Third Generation Part 6: James
Chapter 1
High above the clouds of Amity Park floated a lone figure. He was a young teenager, about 5'10" with green skin and eyes, black hair, pointed ears, a mouth full of fangs and claws on his fingertips where fingernails would be on a human, wearing a black coat and shirt with white pants and shoes. The figure watched as the sun was just about to go down over the horizon on this clear February day and took a deep breath. James stopped inhaling the smell as the sun finally fell and night started. Change…That was what James had smelled, he smelled a change in the air as the sun fell.
It was…interesting, different. A small cloud of blue air left James's mouth and a second figure, his older brother Ivan, floated up to him. Three weeks ago, Ivan had undergone a change. Them, and their three sisters, were born 5/8 ghost, due to their Father being a whole ghost born in the Ghost Zone and their mother being the ¼ ghost daughter to Danny Phantom: Earth's Greatest Hero. Last month, a group of anti-ghost nut jobs calling themselves 'Get the Freaks Out' shot him with a weapon designed by their grandfather's long-dead enemy, Vlad Plasmius that stripped Ivan of his ghost DNA, then Ivan was shot a week later stopping a robbery. The only way to revive him was by putting him through their Grandfather's Ghost Portal, and Ivan's Ghost Form was a lot different now.
Before, Ivan would right now have black hair, green skin, red eyes, and claws on his right hand where nails would be on a human, and a mouth full of fangs. But due to the events of last month, Ivan had white hair, red eyes, normal human colored skin, and was wearing a grey jumpsuit with white belt, boots, and gloves and a white jacket. "Yes?" James asked him. "Move, I gotta practice now," Ivan grumbled. "Here?" James said, "Dad said I can't practice on the ground after I wrecked the car last week," Ivan responded. Ivan's transformation took away his Cold Core, meaning no ice powers or Ghost Sense, and he lost the ability to copy himself as well. In their place he seemed to be able to control the wind, and had been practicing controlling his new power ever since. He hadn't made much progress so far.
James flew behind Ivan and watched as white ectoplasmic energy filled his hands. Ivan waved his arms in a circular pattern, and James felt the air moving along with him. "Concentrate…think small…" Ivan muttered. The wind around them calmed down and James saw the air start to coalesce into a ball between Ivan's hands. Ivan then thrust his hands to the right and the ball of air shot off, leaving a trail of disturbed clouds in its wake. "Not bad," James told him. "Okay, I got another idea," Ivan said, then started spinning in place, "Race ya!"
The two halfas flew off, Ivan being just ahead of James. He's gonna throw up at this rate, James thought when suddenly Ivan rammed into him and they both helplessly flailed around the air. "Whaaa iiiiiiddddd ooooooo dooooooo!?" James screamed. "IIIII caaaaaaaddd stooooopppppp iiiiiiiiitttttttt!" Ivan yelled back then they hit each other head on and were falling to Earth. James and Ivan fell to the Earth rolling around in the artificial twister for hundreds of feet before they stopped spinning. "JESUS CHRIST!" Ivan screamed as a church grew larger in their field of vision. James quickly focused on flying, pouring his energy into it to counter gravity.
"OOF!" James gasped as he hit the roof of the church. "HOLY SHIT!" Ivan screamed; James saw that he had almost been impaled right through his butt hole by the weathervane. "Watch your language," a stern female voice ordered. James then noticed the woman who was on the roof, apparently relaying tile. "Hello, Reverend," James greeted as he stood up. "Good evening, James. What happened up there, the Lord took a swing for your foul-mouthed brother and you were too close?" the Reverend Esther Wenchel asked. "God had nothing to do with it, you old harpy," Ivan grumbled. "Ivan was testing his powers, and messed up," James told her.
"You don't say," Rev. Wenchel said as she climbed down a ladder. James had met Rev. Wenchel a few times; he helped with charities she hosted sometimes. She was a short gray-haired woman with severe amber eyes and a very thin body, like a spear. Every time James saw her, the word 'battle-axe' sprang to mind. Ivan flew off while James helped the Reverend get her ladder in the church. "So, how has Ivan been taking his changes?" she asked. "Not well, he's a lot angrier now, but on the other hand, he's a lot less of a blowhard," James informed her. "I've noticed, I've been able to read in the Park now without some guitar music or screaming fangirls ruining the peace for a month now," Rev. Wenchel said. "Anyway, why were you up there, James?"
James told her as they walked through the church, "My Dad once told me that what he liked the most about the Human World, aside from Mom, was the fact that things change faster here, he once said that you can smell the change when the sun sets. I was up there to see if he was right, I figure in the thin air up there the smell would be more apparent." "So, what does 'change' smell like?" Rev. Wenchel asked. "Uummmm…It smells…different, I can't really describe it, it's just something that you know when you smell it, I guess," James said. "I see," Rev. Wenchel said. "See you Sunday Reverend," James said as he flew off. Tomorrow's Saturday…