете сожалеть об этом." (2) Oh, Boxy. What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?
I flew closer to the site and pulled the thermos off my back. "Okay, that's enough." The blue light engulfed him as the Box Ghost was sucked into the thermos. I really hoped he didn't mind being stuck in such close quarters with a wolf.
The girl's glare turned to me, the grip on her knife not shifting as she was still prepared to throw it and looked as if she'd be pretty damn happy to do so. "Take the box, and you die." Wow. It was a mild threat compared to her earlier ones AND it was in English! I must have done something right. This girl was hot, I'll still admit that, but she seemed like she was bat shit crazy.
"I'm not taking the box, I'm just here to get of the idiot you dealt with earlier." Please don't kill me, please don't kill me.
Wait. I'm half-ghost and suddenly scared for my life? I never thought one girl could inflict so much fear. Even Valerie couldn't pull that off!
"Кто вы? (3) Who are you? If you lie, I will use this. It will not be pretty when I do." The girl still held her knife up in the same threatening position she had it when the Box Ghost was still in front of her.
It was probably all the ghost hunting that set off the smart remark the rolled off my tongue without a second thought. "The good guy, for starters." Even if the girl did try to attack for that, it wouldn't do as much damage to me as it would a full ghost. I still had the human resistance to ghost weapons on my side.
I saw the frustrated expression that had started to retreat come back to life on her face. "Funny, my family isn't known for getting along with the good guys. Your name?" What did that mean? That her family wasn't known for getting along with the good guys?
I didn't see much of an issue with giving her my ghostly name, it wasn't like she could stay here for more than a few hours without knowing it anyway. "Danny...Danny Phantom." I could tell she didn't think it was much better than being called the Box Ghost, but it was infinitely better than being called "Inviso-Bill" like I was when I first started ghost hunting.
"And why the fuck did you get rid of the… Box Ghost?" Well, there goes her potty mouth again, not that I really had a whole lot of room to talk. "Глупо имя для глупых призрак. Почему это жалкая сука получила вторую жизнь я никогда не узнаю." (4) She tried to say this so that I wouldn't hear it, but you've just gotta love ghosts' enhanced hearing at times like this.
"You're not trying to insult me, are you?" The pissed look came back to her face. I think I was quickly losing the few brownie points I'd managed to earn by getting rid of the Box Ghost.
"Answer the question!" She waved the knife threateningly. Yup, I had most certainly lost my brownie points with her. Any one else, I wouldn't have paid any attention to the knife as it wouldn't be too hard to dodge after hundreds of fights with Skulker hunting me down. Her? I watched the damn thing very closely, I did not want to see what she could do with that knife if she tried.
"Because it's my job to get rid of that idiot and the rest of the ghosts that run around here. Duh." You know, in retrospect, that probably wasn't the brightest thing in the world to say to a royally pissed off girl with a potentially deadly knife in her hand, but I couldn't take the words back now.
"Hero? No wonder you're dead so young."
"I'm not technically dead." I muttered under my breath so that only the floor and the walls could possibly hear me. I probably would have been screwed at this point if she had had any form of enhanced hearing, but thankfully the girl with the murderous look in her eyes did not have that advantage. "I wasn't a hero until I became a ghost." That seemed to satisfy the girl for now as she slipped her knife back inside her dress, making it clear in her movements that she would not hesitate to bring it back out if she felt the need to.
"Bela, what's with all the commotion?" One of the boys I'd seen her walking with earlier came out of the room.
The girl's, Bela's, expression changed in an instant. Somehow, she went from 'I'm going to kill you in your sleep' to an attempt at being sweet and flirty that really just came off as 'I'm going to rape you one of these days.' "It's nothing, big brother Russia. The ghost boy was just leaving now." She turned to me again, her expression stone cold once more. "You WERE leaving, right?" He hand slipped back inside her dress to where the knife was hidden in a silent threat.
How she could turn so quickly is beyond me, even Sam can't pull that off. Hell, even Sam's parents couldn't pull that off.
"Uh...yeah. Good to meet you, Bela." I turned and got out of there before the crazy girl could decide she really did want to end my half-life.
I only barely made out her last line before I exited the building and flew for home.
"Держитесь подальше от старшего брата, призрак." She muttered under her breath. I could only imagine the implied threat in that. I shuddered thinking of what that girl could possibly come up with. I'd known her for a little over five minutes and I already knew she'd star in my next nightmare. She'd probably end up being Dan's right hand man with my luck.
Then, two things hit me.
The first being that it looked one whole hell of a lot like Bela was just trying to flirt...with her brother…
The second was that said brother's name was Russia. Wasn't that the name of a country? Or are my days of using geography to catch up on sleep just finally catching up with me and making me hear things wrong?
Oh...so many ways this could end badly for the poor characters.
Oh well! That's what we're here for! To cause our characters misery for your enjoyment! :D
Translations:
(1) "Если вы ебать с этой коробке, я буду травмировать вас так отвратительно, что даже шлюха, которая родила вы не узнаете мы и вы!"- "If you fuck with that box, I'll injure you so gruesomely that even the whore who gave birth to you will not recognize you!"
(2) Будь ты проклят, говнюк! Вы будете сожалеть об этом-Fuck you, asshole! You will regret this.
(3) Кто вы?- Who are you?
(4) Глупо имя для глупых призрак. Почему это жалкая сука получила вторую жизнь я никогда не узнаю.-It is stupid name for a stupid ghost. Why this pathetic bitch got a second life, I'll never know.
(5) Держитесь подальше от старшего брата, призрак.- Stay away from big brother, ghost.
Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D
Invisible One
