GHOSTBUSTERS III (THE REAL FEMALE GHOSTBUSTERS)

By SailorJane

STORY NOTES:

Okay first off, I don't own GHOSTBUSTERS, it was created by Dan Akroyd, Harold Ramis and Ivan Reitman (and might as well include Bill Murray as well since he improved so much). It is owned by Columbia Pictures.

However, many story elements were also taken from THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS Cartoon show, mainly helmed by J. Michael Straczynski.

Also credit to my co-author who wishes to remain anonymous. Any original characters were created by us.

We are both huge Ghostbusters fans, have eagerly awaited a third movie, and now feel the most recent film does not do the franchise justice. This is simply our own contribution to the continuing story. Also note that as of this moment, I have not seen the new movie, so nothing has been used from that except the concept of an all-female team (because I still think that idea is cool).

Some adult language and content, but nothing R rated. There may be some mild Yuri (lesbian) content, but again nothing explicit.

As always, comments are most appreciated. Let me know what you think of this story.

Hope you ain't afraid of no ghost… enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Athena watched over the busy campus of Columbia in New York City from the steps of the Library. She exuded a pose of confidence holding her arms in the air with her scepter, as if to say, 'I got this!' Of course, being a Bronze statue, there wasn't much Athena could do or act upon. If someone was causing some commotion outside the Library, it wasn't like she could get up and scatter them with her scepter. Likewise, if the school was possessed by Ghosts, as it possibly had been in the past, she couldn't bust them.

There was no statue erected in Columbia for anyone who had busted Ghosts in the past.

Past the Athena statue, a room down the hall from the library was home to more modern-day books: Computers. No amount of books or encyclopedias could possibly compete with a world-wide web of knowledge, whether most of it was accurate or not.

Many students were seated in this computer lab. Watching over them was a woman, who actually COULD move around and disperse trouble-makers if she wished: Ms. Fields. She was an older woman, probably in her 60s at least, but she didn't fit the role of some typical librarian. Ms. Fields dressed like it was still the 1960s with a tie-dye head-band, way too many beads around her collar, and brown suede boots. She paced back and forth through the computer lab, looking for something to do. Nobody seemed to have any trouble, so it would be another boring day for her. She would simply be alone with her Jack Kerouac novels.

One student in the front row was busy typing up some paper regarding trees, not talking trees like she would have wanted to. No these trees tended to just stand around, occasionally sway in the wind, and perhaps await a terrible fate of being chopped down to make nifty toothpicks. The biology of these trees is more what interested her, or at least interested her enough to pass a class.

Suddenly, her screen started flickering. This caused the student to jolt back from the odd sensation. Suddenly it shut down completely.

"Gah!" She yelled, "I didn't hit save!"

Fields took the note to walk over and see what the problem was, but once she was there, the screen came back on, with the word program and paper still intact.

"The screen dipped down!" The student told the teacher quickly hitting save before anything else happened.

Good thing she did, because the screen was suddenly flickering again.

Ms. Fields sighed and turned the computer monitor off, only to turn it back on again.

"Obviously this computer is the result of our overuse of electricity; our dependence and squandering of natural energy!"

"Uh," The millennial student seemed unsure how to respond to that, "Okay, but what about my paper?"

"Ms. Fields," Another student a few rows back had the same problem.

Now Ms. Fields was starting to worry slightly. Why were these computers flickering on and off. And it wasn't just two of them, now three, four, five. More and more computer screens started flickering, leading to commotion in the computer lab.

"Okay," Ms. Fields got everyone's attention, "Everyone calm down. I'll have maintenance come in and fix these. Save your work and-"

Suddenly a electric spark came from the first student's computer. She shrieked and fell out of her chair. Another student nearby ran to help her. Fields shrieked as well and ran to see what was going on. But before she could do that, another computer monitor was sparking with electricity.

The students didn't need to be told to run out of the room. Some of them even climbed over the desks, stepping on keyboards and mouses to run out. Some took Some took video with their phones of the occurrence, thinking his social media friends would find this amusing.

"Single file!" Fields yelled as she pulled out her phone, "Single file people! This isn't a Rolling Stones concert!"

Nobody was listening, the room quickly emptied with sounds of screams, yelling, and electricity buzzing. The lights from the computers were flickering so much, it almost emitted a strobe light effect. Now more electricity was sparking through the monitors.

Fields made a phone call outside of the room, "Hello maintenance? I need- AH!"

Now her phone sparked and she dropped it to the floor. Its screen was flickering too. Fields felt the side of her face as she ran away in fear. While her face felt warm from the shock, it didn't seem like she was burned at all. She had to think on her feet.

She knew where the circuit breakers were, so she ran to the hallway. Even there, she could still hear the sparks of electricity from the computer lab. That was all about to change. Fields opened up the circuit breaker board and quickly looked for the switches for the computer lab. She struggled to turn them off, her hands shaking so much, but she pulled the the other way with considerable force.

Silence. The sparks stopped, and the light from the computer lab had gone out. Fields sighed in relief. She'd have to go back to pick up her phone and relay this to maintenance.

The room was dark, no computers, no lights, no air-conditioning, just silence. Her footsteps echoed loudly into the room. Her heavy breathing was like an unpleasant white noise that made her heart beat faster. Where is the phone? Just before she could pick it up, a light came on.

The computer screen in the front row illuminated all by itself, but it was as bright as it could possibly be. Fields looked up in shock.

Now, all the screens were coming on, one by one. They were illuminating just as brightly as the first one. The electric sparks started again. In what seemed like a slow-motion bomb going off, the screens illuminated brighter than any computer was possible of doing. It was like the collectively focused a mass of light and electricity. And then a loud sound, one not of this world, roared throughout the computer lab.

All Fields could do was scream as loudly as possible into the light.

GHOSTBUSTERS III