Shadows

Prologue: Rejection

People gathered around an apartment that had a large sign that read "Fenton Works" attached to it. All of them were carrying anti-Fenton plaque cards and were shouting.

"Get out of our town!" a man from the crowd shouted, "Leave us alone!"

"Don't you know that your researching has caused so much trouble?" a woman yelled, "Think of our children! Our future!"

Just then, a teenaged boy with snowy white hair and green eyes flew to them. He was in a black and white jumpsuit that had the letter "D" in the middle of it. And he looked extremely worried.

"Whoa! Hang on, people! What are you doing here?" the boy asked.

"Because of you and your family, cities around the world are being destroyed by ghosts!" the man who shouted earlier angrily replied. "That's why you should pack up and leave our peaceful Amity Park. You guys are like ghost magnets!"

"Look, I'm sure we could talk about these crises-"

"There's no need to talk about anything! Just leave our town!"

"You guys don't understand! We've been living here for a long time already! We love this town as much as you do!"

"If you do love our town, leave it! Don't you see that your ghost busting has enraged practically every ghost and made each one damage the town?"

Two other teens came out from the crowd. One was a girl wearing a black tank top, a black skirt, purple leggings and big, black boots. The other was an African-American boy in a yellow, long-sleeved shirt and green denim trousers. On his head were a red beret and some glasses.

"Excuse me, sir. You're talking to the one who's always out saving the town from ghosts," the girl snapped, "so give him some respect and let him explain."

"What she said was right," the African-American boy added, "it's not easy rescuing the town from rampaging ghosts all the time, you know."

"Yes, yes, we know that," the woman earlier answered, "But do you think that kicking a ghost's butt and sending him back to wherever he came from will solve the problem? He'll just keep on coming back and pester us even more. The only way to keep this from happening again and again is to destroy the ghosts' gateway which is inside the Fentons' apartment."

Everyone in the mob agreed. The flying boy and his friends were trying to stop the mob from entering the apartment when a loud bang rang out. The boy fell to the ground, his left chest area smoking. His two friends ran to him and tried their best to wake him up but were in vain. Suddenly, a huge, silver RV rammed out of the apartment's garage just as the mob was less than two feet away from the two teens and their unconscious friend. It parked by them and shot out three small, silver pellets at the mob. The pellets exploded and puffed out dense clouds of smoke. As the people in the mob coughed out and rubbed their eyes, a mechanical arm popped out of the RV's side, grabbed the fallen teen, brought him inside and drove off at full speed. The teens left behind crawled out from the smoke clouds and watched the RV zooming off from the distance. Once the smoke was gone, the mob tried to run after the vehicle when another, much louder explosion stopped them in their tracks. Everyone turned around to see the first floor of the apartment smoking and in flames. Dozens of fire trucks and ambulances rushed to the site as the two teens turned back to the horizon, both in tears for never having to say goodbye to their friend.