I'm not sure if I will continue this, but it is an idea I thought of... maybe when I finish the Timeline Difference series. Ah well. Enjoy!
Newly edited thanks to mocahuma
In a small nameless city, simple buildings were placed in a circle around woodland. In one of the buildings in the shape of a white square, there was a small nameless band of ghost hunters. Casper Fighters was a super elite team that hunted ghosts in the area. The head of the team, Mr. Baxter, hovered over the small class with an ecto gun slung over his strong shoulders. "Okay class! What is our motto?" All the eight year olds sighed as they repeated their lines.
"Always if you see a ghost, always have a gun at hand, to corner specters we despise!"
They never fought real ghosts, but most of them wished they were out playing like all the other kids in their small town; all of them except Dash Baxter. The small pale eight year old boy dreamed of one day following in his father's footsteps and become the world's greatest secret ghost hunter. Combing his blonde messy hair forward with a small white comb, he walked through the corridors to his dad's office. He heard that he was supposed to help a homeless boy who wanted to try out to be a ghost hunter. He was supposed to help the guy learn everything before the placement test. Walking into the room, Dash came face to face with a small pale boy about one age younger sitting in a small plastic blue chair. He had messy ebony hair that fell from his face, and he wore a small orange hazmat suit. The boy looked at the new person that had come into the room, and sky blue eyes met Dash's dark sapphire eyes.
"Dash, I would like you to meet Daniel. He is your responsibility till Saturday, so you have a whole week to teach him." With that, his dad walked out of the room, leaving the boys to stare at each other.
"Um… I'm Dash… your Daniel?" he asked as he held out his hand.
The boy looked at his hand, and then turned his face toward the floor. "It's Danny…" he muttered.
"Hey, you're supposed to shake some one's hand when they offer it!" Dash yelled. He grabbed Danny's hand and gave it a firm shake.
Danny got up from his chair and tried to exit the room, but Dash ran towards the door and spread himself apart to prevent the younger boy from passing. "I have to teach you how to hunt ghosts, so you have to follow me!" he said with confidence.
Danny looked at him with confusion before replying quietly. "F-fine."
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Over the next week, Danny and Dash got really close to each other. Danny seemed to be a natural at holding a gun, but he had no physical endurance. Dash always sat with Danny at the lunch table, trying to make him smile. He would always try to help the raven find friends, but he would shy away and stick to Dash like glue. Except for casual talk, Danny became the loner and puppy of Dash Baxter. Friday came, and Danny had one day left to finish studying for the placement test. In Dash's room, Danny slipped on the small orange and black hazmat suit and tried to push down his chaotic messy hair. Dash entered the room and looked at him weirdly. "I really don't think orange suits you…" Dash said as he went into his closet.
"But it's my dad's color!" Danny complained.
Dash rummaged his closet and found what he was looking for. Turning to Danny, he threw the new hazmat suit to him and commanded "change."
Danny quietly slipped off the orange one and replaced it with the white one with black gloves and boots. He turned towards himself in the mirror and inspected it. "Like it? It wasn't my color, so I never tried it, but it looks good with you because your hairs black."
"I-I actually like it," Danny said as he jumped onto Dash's bed. Dash picked up the orange one and put it on himself before going to the mirror to admire his new uniform. "You look good in orange," Danny said quietly.
Smiling, Dash fell on the bed with Danny and pulled out his white comb. "Hold still!" Dash said as he started to furiously brush Danny's hair. After he was finished, Dash inspected his work. The usually messy bundle of black hair fell in front of his face, giving him messy but acceptable bangs.
"What did you do to my hair?" Danny asked as he ruffled the top of his head.
"Nothing… say, did you study the motto?"
"No… I hate the motto. It's too hard…"
"Yeah, me too… maybe you could make it rhyme with other words to make a little sense… I'll say the motto, and you repeat something that would rhyme. I'll even try to memorize your parts so that it becomes a new motto!"
Danny gave him a disgusted look. "I hate poetry…"
Dash laughed and continued with his thought. "Yeah, me too… So I was thinking like a rhyme that made a little sense… I'll say the motto, and you repeat something that would rhyme. I'll even try to memorize your part!"
"Fine…" Danny said.
Dash started the motto that every ghost hunter had to learn. "Always if you find a ghost…"
Danny hesitated before coming up with something that rhymes with ghost. "Find out what it fears… the most?"
"You got it!" Dash exclaimed. He was proud that he could teach Danny something for once.
"Always have a gun at hand…"
"Make sure… the fight is fun and grand!" Danny yelled as a small smile started to form on his face.
"Corner specters we despise…"
Danny jumped from the bed and gave a small swing with his fist. "Hit them right between the eyes!"
Dash looked up at him. He was impressed that Danny finally smiled for once. Dash followed Danny and got ready to do his part. For the rest of the day, you could hear the two boys practicing their new modified version of the motto. Sadly, the time arrived for Danny to leave. The lady came to get Danny and escort him to the training area. Before Danny left, Dash gave Danny his white comb and looked down at the young boy with a small smile.
"Promise not to lose that. It's my lucky brush, and you need it more than me."
"Promise," Danny said with a huge grin.
As he walked out of the room, he turned towards Dash and yelled back, "Bye Dash! I won't forget you!" Dash waved back sadly as his new best friend was taken away.
"Don't worry, I'll see you again! You'll do great!"
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Later in the day, Dash ran towards his dad's office brimming with happiness. He couldn't wait to see Danny and keep up their new motto together. Dash loved the part that Danny made when he said, "hit them right between the eyes!"
Skidding into his father's office, he expected to find his black haired blue eyed friend to be there standing in front of him with the acceptance badge. Instead, it was his dad with a solemn look on his face.
"Son… he failed the physical test and his score was brought down dramatically, he was also wounded by a ghost. His cut on his leg was deep, and we had to abort the training course. As you know son, we erase all existence of the secret ghost hunters if someone fails the test, and they are sent to the nearest family. I'm sorry son. You won't be seeing Daniel anymore…"
Dash stared at his dad trying to figure out what was happening. Hs first closest friend was gone… and for some reason, his heart was breaking. He didn't understand what that meant, but he knew that he wanted the pain to go away. He ran into his room and started crying. Because of the pain it caused Dash, his dad decided to erase Dash's memory of the week.
After it was finished, Dash went back to doing his best in the academy. The only problem was that he never knew were his white comb went, and over the week, he seemed to take on bullying characteristics instead of his normal helpful .
Throughout the years, even though his mind was erased, Dash would sit in his room and wonder why he could hear a small voice call out in his head, "hit them right between the eyes!" Whenever he heard those words, he would start to cry. It was his only moment of weakness, and he promised never to reveal it to anyone.
Always if you find a ghost, find out what it fears the most. Always have a gun at hand, make sure the fight is fun and grand. Corner specters we despise, hit them right between the eyes.
Good? Bad? Normal? Mediocer? Etc? Please review it! If enough people review, I may feel more motivated to continue it. Until then:
Chow! : )