Tomorrow Is Forever
Part two of Vengeance Is Mine Last Time on The Real Ghostbusters-- Vengeance is mine ~1980~
"The jury finds David Austin guilty of all crimes, including the attempted murder of Raymond Stanz. By the laws of the state of New York, you will spend ten years in the New York State Penitentiary, without parole, and then five years on parole," the judge stated as he stared at the smug looking man. The man before him was tall, with wicked green eyes and raven black hair.
"NO! You bastard!" screamed Peter Venkman, "No way!" Ray Stanz yelled, "He's a scumbag!" Hollered Egon Spengler. Other various voices were heard as the judge banged his gavel down on the desk to regain order. The man standing before the court smiled.
"Ten years is plenty of time Venky! I'll be back boys," growled David Austin triumphantly as the cops pulled him out of the court room. Egon looked from Ray to Peter, he had known Peter for three years, and Ray for two. He thought fondly and highly of them, and he also knew this guy had haunted every dream they had for the past two months.
"Let's go home guys," Egon muttered; the three shared an apartment just off campus. Peter was seething, Ray was ghastly pale and looked worried.
"Do...do you think he'll really seek revenge?" Ray whispered nervously. Peter looked at him as did Egon.
"Does Egon hate pineapples on his pizza," murmured Peter as the three friends left quietly. ****
The tall man smirked evilly as he watched the four Ghostbusters split up, they were doing just what he wanted. His grin turned into a sneer as another man approached him, the man had graying brown hair and looked at him.
"You're sure about this sir?" The man asked. Austin rolled his eyes and smacked the man harshly in the shoulder.
"You twit, of course I'm sure, it's time to get revenge on Venkman and Stanz for what they put me through, and I'll be damned if I'm going to allow them to get away. Get the van ready!" with that he disappeared into the dark hallway. ****
"Hiya Ray, remember me? You're worst nightmare? Of course you do, you had one of me just this morning didn't you?" Ray's eyes grew wide as the words penetrated his fogging head.
"Let's go find Petey," the man spoke in a menacing tone, his deep voice shaking him to the core, unlike Egon's deep voice which only brought comfort. Ray shook his head wildly, hoping to dissuade this man from the idea, no such luck.
"Oh trust me, I've got all this planned out Raymond, I have for nearly twelve years."
"AUSTIN!" Yelled Peter, from just in front of them, Ray had no time to react, a minute later Peter was on the ground, bleeding from a wound on his temple, and Austin was holding a smoking gun. ****
Peter had been horrified at the sight of Ray being captured by David Austin, he glared at the man, eyes full of a different rage, a protective rage.
"Payback's a bitch Venky!" With that Austin withdrew a 9mm, keeping Ray directly in front of him, he took aim and pulled the trigger. ****
Egon and Winston jumped at the sound of a gun discharging. They both looked at each other in horrified expressions.
"Peter!" They heard Ray's scream.
"Oh god!" Egon yelled taking off at a run. Winston taken by surprise.
"Egon wait we..." he didn't get any further words out, a second later the butt of a gun slammed into his left temple, causing darkness to enthrall his world. ****
"Please, don't..." his words slurred as he fell to his knees, crying out in pain, moments later he was dry heaving. Egon placed a hand on his friend's back. Ray continued to cry.
"Raymond, I know you aren't really thinking straight, but I want you to calm down, and lie on your back, so I can examine your injuries."
"No, please, I won't do it again, promise," whimpered Ray, his words slurred and confused, but frightened.
"Shh, its okay Raymond, I'm here now," Egon replied.
"Hurtss, 'gon," he murmured as tears continued to run down his face. Egon gently helped him so Ray's head was lying in Egon's lap. Feeling the side of his neck, Egon felt the low pulse rate, and the harsh thumping of the pulse.
"I'm right here Raymond," whispered Egon, as he gently wiped the spittle from the corner of his friend's mouth. Ray moaned again, Egon was sure the younger man wasn't really seeing him, but something else. He knew illusions and hallucinations were part of PCP addiction and withdrawal.
"Pete....peterrrr...peettttterrrr....'sssss deeeadddd?" Whimpered Ray in a slurred voice.
"No Ray, I believe with all my heart that Peter and Winston are alive," Egon said, not adding the well, knowing in his heart that as long as they weren't there neither man would be fine.
"Sawww 'emm ssshottt," groaned Ray as he shifted slightly and winced, Egon was sure he had cracked ribs. Deciding that when Ray was asleep or out of it, he would check for further injuries, until then he'd just have to keep him still.
"It's okay Ray, I'm sure they're alive and looking for the two of us, okay," Egon whispered. He watched Ray continue to wriggle before he finally was out. ****
The problem was until now, he had always known his friends or friend would be found, would be fine. This time he wasn't so sure. That scared him, he was afraid that if he looked for Austin he would find his friends dead, one or both of them, that thought terrified him. Caused a chill down to the soul, part of him thought maybe they were already dead.
"They're alive Pete," came the voice again, a hand touched his shoulder, causing Peter to turn around and glare at Winston. The black man looking stronger than ever.
"How would you know!" Bit Peter, fear finally getting the better of him. Winston sighed.
"I just know Peter, trust me."
"I can't do that Winston, you know that better than anyone, I can't know until I see them, touch them, hold them," Peter bit.
"Peter, looking inside yourself, do you feel empty?"
"What?"
"Let me ask you a question, Peter. You, Egon and Ray you guys have been friends for how many years, nearly fourteen or so, well, you guys are like brothers, you have a bond, just like brothers, and any friends, you have a bond formed that most people don't have. Does it feel like they're gone?" Winston asked looking into Peter's broken emerald eyes.
"I'm not sure I understand," Peter whispered.
"Well I mean, don't you think you'd feel something if they were dead? Right now you're just assuming, because you can't touch them, hold them and see them. You're assuming that they're dead because Austin is a brutal man, but we don't know that. Look into your soul, Pete, deep inside and tell me does it feel like they died? Do you feel empty inside? Like you've lost something deep inside that you shared with both your two best friends, your brothers? Is there a hollowness there that you've never felt before?" Peter opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, realizing he wanted an honest answer, so Peter sat for a second, letting the rain fall on the building sheltering them. He closed his eyes and trying to imagine how he really felt deep inside right now.
"No," was the only word he said, a tear falling from his eyes to his cheek. Winston smiled gently and clasped Peter's shoulder, he knew it wasn't over, that he and Peter would have a few more conversations like this, none as calm, but he was ready. In his heart Winston did believe his friends were alive, and wouldn't stop looking until they were found.
"I believe in my heart that they will survive, just like I believe that we will find them. Now I think you need to believe too," He whispered.
"I'm afraid Winston, I don't handle fear well," whispered Peter.
"I know m'man, neither do I, but trust me, Egon is one strong man, and so is Ray. We don't give that kid enough credit for some of the shit he's been through, he's no wimp. He can handle what is thrown at him."
"I'm sorry if I woke you up," muttered Peter.
"You didn't," Winston stated plainly and then headed back to his own bed, as he lay there, quiet, listening to the rain fall he heard Peter's soft prayer.
"Please God, if you're really there, let them be alive and okay please," Peter muttered, another tear trailing down his cheek, the same prayer echoing in Winston's mind. ****
"Please hurry Peter, please, please hurry," Egon whimpered as he bowed his head towards Ray's unconscious figure, and slowly felt himself breaking down into horrible soul shaking body wracking sobs. Everything taking it's toll on him. He was only vaguely aware of a pair of weaker arms sliding around his middle and holding on tightly.
"They're comin'...'gon," came Ray's very shaky and weak voice. Egon wrapped his arms tighter around Ray as well, and together the two cried out whatever it was they had left. ****
Peter stared over the shoulder at the computer screen as several fingers flew across the keyboard. He had been here all day, and was tiring quickly.
"There are ten clusters of apartments, and five house that have been vacant for ten years. That's in the decent neighborhood's, do you want the bad ones too?" inquired the woman cop as she looked up at him.
"No, this Austin guy wants us to think of places no on would look. If I know him, he'll be hiding out in a good decent neighborhood, where people's children ride bikes everyday without the fear of a man like him. It'll be the best damn house in the neighborhood too. This man is no idiot, believe me, he's a psychopathic genius," stated Peter. ****
The laughing was all round him, as he pushed the plunger in, the giant heads swarming around in a circle, all of them laughing at him, yelling at him, the heads of the only people he had ever loved.
"Look at the druggie!" Howled Winston's head, laughing.
"Nothing but a useless piece of crap," laughed Peter loudly.
"We called him a genius," cackled Egon. Ray squeezed his eyes closed wildly, trying to close his mind off to the images, he didn't want to remember them anymore, no god please no. All he heard next was a loud crack, a pain shoot through the side of his head, then nothingness. ****
Austin pulled the trigger right as Frump pulled his, sending Austin to the floor with a bullet in his right shoulder, as Austin's bullet hit Ray's temple, at an angle. Peter paled at the sight, and ignored the crumpled body of Austin, screaming out Winston's name and Egon's he dropped to the floor near the crumpled form of his best friend. Ray lay on the carpet, bleeding from what looked to be a slight flesh wound above Ray's left temple. ****
"What the hell happened!?" Demanded Winston as he raced in and dropped beside Peter.
"Ray's, been shot," Peter whimpered.
"Does he have a pulse," Peter reached his hand towards Ray's neck, the dread Winston spotted in his friend's eyes, said it all. Ray had no pulse, his chest wasn't moving.
Part two of Vengeance Is Mine Last Time on The Real Ghostbusters-- Vengeance is mine ~1980~
"The jury finds David Austin guilty of all crimes, including the attempted murder of Raymond Stanz. By the laws of the state of New York, you will spend ten years in the New York State Penitentiary, without parole, and then five years on parole," the judge stated as he stared at the smug looking man. The man before him was tall, with wicked green eyes and raven black hair.
"NO! You bastard!" screamed Peter Venkman, "No way!" Ray Stanz yelled, "He's a scumbag!" Hollered Egon Spengler. Other various voices were heard as the judge banged his gavel down on the desk to regain order. The man standing before the court smiled.
"Ten years is plenty of time Venky! I'll be back boys," growled David Austin triumphantly as the cops pulled him out of the court room. Egon looked from Ray to Peter, he had known Peter for three years, and Ray for two. He thought fondly and highly of them, and he also knew this guy had haunted every dream they had for the past two months.
"Let's go home guys," Egon muttered; the three shared an apartment just off campus. Peter was seething, Ray was ghastly pale and looked worried.
"Do...do you think he'll really seek revenge?" Ray whispered nervously. Peter looked at him as did Egon.
"Does Egon hate pineapples on his pizza," murmured Peter as the three friends left quietly. ****
The tall man smirked evilly as he watched the four Ghostbusters split up, they were doing just what he wanted. His grin turned into a sneer as another man approached him, the man had graying brown hair and looked at him.
"You're sure about this sir?" The man asked. Austin rolled his eyes and smacked the man harshly in the shoulder.
"You twit, of course I'm sure, it's time to get revenge on Venkman and Stanz for what they put me through, and I'll be damned if I'm going to allow them to get away. Get the van ready!" with that he disappeared into the dark hallway. ****
"Hiya Ray, remember me? You're worst nightmare? Of course you do, you had one of me just this morning didn't you?" Ray's eyes grew wide as the words penetrated his fogging head.
"Let's go find Petey," the man spoke in a menacing tone, his deep voice shaking him to the core, unlike Egon's deep voice which only brought comfort. Ray shook his head wildly, hoping to dissuade this man from the idea, no such luck.
"Oh trust me, I've got all this planned out Raymond, I have for nearly twelve years."
"AUSTIN!" Yelled Peter, from just in front of them, Ray had no time to react, a minute later Peter was on the ground, bleeding from a wound on his temple, and Austin was holding a smoking gun. ****
Peter had been horrified at the sight of Ray being captured by David Austin, he glared at the man, eyes full of a different rage, a protective rage.
"Payback's a bitch Venky!" With that Austin withdrew a 9mm, keeping Ray directly in front of him, he took aim and pulled the trigger. ****
Egon and Winston jumped at the sound of a gun discharging. They both looked at each other in horrified expressions.
"Peter!" They heard Ray's scream.
"Oh god!" Egon yelled taking off at a run. Winston taken by surprise.
"Egon wait we..." he didn't get any further words out, a second later the butt of a gun slammed into his left temple, causing darkness to enthrall his world. ****
"Please, don't..." his words slurred as he fell to his knees, crying out in pain, moments later he was dry heaving. Egon placed a hand on his friend's back. Ray continued to cry.
"Raymond, I know you aren't really thinking straight, but I want you to calm down, and lie on your back, so I can examine your injuries."
"No, please, I won't do it again, promise," whimpered Ray, his words slurred and confused, but frightened.
"Shh, its okay Raymond, I'm here now," Egon replied.
"Hurtss, 'gon," he murmured as tears continued to run down his face. Egon gently helped him so Ray's head was lying in Egon's lap. Feeling the side of his neck, Egon felt the low pulse rate, and the harsh thumping of the pulse.
"I'm right here Raymond," whispered Egon, as he gently wiped the spittle from the corner of his friend's mouth. Ray moaned again, Egon was sure the younger man wasn't really seeing him, but something else. He knew illusions and hallucinations were part of PCP addiction and withdrawal.
"Pete....peterrrr...peettttterrrr....'sssss deeeadddd?" Whimpered Ray in a slurred voice.
"No Ray, I believe with all my heart that Peter and Winston are alive," Egon said, not adding the well, knowing in his heart that as long as they weren't there neither man would be fine.
"Sawww 'emm ssshottt," groaned Ray as he shifted slightly and winced, Egon was sure he had cracked ribs. Deciding that when Ray was asleep or out of it, he would check for further injuries, until then he'd just have to keep him still.
"It's okay Ray, I'm sure they're alive and looking for the two of us, okay," Egon whispered. He watched Ray continue to wriggle before he finally was out. ****
The problem was until now, he had always known his friends or friend would be found, would be fine. This time he wasn't so sure. That scared him, he was afraid that if he looked for Austin he would find his friends dead, one or both of them, that thought terrified him. Caused a chill down to the soul, part of him thought maybe they were already dead.
"They're alive Pete," came the voice again, a hand touched his shoulder, causing Peter to turn around and glare at Winston. The black man looking stronger than ever.
"How would you know!" Bit Peter, fear finally getting the better of him. Winston sighed.
"I just know Peter, trust me."
"I can't do that Winston, you know that better than anyone, I can't know until I see them, touch them, hold them," Peter bit.
"Peter, looking inside yourself, do you feel empty?"
"What?"
"Let me ask you a question, Peter. You, Egon and Ray you guys have been friends for how many years, nearly fourteen or so, well, you guys are like brothers, you have a bond, just like brothers, and any friends, you have a bond formed that most people don't have. Does it feel like they're gone?" Winston asked looking into Peter's broken emerald eyes.
"I'm not sure I understand," Peter whispered.
"Well I mean, don't you think you'd feel something if they were dead? Right now you're just assuming, because you can't touch them, hold them and see them. You're assuming that they're dead because Austin is a brutal man, but we don't know that. Look into your soul, Pete, deep inside and tell me does it feel like they died? Do you feel empty inside? Like you've lost something deep inside that you shared with both your two best friends, your brothers? Is there a hollowness there that you've never felt before?" Peter opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, realizing he wanted an honest answer, so Peter sat for a second, letting the rain fall on the building sheltering them. He closed his eyes and trying to imagine how he really felt deep inside right now.
"No," was the only word he said, a tear falling from his eyes to his cheek. Winston smiled gently and clasped Peter's shoulder, he knew it wasn't over, that he and Peter would have a few more conversations like this, none as calm, but he was ready. In his heart Winston did believe his friends were alive, and wouldn't stop looking until they were found.
"I believe in my heart that they will survive, just like I believe that we will find them. Now I think you need to believe too," He whispered.
"I'm afraid Winston, I don't handle fear well," whispered Peter.
"I know m'man, neither do I, but trust me, Egon is one strong man, and so is Ray. We don't give that kid enough credit for some of the shit he's been through, he's no wimp. He can handle what is thrown at him."
"I'm sorry if I woke you up," muttered Peter.
"You didn't," Winston stated plainly and then headed back to his own bed, as he lay there, quiet, listening to the rain fall he heard Peter's soft prayer.
"Please God, if you're really there, let them be alive and okay please," Peter muttered, another tear trailing down his cheek, the same prayer echoing in Winston's mind. ****
"Please hurry Peter, please, please hurry," Egon whimpered as he bowed his head towards Ray's unconscious figure, and slowly felt himself breaking down into horrible soul shaking body wracking sobs. Everything taking it's toll on him. He was only vaguely aware of a pair of weaker arms sliding around his middle and holding on tightly.
"They're comin'...'gon," came Ray's very shaky and weak voice. Egon wrapped his arms tighter around Ray as well, and together the two cried out whatever it was they had left. ****
Peter stared over the shoulder at the computer screen as several fingers flew across the keyboard. He had been here all day, and was tiring quickly.
"There are ten clusters of apartments, and five house that have been vacant for ten years. That's in the decent neighborhood's, do you want the bad ones too?" inquired the woman cop as she looked up at him.
"No, this Austin guy wants us to think of places no on would look. If I know him, he'll be hiding out in a good decent neighborhood, where people's children ride bikes everyday without the fear of a man like him. It'll be the best damn house in the neighborhood too. This man is no idiot, believe me, he's a psychopathic genius," stated Peter. ****
The laughing was all round him, as he pushed the plunger in, the giant heads swarming around in a circle, all of them laughing at him, yelling at him, the heads of the only people he had ever loved.
"Look at the druggie!" Howled Winston's head, laughing.
"Nothing but a useless piece of crap," laughed Peter loudly.
"We called him a genius," cackled Egon. Ray squeezed his eyes closed wildly, trying to close his mind off to the images, he didn't want to remember them anymore, no god please no. All he heard next was a loud crack, a pain shoot through the side of his head, then nothingness. ****
Austin pulled the trigger right as Frump pulled his, sending Austin to the floor with a bullet in his right shoulder, as Austin's bullet hit Ray's temple, at an angle. Peter paled at the sight, and ignored the crumpled body of Austin, screaming out Winston's name and Egon's he dropped to the floor near the crumpled form of his best friend. Ray lay on the carpet, bleeding from what looked to be a slight flesh wound above Ray's left temple. ****
"What the hell happened!?" Demanded Winston as he raced in and dropped beside Peter.
"Ray's, been shot," Peter whimpered.
"Does he have a pulse," Peter reached his hand towards Ray's neck, the dread Winston spotted in his friend's eyes, said it all. Ray had no pulse, his chest wasn't moving.
