Darkness at Noon
A Next Ghostbusters Tale
1 Pt.2
The people of New York could not believe what they had seen. Their heroes, the Ghostbusters, were no more.
Andrew could hardly believe it; he had spent his entire childhood hoping to become one of them, and in a matter of seconds, all of his dreams had been obliterated.
Ross had been thrown backwards from the newly formed crater when the first explosion occurred. Landing on the hood of Ecto-1, he saw Andrew and Ronni just staring down that crater.
"BILL, where are you. We gotta get out of here! QUICK!"
"Where's Andy and Ron?"
"Over there, get them!"
Bill grabbed both Ronni and Andrew from their spots and dragged them to the Ecto-1, before chaos ensued amid the throngs of people.
Coming to his senses, Andrew looked at the plate of Ecto-1, and a thought crossed his mind.
"Guys, we have to do something about this."
"Like what?" Ross asked.
"We may not know what this is yet, but we SURE know how to handle it."
Bill grinned. "You don't mean what I think you mean. Do you?"
Andrew smirked himself. "You still know how to hot-wire a cars, Ross?"
Ross looked down at Ecto-1, and then at Andrew and Bill.
"Uh-uh. No way. This car is like…I don't know, but…are you SURE you won't to go through with this?"
The four of them looked at the crater; a low grumble began to emit from it.
Looking back at Andrew, Ross said, "All right, just give me a few minutes."
"I can't believe you guys stole the Ghostbusters car", Ronni said as they were driving down 3rd and East.
"I'll say one thing", Bill said in the backseat. "This car beats the daylights outta Ross' old heap."
"Don't take the name of my car in vain", Ross said beside him.
Behind the wheel, Andrew couldn't believe his luck; he was actually driving the legendary Ecto-1.
"Okay guys, listen up. Now we all took that course back at Columbia University on how to handle proper Ghostbusting equipment. We know how to trap ghosts, use the proton packs without burning ourselves, how to empty the ghost into the ECU…"
"Just what are you getting at, Mr. Taylor?" Ronni asked.
Andrew smirked. "WE are going to help the Ghostbusters."
When he said this, Ross laughed.
"Are you kidding me?" he said between laughs. "We know how to do the stuff you said: Which we also got our licenses for. But how in the world would we stop this…whatever?"
"That is why we are going to the guys firehouse and see what we can do."
Back downtown, the low grumble that Andrew had heard were getting louder. Several police officers had now brandished their weapons, while others were keeping the crowds at bay.
"The crowd is secure, chief", the sergeant commented to Chief Elwood Corey.
"Good. We don't have a clue in hell what this is, but be sure to be ready when this hits." He looked down the hole. "I just hope those Ghostbusters are all right. They would know how to deal with this."
No sooner had he said this, that Chief Corey was sliced below the torso; his blood and guts spilled all over the sergeant, who, it seemed, had wet his pants when it happened.
The crowds whom the police had kept out of the hole were stunned as black claws began picking off some of the MP's that were near the hole. Horrible screams of bloody horror were heard.
"Look!" a child in the crowd screeched as a long figure stepped out of the hole. He was no more than about as tall as the police sergeant, who was nervously shaking his pistol at him. The figure walked up slowly to the sergeant, before snatching the gun from him, and in the process, breaking his wrist completely off his arm.
"EEEAGHHHH!" the sergeant screamed, as the figure raised his hand, and gave a mighty swoop at the sergeant's head. A woman screeched as the half the sergeant's head rolled by her feet.
Janine saw the Ecto-1 roll into the garage. She had been hiding under her desk when the first blasts occurred.
A Next Ghostbusters Tale
1 Pt.2
The people of New York could not believe what they had seen. Their heroes, the Ghostbusters, were no more.
Andrew could hardly believe it; he had spent his entire childhood hoping to become one of them, and in a matter of seconds, all of his dreams had been obliterated.
Ross had been thrown backwards from the newly formed crater when the first explosion occurred. Landing on the hood of Ecto-1, he saw Andrew and Ronni just staring down that crater.
"BILL, where are you. We gotta get out of here! QUICK!"
"Where's Andy and Ron?"
"Over there, get them!"
Bill grabbed both Ronni and Andrew from their spots and dragged them to the Ecto-1, before chaos ensued amid the throngs of people.
Coming to his senses, Andrew looked at the plate of Ecto-1, and a thought crossed his mind.
"Guys, we have to do something about this."
"Like what?" Ross asked.
"We may not know what this is yet, but we SURE know how to handle it."
Bill grinned. "You don't mean what I think you mean. Do you?"
Andrew smirked himself. "You still know how to hot-wire a cars, Ross?"
Ross looked down at Ecto-1, and then at Andrew and Bill.
"Uh-uh. No way. This car is like…I don't know, but…are you SURE you won't to go through with this?"
The four of them looked at the crater; a low grumble began to emit from it.
Looking back at Andrew, Ross said, "All right, just give me a few minutes."
"I can't believe you guys stole the Ghostbusters car", Ronni said as they were driving down 3rd and East.
"I'll say one thing", Bill said in the backseat. "This car beats the daylights outta Ross' old heap."
"Don't take the name of my car in vain", Ross said beside him.
Behind the wheel, Andrew couldn't believe his luck; he was actually driving the legendary Ecto-1.
"Okay guys, listen up. Now we all took that course back at Columbia University on how to handle proper Ghostbusting equipment. We know how to trap ghosts, use the proton packs without burning ourselves, how to empty the ghost into the ECU…"
"Just what are you getting at, Mr. Taylor?" Ronni asked.
Andrew smirked. "WE are going to help the Ghostbusters."
When he said this, Ross laughed.
"Are you kidding me?" he said between laughs. "We know how to do the stuff you said: Which we also got our licenses for. But how in the world would we stop this…whatever?"
"That is why we are going to the guys firehouse and see what we can do."
Back downtown, the low grumble that Andrew had heard were getting louder. Several police officers had now brandished their weapons, while others were keeping the crowds at bay.
"The crowd is secure, chief", the sergeant commented to Chief Elwood Corey.
"Good. We don't have a clue in hell what this is, but be sure to be ready when this hits." He looked down the hole. "I just hope those Ghostbusters are all right. They would know how to deal with this."
No sooner had he said this, that Chief Corey was sliced below the torso; his blood and guts spilled all over the sergeant, who, it seemed, had wet his pants when it happened.
The crowds whom the police had kept out of the hole were stunned as black claws began picking off some of the MP's that were near the hole. Horrible screams of bloody horror were heard.
"Look!" a child in the crowd screeched as a long figure stepped out of the hole. He was no more than about as tall as the police sergeant, who was nervously shaking his pistol at him. The figure walked up slowly to the sergeant, before snatching the gun from him, and in the process, breaking his wrist completely off his arm.
"EEEAGHHHH!" the sergeant screamed, as the figure raised his hand, and gave a mighty swoop at the sergeant's head. A woman screeched as the half the sergeant's head rolled by her feet.
Janine saw the Ecto-1 roll into the garage. She had been hiding under her desk when the first blasts occurred.