A/N: I'm baaaaaack! Um, yeah. Next chappy!
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Charlie Eppes, a well-known, brown, curly-haired, brown eyed, math genius and teacher, believes in ghosts. Or, at least, now he does. When he was younger, he thought ghosts were a figment of his imagination. The numb3rs just didn't add up.
Then, just a few nights ago, he saw a metallic, glowing, floating thing. It kept talking about a "Ghost-Child" and the "Ghost Zone". Charlie had no idea what it was.
Until the math convention. When Martin O'Nearpath began talking about ghosts, Charlie realized that ghosts were real, and he had seen one.
Charlie's best friend, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed physicist named Larry Fleinhardt, didn't believe, however. In fact, they had had a small fight at the convention. Being such close friends, though, they came to an understanding.
Now, Charlie had gone back to working on P vs. NP, and unsolvable math equation. The last time he had gone back to it was after a case he messed up for his older brother, black-haired, brown-eyed, FBI special agent Don Eppes. P vs. NP was a kind of… bad habit Charlie had. Whenever he was in a state of shock or depression, Charlie would work on this equation. Today, however, he was working on it because he had nothing else to do.
Don was at work, and Charlie's dad Alan was out with some friends. Charlie had no classes today because school had been cancelled for some reason. Charlie was actually hoping that Don needed help on a case, just so he had something to do.
Suddenly, Charlie's cell phone rang, and he came out of his world of numbers. Thank you! he thought.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, buddy," Don said, "we've got a really weird case on our hands, and we need your help."
"Why? What's going on?"
"The lot just outside the city is being destroyed."
"By what?"
"Uh, we don't know."
"How can you not know? You've got surveillance cameras on that lot ever since that shootout there last year."
"It's—We can't see anything, even on the surveillance cams. It's being destroyed by something, or someone, invisible."
"I'll be right there."
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Don's office.
"Look," Don said, pointing to a computer screen, "the lot's being torn up by nothing." His younger brother Charlie was watching the screen intently.
"Stop the tape!" Charlie said suddenly. They paused the recording. "Go back some." They did, and a green light was seen shooting from midair.
"Nice call, buddy," Don said, "but what is it?"
"It seems to be glowing," David, one of Don's teammates, said. "Maybe it's some kind of chemical?" Both turned to Charlie.
"Well, I won't be able to help you with that," Charlie answered, tapping the screen on the green light. "I'm a mathematician, not a chemisist. But, I can tell you that that substance appeared out of thin air."
"Let's go check it out," Don said, gathering his team together.
"Take the infrareds, too!" Charlie said. "I'll watch the monitors!"
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At the lot.
"Skulker," Danny said, "do you realize the mess we've made?"
"Yes," answered the villain, "but I really don't care."
"You should care! Someone's gotta clean this up!"
"Well, it won't be me."
Danny flew at Skulker again and attacked him. Both were still invisible. They continued their fight.
"Okay, move in!" a voice said. Soon, FBI agents surrounded the lot, as well as Danny and Skulker. "Charlie, I don't get it!" one of them said. It was Don. "The infrared's picking up two bodies, but they're too cold to be alive, or even human."
"Don, I think they might be ghosts," Charlie answered over Don's dispatch.
Don snorted, "Charlie, ghosts aren't real."
"Yes, they are!" Charlie answered indignantly. "I saw one a little while ago, and Martin O'Nearpath believes in them, too. His whole town has been invaded by ghosts more than once."
"Okaaay, let's say they are. Why is one twice as cold as the other?"
"It's probably been dead longer."
Don sighed in annoyance with his little brother's minor craziness. "How do we make them show themselves?"
"Cover the area with spray paint, or something."
"How about pepper spray?"
"That'd work."
"You all heard him!" Don yelled to the others. "On three. One, two, THREE!" The lot was soon covered by pepper spray.
Danny appeared first, coughing and rubbing his eyes like crazy. He noticed the FBI agents. "What the—?" he flew down to Don and said, "What do you think you're doing? I almost had him!" He held up the Fenton Thermos.
"Had who?" Don asked carefully, thinking this floating kid might be dangerous.
Skulker appeared behind Danny, and he shivered.
"I almost had Skulker! Two more seconds, and I would've caught him!" Danny was trapped in an ectoplasmic rope that Skulker had shot at him. The rope sent some electricity through him, and he screamed.
"Too bad, Ghost-Child," Skulker said. "Now I've got you!"
"Ghost-Child?" Don asked.
"G—Ghost-Child?" Charlie stuttered over the dispatch. He checked the screen again. "Don, that's the ghost I saw before! That metallic one!"
"You've seen it before?" Don asked. Danny held his breath.
"Yeah. He had said something about a Ghost-Child or a halfa or something."
"A halfa?" Don questioned.
"Uh, yeah," Danny answered. "That would be a half-ghost, half-human."
"Is that even possible?"
"Yeah. There are only two."
"Who?"
"Plasmius and… uh, me."
"What!"
"Hehheh, yeah. I'm only half-ghost; Skulker's a full-ghost."
"That explains the temperature change."
A bolt of electricity shocked Danny, and he screamed, reminding them all that Skulker was still there.
"The Ghost-Child is coming with me," Skulker said.
"No, he's coming down to the med-lab for some tests," Don argued.
"Uh, do I get a say in this?" Danny asked.
"NO!" the two screamed. Danny backed down.
"He's coming with me."
"He's coming with us."
Danny sighed. "Why am I only popular when I don't want to be?"
Don shot at Skulker, who accidentally let go of the rope. Danny got himself out and opened the Fenton Thermos.
"Bye, Skulker!" he said as he sucked him inside. He noticed the time. "Aw, man! I gotta get back home!"
"NO, you're coming with us." Don handcuffed Danny.
"I guess I'm coming with you."
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A/N: Yay! Um, more's on the way, and I know this is the wrong story to update today, but I need a name for the girl Danny's gonna date in CoH and also, any ideas on what could go wrong on a date to the movies and dinner? Um, also, I need ideas for Dad's Letter. I've got no idea how they're gonna get Alan back, and I need to think of that so I know what to put in the next chappy, so that's gonna take a while. Anyway, gotta go bye y'all!
