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Chapter 2- New Life:
Gear:
I wasn't happy. I mean, I guessed I should be happy since Danny was alive- well, as alive as he could get anyway. Yet, I wasn't happy. I was still sad about Jazz's death. I was still very angry at myself for not getting him out in time and I was angry at him for not calling me first.
I still couldn't believe it- he was in New York City of all places. It was the same city that the Avengers, Fantastic Four (I thought), and the X-Men were in. I guessed that meant that Danny really didn't have to be a hero again. That kind of me a bit sadder…. At least I hacked SHIELD and Tony Stark so I could understand whom Danny might meet.
Danny was a great hero. He made Jazz proud and maybe I just thought that he was disrespecting her a bit for giving up on being a hero. Yet, Danny needed me. He needed a friend so I wasn't going to go all nuts on him. I wasn't going to scold him. I would support him in whatever he choose… It was what Jazz would want.
Jazz would want Danny to be happy and he currently wasn't so I would help. She would want me to be there for him so I would. Though it wasn't just about Jazz since Danny really was my friend. Granted, I wasn't as close to him as Sam and Tuck were and Jazz was actually my best friend. He was still a friend so I would do it- I would help him out.
Still, I wondered if I was smart enough, if I was fast enough… That I might've been able to save Jazz. I might have been able to save Danny. I bit my lip. It was my fault, I supposed, that I wasn't able to hack into their systems. I could hack into places like SHIELD, Stark Industries, and more… But I couldn't hack into a ghost hunting family's tech that was torturing a friend and keeping my best friend hostage.
I spun around in my wheelie chair- the one that had those wheels on it so I could spin it around- to get to work. Boy, did I have a lot of work to do. At least I lived alone- my parents were long gone and I feigned fake papers that said that I was under the care of my uncle, who didn't even exist. Plus I could fake signatures pretty good.
"~Ding~Dong~"
I turned on the screen that showed my security cam. Outside my regular-looking house (well it looked normal on the outside) were a pizza delivery guy and the UPS guy. Ohhh I get pizza and the things I need- I am a happy little hacker right about now.
I was a hacker- I was a great hacker. I wasn't boasting about it, it was just a fact. I had an IQ over 200, could build practically anything, invented a lot of stuff, and my specialty was hacking. That was how I made so much money- I did work as a private investigator, of sorts, that helped out those who were wrongly done. Usually, it was kind of legal and it usually involved into getting information from the government- any government.
In fact, guys that were high up, and people that knew about me and my services, knew me as Quam Tu- a secretive hacker that never showed 'his' face and got paid a lot of money for hacking into the governments. It wasn't exactly something I was proud of since I did hack into governments for other people, but eh- I made sure that the wrong info never got into the wrong hands. I was a hacker, I wasn't evil.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My long purple hair that reached a bit past the middle of my back was slightly wavy and my pale eyes were staring right back at me. I didn't have a single sense of modesty so I didn't bother putting on a pair of shorts. I went down to get my pizza and my packages in only my underwear and a black tank top. Carpe Diem, I guess. At the UPS guy came often enough that when I opened the door, he wasn't shocked in the least.
"I would tell you to put pants on, but I know you won't."
"You tell me every time, so of course you know I don't bother."
I signed for the package and he headed on his way. I turned to the Pizza delivery guy- who was some pimple-faced freshman that I didn't recognize. Though, he knew me apparently.
"Gy-Gywn!? You haven't been at school recently…"
He picked at his collar uncomfortably.
"You know why I haven't been there," I pointed out, "If you know me, you know that Jazz was my best friend… Anyway, here's your cash."
I grabbed the pizza and the package and then shut the door in the poor guy's face. Jazz was my best friend- I missed her a lot. I just… I didn't have the time to mourn, there was always something else that needed to be done- getting Danny free, helping Danny, working on my project. Were those just excuses? Probably. She didn't deserve to die and those damn so-called parents of hers didn't have any right to lock her inside her room- a place where she couldn't help Danny and a place that she had a hard time getting a hold of me. Her parents had a tough security system- the bars on the window, the shield, and the electric wires…
I looked down at the package and smirked. Oh Double-D (Danny Dude) you're gonna love this…
Danny:
I don't know how she does it, I thought bewildered.
The small house was very nice. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a basement, an attic, kitchen, and basic stuff. I wasn't sure how she managed to do everything so it was ready by today. I looked at the small note that was waiting on the couch.
Dude,
I have connections, don't question it, just roll with it. The package will be there soon- I sent in yesterday night. I'll be here in a week, probably a bit later. Check out the new place- I'm sure you'll like it. I can set up a lab in the basement when I visit, if you want… And I have something I want to talk to you about- after all this ghost stuff in Amity is taken care of, I'll kind of need a break. So I might be crashin' it over there with you, if that's okay.
Sincerely,
Gear
P.S. If you ever do something as stupid as not call me again when you get free, I swear I'll end you myself… Or at least prank you for the rest of your afterlife, dude.
I smiled amused and looked around the house. Every thing had hard wood floors, dark gray walls, and it was pretty awesome. There was a simple blue couch, TV, and normal stuff in the living room. I found my bedroom easily enough- it had a black door, black hard wood floors, and gray walls with a black stripe at the top. There was a large round bed that had light ecto-green silky sheets, NASA and Humpy Dumpty posters, a book shelf, and basic stuff.
Out of curiosity, I checked out the extra bedroom that Gear would probably crash in. On the dark purple door was another note,
Dude,
In case you didn't notice this would probably be the room I'll be staying in- if that's okay anyway.
Sincerely,
Gear
P.S. Touch Silky and I will end you. I left her here so she gets comfortable with a new home.
I shook my head and ignored the threat. I opened the door. There was light hard wood floors, light blue walls, a large round bed that had dark purple sheets, a book shelf, a desk that had a bunch of tech on it and a lot of computers. On the wall above the desk was about three different computer screens and then there was a screen on the desk, there were about three keyboards and mouse as well. The girly bed took me by surprise when I spotted a stuffed animal on it. It was a teddy bear sized stuffed seal. Around its neck was a collar that read Silky.
It reminded me a bit of Jazz's stuffed bear. I bit my lip. I really missed Jazz, so much that it hurt. I was sure that Gear missed her too… I supposed it wouldn't be too bad having Gear over- we were both mourning, after all…
Still, I really miss my older sister, even if she did get a bit annoying sometimes.
I went back to my bedroom to open the package that she left in there. There were several vanilla envelopes and something that was wrapped in paper that seemed to be clothes. One envelope had a note from Gear, stating to use the credit cards wisely and to just get me some clothes. One envelope had student files in it- my student files, I was sure of it. It said Ryan Branson on them.
Dude,
Yes, you have to go to school. Sorry, but you have to get an education. If you don't go, I'll end you. Now, for the cover story- I'm your older sister, Gywn Branson, but I'm not home a lot because of the apprenticeship I have with a scholar. Our guardian is Charlotte Branson, our aunt, and it's her number on the files. No, there is no real aunt. The number is one of my many ones and I'll disguise my voice. Anyway, good luck!
Sincerely,
Gear
P.S. I hope you like the new clothes. The HAZMAT just doesn't cut it anymore.
I raised an eyebrow, not happy that I had to go to school, but I didn't want to upset Gear. She was scary when she was angry. I looked at the last part of the package- it was clothes. It was a black leather jacket, a black scoop-neckline shirt, white jeans, and white fingerless gloves… It was a new outfit for my ghost form… And I loved it.
Third Person:
"I still can't believe that someone moved in there," Aunt May said, "It's been empty for years."
"It's not too bad," Peter said as he munched on cereal, "Right?"
"I don't know," Ava whispered, "Guys, wouldn't having someone so close next door kind of put our secret at risk since we're all staying here."
"There's houses all around us," Sam pointed out, "None of them noticed anything, I doubt this one will."
"Have you seen the new neighbors yet," Peter asked.
"Oh, I did meet one of them," Aunt May smiled, "When she was first moving in. She was about seventeen actually, though I thought she was twenty when I was first saw her."
Aunt May laughed,
"She wasn't mad, apparently she got that a lot… She said her name was Gywn, but she had this silly little nickname. She won't be staying there long, apparently she's always away on trips, but she did say that her little brother would be staying there… Let's see… what was his name….Ryan, I think."
Peter raised an eyebrow. Ryan? There's no way it's the same Ryan I ran into yesterday. That guy was kind of odd.
"Oh there he is now," Aunt May pointed out the window, "Why don't you all go and say hi!"
Knowing that they couldn't get out of it, they all tread out of the house.
"Ryan," Ava asked, "You don't think it's the same Ryan you told us about, Peter?"
"Might be," Peter shrugged, "But I doubt it…"
Peter did tell his team about his encounter with Ryan. He didn't have a reason to- except for the fact that he was worried that Ryan was a runaway. Ryan had baggy eyes, bruises, and looked hurt. He was just concerned.
"At least we know he's not a runaway," Sam commented.
"Yeah, I guess," Peter mused, "But he still doesn't seem exactly happy… Happier, maybe."
At that moment, they reached the house and Ryan- still in the same clothes that Peter had met him in. He turned around at them, an eyebrow raised.
"It is him," Peter whispered.
Ryan looked at them curiously,
"Uh… Hello? Peter, right?"
"Right," Peter smiled, "Looks like we're neighbors now. I live right across from you. This is Sam, Ava, Luke, and Danny."
Ryan, to their confusion, chuckled slightly, Danny and Danny. Good thing I said my name was Ryan otherwise everything would get pretty confusing pretty fast…I'm just gonna ignore the fact that his name is Sam…
"Nice to meet you all," Ryan said politely, "I'm Ryan."
He shook their hands with a smile.
"So Ryan, are you going to go to the high school nearby?"
"Yeah," Ryan nodded, "I'm gonna start on Monday."
"Cool," Peter cheered, "We'll see you there! Feel free to join us at lunch."
"Will do," Ryan said though he continued to look them over.
Huh, kind of an off bunch, aren't they?