Meg's first ghost fight.
My first attempt at a family guy Fan fic, tell me what you think, but first: Disclaimers and all that crap.
Family guy is owned by: Seth MacFarlene
Idea is owned by: Hyperforcego over on Deviantart, I just got permission to turn it into a story
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Meg could only stare at the wisp of ectoplasm before the whir of machinery made her whip around to find a large ghost covered in different weapons and armor and pieces of technology that she couldn't quite place.
"Well, well, well…" He said in a deep voice, looking her up and down. "What's this? Another half-breed whelp?" His skull-like face twisted into sadistic glee, causing Meg to feel like ants were running up and down her spine.
Gritting her teeth, Meg looked him straight in the eyes, refusing to let herself show the fear she was feeling, and ground out, "Who the hell are you?"
The ghost let out a chuckle, his voice causing even her chest to vibrate, before speaking, "My name is Skulker, the ghost zones' greatest hunter, not that it is of any concern to you, as you won't be much more than a pelt hanging on my wall." He grinned darkly, showing off his teeth, all four of 'em.
"Ew." Meg muttered, her mind still catching the full meaning of his words as she thought of being a pelt on a wall, it not only sounded disgusting but perverted. "Wait," She said, a light bulb going off above her head. " 'Pelt on your wall'? The hell I will!" She felt white-hot fury bubble up inside of her as she said it, along with the power she'd only truly felt in her dreams.
Energy surged through her body, it should have hurt, it felt like the energy was building up in pressure, having no way to escape, but it didn't hurt, it only gave Meg a feeling that she had never have and couldn't for the half-life of her put a name on.
Skulker was unfazed by the energy crackling around her like firecrackers gone awry, if he was fazed at all he did an excellent job of hiding it, and raised his gun to her, being so close to her she could feel the energy pulsing off of the gun, a gun that could kill the dead.
As the energy continued to build up around her his finger pulled down on the trigger and fired a shot at her.
All at once the energy around Meg manifested itself into two things, the first was a shield, forming around her before he'd even finished pulling the trigger and absorbing the shot he fired into it, and large blobs of energy that went to different parts of her body and started spinning around, slowly closing in on her before sparks of ectoplasmic electricity jumping between the blobs and connecting them, it formed a dark green dome around her that closed onto her form before shattering, leaving Meg Apparition standing in front of Skulker.
The full ghost merely scoffed at this, unimpressed by the girl's shield or transformation.
"So you transform differently than the whelp, that doesn't mean you'll be any more powerful than him…" A vindictive smirk cemented itself onto the ghost's face. "Or that you'll be very powerful at all, that shield you just threw up was probably the most powerful thing in your arsenal." He raised his gun once again and fired another shot at her.
Meg reacted instinctively, where she got the instincts she could only speculate, and summoned a mini shield that absorbed the blast before sending a blast of ectoplasm at Skulker, the blast glanced harmlessly off of his armor and back and Meg, who quickly blocked it with her shield.
Skulker only smirked at her rather pitiful offensive before firing several more shots at her, most of which she blocked, the rest ended up burning her wall.
Meg glanced back at the wall and winced as thoughts of what would happen to her if she got hit with the blasts ran through her head at lightspeed before turning back to Skulker and flipping up, keeping the shield in front of her fist as she came down and punched his chest.
Maybe it was all of the attacks the shield had absorbed, maybe it was the rage she felt at the ghost, or maybe it was her desire not to turn out like her wall, but whatever the reason the shield broke through his armor, causing sparks to fly out. Afraid that they could start a fire Meg created a shield all along the floor of her room, despite the drain she felt when she did.
Skulker looked at her, eyes flashing dangerously like a strobe light in the night, before the armor started shutting down, maybe she hit the power core or an essential part of it, whatever it was, the armor shut down.
Taking a deep breath, Meg slowly retracted her shields, watching the armor carefully for any sign of it moving as she did, before lowering herself to the floor, having been floating in order to keep the shield in the ghost's armor.
After a minute of no motion or signs of deception from the armor, Meg carefully hefted it up and walked over to her closet, her legs trembling under the weight of the armor. She opened her closet and dumped the armor in, surprised when it didn't make too big of a noise as it crumpled to the floor.
Glancing around and listening carefully to make sure no one was coming, she quickly closed the door and shut her eyes, willing herself to de-transform.
After a few moments she felt a rush of energy quickly come and leave, washing over her like a wave at the beach, opening her eyes she looked down to see her normal pink shirt.
She walked over to the door of her room, pausing only to glance back at the closet before rushing through the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door, shouting a quick notice of where she would be going to her mother as she passed the kitchen.
Jogging down the yard to Kevin, Meg smiled.
She had gotten out of her first ghost battle unscathed, that had to be a good sign.
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What do you think? Feedback is greatly appreciated on how to make my story better.
Also, my first attempt at writing a fight scene.
Note to reviewers (Wow! More than one!) of last chapter:
Starreader86: Oh, don't worry, Meg will be getting her revenge on Peter later on, I just want her to try and resist the urge to harm anyone but ghosts with her powers, and I hope that the fight scene was okay, it was my first attempt at writing one of those. And I'll try to make the chapters longer.
Jen: I'm glad you love it, I'm also glad you're so eager for more, always nice to know that my writing make people feel that way.
