~Hyde~
Twisted. The man was completely and utterly twisted. Well, he wasn't so
much a man as an other-worldy translucent being. Not even a being really.
It had no body of it's own. No soul. It's hard to describe what it was
indefinately, but one thing was for certain. Whatever it was, it was pure
evil.
~*~*~*~*~
"Egon," Peter muttered, "We're going out for the pizza now, you coming
or not?"
"Y'know Peter I would love to," Egon replied monotonously, "But this...
This fungus is truly fascinating..."
Peter groaned. "Yeh, you and your molds. Marry 'em why don't you?" Egon
gave Peter a look and Peter made a face. "Fine, don't marry it... them...
Don't marry the molds. Whatever. You sure you don't wanna come?"
"Go," Egon muttered.
"Okay, fine. I know when I'm not wanted!"
Egon was still staring at the molds an hour later when Janine hit the little
red button. A call.
Dropping down the poll, Egon quickly pulled himself into his Ghost-busting
uniform and as he ran out the door to Ecto-1, he yelled to Janine to get a hold
of the other Ghostbusters.
She nodded quickly and picked up the phone watching the lone man in grey
rush off to save the world.
~*~*~*~*~
"Heeey," Peter mused, "Is that the ghostbusters theme I hear?"
"Yeh," Ray nodded, "I downloaded it from the internet at the library... A
ghostbusters telephone ring! How cool!"
Ray pulled out his phone, a gift from his parents last Christmas and
answered it.
"Hello? ...Uh huh.... uh huh... your joking! He wouldn't... Really??!
Okay... Where? ....Amnity 232? GREAT! We'll be there ASAP!" Ray clicked
off his phone, looking distrested.
"What's wrong Ray?" Wiston asked hesitantly.
"It's Egon. We got a call and he went alone."
"WHAT!?"
~*~*~*~*~
Egon arrived at the building. It was the type of building big movie directors
would pay money to use in a horror movie. It was just that bad. Broken windows,
scrapped up paint, shutters hanging off of window panes. All it needed was
a dark and stormy night.
Too bad it was 5:ooPM and really sunny.
The inside of the place was just as modest. A giant chandelier above, winding
staircases and a red carpet.
The place resembled an old, condemned hotel.
Egon saw a light under a door beneath the staircase. Logically, there might
be a person in there to tell him what was going on.
The second he opened the door, the light shut off and the PKE readings went over
the top.
"Well," Egon muttered, "I must be on the right track..."
There was a set of stairs twisting downwards protruding from the door and Egon
followed, more curious that frightened.
The room at the bottom, the basement he presumed, was so dark he couldn't see
anything. He pulled out his flashlight and switched it on.
Paintings of darkness. Black pallets framed and hung the wall.
"Oh how disturbing..." Egon said to himself. He went over to one of them and
took another reading. "The PK energy down here is almost inconceivable! It's
amazing!"
Then the painting started to move.
A swirl of bright pschodelic colors radiated, going faster and faster sending
Egon into almost an hypnotic state. The colors jumped off of the painting and
sucked itself into Egon's body by passage of mouth and nose.
Egon's body was wracked with tremors as he convulsed. Shaking until he collapsed
onto the hard cement floor.
~*~*~*~*~
"Egon?" yelled Peter, entering Amnity 232. He was followed by Wiston with Ray
trailing in the far back. "Egon? Where are you?!"
Ray wandered over to the basment door. "I'm picking up PK signals here... But
they aren't normal..."
"How so?" Wiston asked.
"Well, it's more like a portal of some kind than a entity or spirit," Ray
replied.
"Oh great," Peter muttered, "What has Egon gotten himself into this time..."
The three descended the stairs.
"Woah it's dark in here."
"Click on you lights then Pete."
"Yeh, sure thing Wiston."
Peter and Ray clicked on their lights and Ray scanned the ground, coming upon
a motionless body.
"Hey, I see something..." Ray said.
He got a little closer and, wearing thick black rubber gloves, turned the person's
face into the light.
"OH MY GOD! EGON!"
tbc....
Twisted. The man was completely and utterly twisted. Well, he wasn't so
much a man as an other-worldy translucent being. Not even a being really.
It had no body of it's own. No soul. It's hard to describe what it was
indefinately, but one thing was for certain. Whatever it was, it was pure
evil.
~*~*~*~*~
"Egon," Peter muttered, "We're going out for the pizza now, you coming
or not?"
"Y'know Peter I would love to," Egon replied monotonously, "But this...
This fungus is truly fascinating..."
Peter groaned. "Yeh, you and your molds. Marry 'em why don't you?" Egon
gave Peter a look and Peter made a face. "Fine, don't marry it... them...
Don't marry the molds. Whatever. You sure you don't wanna come?"
"Go," Egon muttered.
"Okay, fine. I know when I'm not wanted!"
Egon was still staring at the molds an hour later when Janine hit the little
red button. A call.
Dropping down the poll, Egon quickly pulled himself into his Ghost-busting
uniform and as he ran out the door to Ecto-1, he yelled to Janine to get a hold
of the other Ghostbusters.
She nodded quickly and picked up the phone watching the lone man in grey
rush off to save the world.
~*~*~*~*~
"Heeey," Peter mused, "Is that the ghostbusters theme I hear?"
"Yeh," Ray nodded, "I downloaded it from the internet at the library... A
ghostbusters telephone ring! How cool!"
Ray pulled out his phone, a gift from his parents last Christmas and
answered it.
"Hello? ...Uh huh.... uh huh... your joking! He wouldn't... Really??!
Okay... Where? ....Amnity 232? GREAT! We'll be there ASAP!" Ray clicked
off his phone, looking distrested.
"What's wrong Ray?" Wiston asked hesitantly.
"It's Egon. We got a call and he went alone."
"WHAT!?"
~*~*~*~*~
Egon arrived at the building. It was the type of building big movie directors
would pay money to use in a horror movie. It was just that bad. Broken windows,
scrapped up paint, shutters hanging off of window panes. All it needed was
a dark and stormy night.
Too bad it was 5:ooPM and really sunny.
The inside of the place was just as modest. A giant chandelier above, winding
staircases and a red carpet.
The place resembled an old, condemned hotel.
Egon saw a light under a door beneath the staircase. Logically, there might
be a person in there to tell him what was going on.
The second he opened the door, the light shut off and the PKE readings went over
the top.
"Well," Egon muttered, "I must be on the right track..."
There was a set of stairs twisting downwards protruding from the door and Egon
followed, more curious that frightened.
The room at the bottom, the basement he presumed, was so dark he couldn't see
anything. He pulled out his flashlight and switched it on.
Paintings of darkness. Black pallets framed and hung the wall.
"Oh how disturbing..." Egon said to himself. He went over to one of them and
took another reading. "The PK energy down here is almost inconceivable! It's
amazing!"
Then the painting started to move.
A swirl of bright pschodelic colors radiated, going faster and faster sending
Egon into almost an hypnotic state. The colors jumped off of the painting and
sucked itself into Egon's body by passage of mouth and nose.
Egon's body was wracked with tremors as he convulsed. Shaking until he collapsed
onto the hard cement floor.
~*~*~*~*~
"Egon?" yelled Peter, entering Amnity 232. He was followed by Wiston with Ray
trailing in the far back. "Egon? Where are you?!"
Ray wandered over to the basment door. "I'm picking up PK signals here... But
they aren't normal..."
"How so?" Wiston asked.
"Well, it's more like a portal of some kind than a entity or spirit," Ray
replied.
"Oh great," Peter muttered, "What has Egon gotten himself into this time..."
The three descended the stairs.
"Woah it's dark in here."
"Click on you lights then Pete."
"Yeh, sure thing Wiston."
Peter and Ray clicked on their lights and Ray scanned the ground, coming upon
a motionless body.
"Hey, I see something..." Ray said.
He got a little closer and, wearing thick black rubber gloves, turned the person's
face into the light.
"OH MY GOD! EGON!"
tbc....