A/N: I'm Baack! With a new project that came to me, these things take time to fester people!
The Bad
Sam walked into the dark room, the curtains were drawn. She saw him transfixed at the monitor, he didn't look at her but she could see that he was doing something that consumed him entirely. All of this led to the simple fact that he was probably on Facebook.
"Tucker!" She yelled, this made him flinch, "Get offa there! I"m talking to you!"
"Sheesh woman," He growled in a semi-predatorial fashion, "I'm busy!"
She pulled a chair beside him, "Doing what that would deter you from my presence"
"Pure Awesomeness" Simply he opened a window that he had minimized, Sam was instantly blinded by the sheer amount of color brightly illuminated to the degree that she could barely stand to look at it, the flashing, wiggling, beeping, adds. She strained not to look away, Tucker paused to delete a pop up and turned to face her, the computer screen so bright she could only see half his face.
"Um... You like bright colors I see?" Tucker's composition darkened
"You need to read this" he said gravely. She reluctantly looked back and tried to block out the presence of adds. In the center of all the chaos it read "HOW 2 B A SUPA HERO" captioned on a picture of a cat smiling with a cape on.
"Dammit Tucker!" She slammed her fist down, "I hate LOL Cats!"
He rolled his eyes, "You need to read the whole thing!" She slammed her fist down on the table again in irritation and focused intently on the screen.
"And stop hitting my desk!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Shut up." She slurred "I'm reading!" she squints her eyes "What is this crap? Can't these people spell ANYTHING!" she exclaimed angrily, she growled and squinted harder.
"Be calm, it will all make sense later" Tucker spoke in his guru voice
"I thought I told you to stop talking like that" She muttered, eye brows pressed together in concentration translating acronyms.
Tucker stood and turned around to face the window ominously, He turned and spoke after 5 minutes of silence "So, what do you think?"
Sam sits in silence for a moment in front of the bright monitor, her silhouette spun around in the spinney chair to face him. He could tell her face was glaring at him some how, "Well I could barley read it, I'm pretty sure I've been rendered color blind, I now hate cats, my head hurts, I still have that cold you gave me last week, and I really really need to retreat into a dark corner to gather my gothness." She casually listed, then fell silent, her hand twitched involuntarily.
He tinged in sympathy, "Whoa, you didn't need to let all of that loose"
"Neon colors burn. Can I go home now?" She spoke in a monotone, her eyes blankly twist into the corner.
"No, I've discussed it with my friend here," He motions to the empty spot directly to his right, Sam refocuses her eyes long enough to give him a perplexed look, "And we've decided that you are worthy," He says in a slower more dramatic tone, he waits and gages her response.
She stares at him blankly.
He motions for her to say something "Come on!" he coaxes "Do you wanna or not"
She slumps in her chair. Tucker gasps and runs to her side,
"Sam! Saam!" He says loudly in her ear, he slaps her in the face lightly. She doesn't respond. He moves backwards "Is she?" he trails off.
Danny appears behind her, another silhouette against the blaring monitor, Tucker could see his eyes were bright red with no other details in his Phantom form apparent.
"Dude!" screeched Tucker loudly, reaching several supposedly impossible octaves "Not COOL!"
Danny only laughs coldly, "We need to talk about who you bring to my lair" he says with a cool amused tone.
"Your lair?" Tucker flares "My room! Not your lair! And you didn't need to kill her" He hissed
"Ok ok," He says with his hands raised in front of his face "So who was this chick anyways?" His eyes turn green, he reaches behind him to turn off the monitor "This site is killing me! I hate adds" He frowns as his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, Tucker's face twists into an unseen grin,
"That's what she said."
They both are silent.
"Terrible timing dude," Danny says, he turns on the light switch behind him. They both can observe the room properly now, Sam sits slumped in her chair with blood dripping down into a pool under the chair. A large hole is present in the back of her head.
Tucker gasps. And starts to hyperventilate a little, "Sh-sh-she's dead..."
Danny calmly surveys the damage and bends down to look underneath the dripping head wound, "Your carpet is toast." He remarks dryly, He sighs and he stands up and places his hand on Tucker's back, "Sorry man."
The boy is still breathing heavily staring intently at the murder. He doesn't respond.
"Tucker!" Both boys jump at Tucker's mom calling from downstairs, "What are you doing up there? Would you and your friend like some snacks?"
"We're good!" Tucker calls down in a tone a little too high, "We need to hide this body." He says aside to Danny in a hushed tone, his heart pumping adrenaline as his eyes dart from his half dead friend to the fully dead girl. Tucker shakes the shock off and turns to Danny
"Did you get any practice with your ghost powers today?" He asks in a serious tone,
"Yes," Danny responds innocently,
"Not killing things?"
Danny falls silent and looks down with a small smile playing on his face,
Tucker sighs, "Flying?" He asks gently,
Danny looks up and nods his head,
"Intangibility I hope, no blood anywhere you hear!"
"Will do!" Danny chirps lightly as he turns the body intangible with a touch and then slings it over his shoulder and goes straight up through the ceiling.
Tucker lets out the huge breath of air he was holding in and collapses on top of his bed. He then jumps up and rushes to the computer, pushing the bloody chair aside into the closet, having decided to post that as his Facebook status, "You. Kill. Me." He mutters breathlesssly as he types it into the machine.
"That can be arranged." Danny says from above. Tucker jumps, it's just Danny with his head poking in upside down from the ceiling, his eyes bloody red again.
"Stop doing that!" Tucker barks irritably he quickly presses submit and twirls around in the chair. Danny laughs emptily and changes into human form as he lands on the bed. Then Tucker's mom walks in, Tucker freezes. She holds up a plate of chocolate chip cookies cheerfully.
"I baked some just for you boys, take one" She says in a melodic tone
Danny grabs one and expresses his appreciation in a light tone, Tucker takes one a little more haltingly and stutters a "Thank you"
Ms Foley winks "See you boys" she says gently and leaves
Tucker looks at his friend, perplexed, Danny shrugs.
"I've been getting some practice, I only over shadowed them and told them that it was me who came up here, and not that girl." He says calmly
"Sam," Tucker corrects
"Ok," Danny says quickly, "Come on, we've got some graveyard plundering to be doing" He says in a chipper tone,
"You didn't really just say that dude." Tucker said dryly,
"Yes I did, and I also got you a rug to cover up the blood stain."
Tucker steals a glance next to him where Sam was murdered, sure enough: Rug. "Ughh... this is going to be a long night." Tucker moans, "One murder is bad enough, but sooner or later BOOM, mountains of bodies!"
Danny slaps him fraternally on the back "Cheer up! It's only the afternoon, you and Sandy barely got home from school! The evening hasn't even begun yet"
"Sam," He corrects again,
"Ok, I was close wasn't I?"
"Yeah." Tucker omits "But dude, why are so cheerful!"
"Chocolate releases endorphins which makes people naturally happier" He smiles another eerily cheerful smile and rocks back and forth from sitting position, then snaps back into action.
Tucker blinks.
Danny stands up and offers a hand to Tucker,
"I wonder about you sometimes." he says
"Only sometimes?" Danny's tone darkens and his eyes turn red, synchronized, "I wonder about me all the time, I'm the subject of my own cruel fascination of what the world has in store for me."
Tucker blinks again "No more chocolate. Ever. Did you get my mom to spike those cookies?"
Danny smiles. "No..." he says in the most innocent tone he could muster, Tucker swallows visibly and puts the cookie on to the desk. Danny chuckles and takes Tucker through the wall before the boy could protest.
A/N: ONE MORE TIME! Woot! Story three! Second Author's note, I'm just taking the time to thank the people who may or may not be reading and reviewing in advance so that just in case they do read and review I can thank them in the next chapter! Rock on!
And my excuse for abandoning FF for however long period of time (weeks? months? I have no sense of time) I have not touched this site is that my social life was resurrected and part my Sims 2 game was resurrected, and I have band till 5 three days a week. What can I say, free time is in excess during those beautiful summer months. Heh heh heh... Shoot me.
Special thanks to PsychoticNari who's dedication may have just kicked me into putting in some time. Thanks a lot Nari!
~FoG