Chapter Seven – Rob Wain

After the library, we went to the Fenton Works to look for Rob Wain. We all got on a computer in the Fenton Op's center, all looking for anything on this mysterious article writer. We were an hour in and the only thing we could find was the many different articles he wrote. The earliest he ever wrote was in 1931 and it was about a giant Octopus who died alone in an illegal enclosure far away from his natural habitat.

There were no biographies about him, even when he stopped writing articles for the many various newspapers last year. His last one was surprisingly about me, and my little accident with the Fenton Ghost Portal. He seemed generally un-surprised about me surviving a one hundred million volts without a scratch and then equally un-surprised when the ghost portal started to work. It even included quotes from Sam and Tucker. That gave me an idea.

"Guys, we've seen this guy before. Remember when I had my accident last year and the guy that asked you those questions? That was him!" I excitedly said

"What? That can't be right, that guy looked like he was barely twenty."

"Only one way to find out." I said as I brought up my parents video security system, typed in the time and camera that it was recorded on. The footage was top of the range high definition and we found what we were looking for immediately. The man was just outside of the ghost recognition field, but we didn't need it to see that it was a ghost, not only that we knew but that already had a grudge against us already. It was the Ghost Writer.

It was obvious it was him, but we still didn't understand his motives. I mean, it seemed to me that he hated anyone who criticised his work, but newspapers are criticised everyday! I mean it just didn't fit with me. I told Sam and Tucker this and we decided to visit The Ghost Writer in prison to find out more.

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We managed to get around Walkers security and found our way outside Ghost Writers cell door. We phased through it in human form and found him sitting at a table writing his heart out. His hands were a blur as the quill he was using was darting across the page of book. Every five seconds he would stop and click his fingers and carefully turn the page before starting to write at a break neck speed. Sam coughed and his head turned to us, while still franticly writing.

"What is it human? I am can you not see that I'm busy with my memoirs so I others may read through them? Or do you want to brag about how your friend here made me gravel at his feet while I sit here writing on this putrid seat?"

"Umm... We wanted to ask you something Ghost Writer. Why did you write all those articles about the way the other ghosts died?" Sam asked quietly, it seemed like the Ghost Writer had gotten a bit more insane since the last time we had met him.

"It was a favour for a friend. You may find him at yonder's beginning, middle and end."

"What do you mean?" Asked Tucker annoyed at him for speaking in riddles. I was too, but the Ghost writer wasn't paying attention, just writing his book with even more speed and concentration. There was a knock at the door and a guard shouted

"Everything alright in there, riddle? We'll be taking that book of you soon if you don't shut it."

The Ghost Writer physically flinched at the thought of his book being taken away from him. I kinda felt sorry for him being in here, as it was my fault. I thought for a second and made up my mind. I whispered my idea to the others and they agreed.

We silently phased out of the room and outside, marking the cell with a cross, and got the Spectre Speeder. My dad had gone over drive with upgrading this thing and with a little help from Danny Phantom; he managed to get it to turn invisible in the Ghost Zone. We turned on the invisibility and phased through the wall to the Ghost Writers cell.

In quick succession, we phased though, grabbed the ghost and pulled him through, put him in the back of the RV, book and all, and started to drive his lair. We drove quickly, knowing that soon the guards would find his cell gone and start a search, starting with his lair. We got there and gave him instructions to move his lair, so the guards wouldn't find him. He muttered his thanks and started to type on his key board. The last I saw of him that day was a smile and then nothing.

Everything, including himself and the keyboard, disappeared with a loud pop. I looked at the map and saw that he had moved to the Far Frozen. I smiled a little and we got back to the RV. We saw the flashing of green and white on the horizon showing that the Walker was out looking for the escaped criminal. That was our queue to leave and we did so realising that the mystery friend had helped us understand more about the ghosts we fight than we had even thought possible.

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AN: Well here it is, I left a riddle (Even if it was written badly) and if you think you know it, PM me to find out if you were correct, or just PM me to find out. This is my first finished mutichapter story and I it only took me a year! Woo! It is also my last day of the summer holidays and I would really like some feedback on this story, or just a simple review.

Till next time,

Umbra-Luna!

PS. Woo! I finally completed it!