Howdy ya'll! Sorry for my lateness, life's been busier than it's ever been! But I finally got this in. Hope ya forgive me for my tardiness. XD I'll struggle with normal updates - BIG assignment due next Monday, so no-no for that date, but the week after I'm pretty sure life will settle down enough to give me time to edit my story. ^^;
Disclaimer: I own neither Danny Phantom nor Doctor Who. But I do own my spealing mistakes. XP
Part 7: The Contraband
Contraband: Goods or merchandise whose importation, exportation, or possession is forbidden. EX: Walker's idea of contraband is everything that is imported, exported, or otherwise forbidden.
Moving fast, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver, running it first over Rose's vehicle, then his own. "Move!" he ordered.
Rose, still in a seated position, shifted her weight drastically to the left. The machine obediently swung away from the building, barely ten feet from crashing into its front doors. The Doctor was following suit, twisting to the right.
Unfortunately, there was a contingent of randomly placed guards up front, and they jumped into pursuit of the Doctor and Rose. "Why are they following us?!" Rose hollered to the Doctor, glancing over her shoulder.
He was too far away to hear, busy with a growing number of luminous soldiers. Rose glared at her tracer. "And how come I only got one?" she asked, agitated adrenaline pumping through her.
Turning to face what was in front of her, Rose squeaked in surprise. Without warning or provocation her board twisted up to avoid the perilous cluster of rocks, spinning and twirling effortlessly around multiple sizes of jagged outcropping. "Well, that's one way to lose him." She grinned despite herself, clinging tight on the pitching device.
When the thing decided it was time to level out, Rose found herself in completely unfamiliar territory. Random items she recognized—old shoes, television remotes, silverware, keys, an uncountable number of socks, and a surprisingly large collection of boxes littered the floating space with junk.
It was quiet.
"Doctor?" she called, shakily spinning her board for a look around. She couldn't even quite tell which direction she had come in from. "Hello?"
There was a rustle to her left and she turned, frantic eyes tracking over the heaps of familiar items. "Who's there?!"
A glowing body burst out of a box she had glanced over, shouting "Beware!" loudly. After jerking in surprise, Rose examined this new figure cautiously. "Who're you?" she asked, taking note of his expired overalls and unfitting gloves.
"I am the Box Ghost!" it proclaimed, grinning as it...he went into a dramatic pose that looked as if it should instill fear. "Master of all things cardboard and square!"
Rose's eyebrow went up a notch. "I'm Rose," she replied. "You're the Box…Ghost? There's a ghost for boxes?"
He blinked, then went even further into a dramatic pose. "There is not simply a ghost for boxes! There is only me, the Box Ghost!" He said this last bit with even more flourish, as if his mere name should cause her to tremble in terror.
Rose couldn't help but giggle. She had a hard time picturing anyone trembling from him. "Nice to meet you, Box Ghost." She held out her hand, knowing how much it would bug someone wanting to be feared.
The Box Ghost scratched his forehead, perplexed. "How can it be nice to meet me—I am the Box Ghost!" Then, almost as an afterthought, "Fear me!"
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that last bit." Rose joked.
The Box Ghost slumped a little, "Human female, you are not running!"
Rose shrugged, nonchalant, "Sorry, mate. I've seen worse…uh, speaking of which, did you see the way I came in?"
"The Box Ghost saw you come from the general direction of Walker's prison," he announced in third person. He suddenly said in a much lower voice, glancing around nervously, "Did the prison guards follow you?"
"That was a prison?" Rose mumbled. Louder, she said, "I think I lost them...well, him, anyways..."
A siren's shrill cry sounded in the distance. The Box Ghost jumped, letting out his own shrill cry. "The Box Ghost must take his leave now, human!" He raced in the opposite direction, stopping only to shout a final "Beware!" on his way.
Rose didn't bother to glance over her shoulder to see the vehicle closing in on her as she bolted after the Box Ghost. He wasn't hard to catch up to. "Where, where, where?" he mumbled frantically, pulling to a halt.
Rose followed suit and scanned their surroundings. "Is that…?" She squinted. "The Tardis! Come on Box Ghost, it's your lucky day!" Rose grinned wildly as she directed her board to the idly floating time machine and scrambled for a key. After a moment of hesitation, the Box Ghost was following her tumble inside.
Rose hopped off the board and shut the door just as the shrill sirens stopped outside. "Come on," she ordered the ghost—who was taking his time looking around. Rose raced to the screen that displayed what was happening outside the Tardis.
Blank.
"Why isn't it working?" she muttered, hitting a few buttons.
No response.
A knocking came on the Tardis door. "We know you're in there, punks..." a scratchy voice declared. "You'd better come on out, or else you'll be confiscated along with the contraband you're currently inhabiting."
"Contraband?" Rose wondered aloud, sparing a questioning glance to the still gawking Box Ghost.
"No one?" the outside voice persisted. "Alright, then, you're choice." The voice grew more distant, "I want this here box chained up and put in storage—I want a twenty-four hour guard on them until they decide to come out, clear?"
"Yes, Walker." Came the muffled response.
Rose went back to the Tardis and began to hit buttons in a frantic, seemingly random way. "Come on, you, work."
There was the tiniest of bumps that meant the Tardis was being hauled away somewhere. Rose snagged her cell and flipped it open, hoping to get a hold of the Doctor, Mickey—anyone. With a trickling loss of hope, she realized that the so wonderfully proclaimed 'Ghost Zone' blocked her ability to get any sort of signal.
Resigning herself to a seat, Rose exhaled. "All of time and space and everything chooses now to stop working. Wonderful." She had stretched that last word into a sigh, rolling it off her tongue.
The Box Ghost breathed out words of awe. "What was that?" Rose asked, deflating into misery.
"This box is bigger on the inside."
Catapillars. 8D
~Catalyst
p.s. Ya know what's weird?I seem to adopt a southern accent when talking in A/Ns here. Haha. XD I live in Northern Nevada, we anit got any common accents where I am.
