Hi! This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I would also like it if you would review and tell me how I'm doing. I have most of this story already written out so you can expect the chapters to come up fairly quickly but I need to type them up first. I have help from my friend in writing some scenes. You can learn more about the both of us in my profile.
Disclaimer: I only own Kya, her family, and the ghosts of my creation. The song is by Chloe Agnew.
A light wind blew through the small, sleeping town of Amity Park. The only light that could be seen for miles came from the flickering stars. It was silent except for the rustling of the leaves and the meow of a stray cat. Everyone was asleep, curled up in their warm beds, except for one teenage girl.
She sat on the roof of her new home, staring at the moonless sky. Her sapphire blue eyes were glazed as she pondered thoughts that were hers alone. Thin, pale arms that were wrapped around long legs, were covered with white scars. She had long black hair that pooled around her waist and shined in the starlight.
The girl seemed to be a part of the night. She was so quiet and still, dresses in dark clothes. Closing her eyes, she let her chin rest on her knees. She didn't have trouble sleeping, she just liked the dark. When she was on the roof, she felt as if she owned the night.
Sighing, she lifted her head and began to hum. The tune was slow and quiet but very beautiful. After a minute of humming, she began to sing.
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below
Are sleeping as we fly
We're holding very tight
And riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly
So high above with you
All across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open-mouthed
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below
Believes their eyes
We're surfing in the air
We're swimming in the frozen sky
We're drifting over icy
Mountains floating by
Suddenly, swooping low
On an ocean deep
Rising up, a mighty monster
From his sleep
We're walking in the air
We're dancing in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us
Greets us as we fly
Her voice was haunting, making her seem ethereal. Her song echoed over the silent city and it seemed as if the stars were glowing brighter. Sighing once more, she moved over to the edge of the roof. Jumping down, she landed silently on a small balcony overlooking the backyard.
With one last look at the sky, she walked inside and closed the glass doors behind her. She walked over to her bed, navigating around boxes and other things stacked around the room. After one last sigh, she got into bed and fell asleep.
On the other side of Amity Park, things were not so quiet and peaceful. Things were moving about; nothing living, but the dead. Ghosts, spirits of the departed, were looking to cause one thing; fear. One ghost in particular though, was looking for a person.
Suddenly, the ghost was thrown back into a building. It shook its head and looked up to see the one it was looking for. Standing tall, with his arms crossed across his chest, was a teenage boy.
The boy was not a normal boy, though. His snowy white hair and glowing green eyes told you that he was a ghost. He wore a black jumpsuit with a white belt, gloves, boots, and collar. On his chest was a symbol; a P in a D.
"Ah, just the one I was looking for," drawled the ghost as he stood and brushed himself off.
"What do you want Skulker?" asked the teenage ghost.
"Your pelt at the foot of my bed, what else?" asked Skulker.
"Why can't you be like other ghosts and want to dominate the world?" asked the boy, rolling his eyes. Skulker shrugged, his metallic body moving stiffly. The teenage ghost attacked Skulker with an energy blast from his hand, sending him back into the building.
Skulker passed through the wall and phased through the ceiling to attack the ghost boy with an arsenal of rockets. The young ghost dodged them easily, turning intangible occasionally.
"Give it up whelp. You don't stand a chance," said Skulker.
"Please, you haven't touched me once and I've sent you into a wall, twice," said the ghost boy. He was getting bored so he decided to finish the fight before more damage was caused. He grabbed a thermos that was attached to his belt and popped off the lid.
"Just try and capture me with that thermos Ghost-Child," taunted Skulker.
"Okay," said the ghost boy and he pointed the thermos at the annoying hunter ghost. Pressing a button, a protesting Skulker was sucked inside. The ghost boy landed on the ground, capping the thermos. Two rings of light appeared at his waist. One traveled up and the other down his body, revealing a black-haired, blue-eyed teen.
"Great, I've been up all night hunting ghosts. I had no time to study for that math test. I better be getting home," muttered the boy. He ran down the street, hooking the thermos onto his belt.
When he turned the corner, he could see his house on the end of the block. It was king of hard to miss with the giant UFO-looking thing on top and the neon sign over the door reading "Fenton Works".
When he was almost to his house, he began to hear something. He stopped and listened closer. He was hearing singing and it was coming from the roof of the once-abandoned house across the street from his house.
The singing was haunting and he wondered if it was a ghost. His ghost sense hadn't gone off, so he doubted that. He guessed that someone had finally moved in. When the singing stopped, he shook his head and went the rest of the way home.
He turned invisible and phased through the front door. Staying invisible, he made his way up the stairs to his room where he plopped onto his bed and fell asleep.
So how was it? Please let me know. I'm begging you! (Not really. I don't like begging.) Well, along with this story, my friend and I will be writing a side story with the characters of this one. Be sure to check that out when it comes too. Thanks!