Jazz's nose wrinkled in disgust as she trudged along the hallway her father had so courteously destroyed. She shook her head, admiring the deep char marks imbedded in the wooded walls. Mom's going to kill him, she thought, reaching out to touch the darkened area of the wall….
"What the-!?" She suddenly shrieked, falling forward, the pressure from her hand causing the scorched wood to cave in, "T-the wall just-" Quickly, she forced herself into a lunge position, Jazz sprang back, narrowly missing an encore collapse of timber from the wall.
"Wow. That was close." She breathed, marveling at her own reflexes. She had to admit, even though she wasn't particularly in the mood, that she had dodged being crushed by burnt wood with surprising ease. Which only convinced her further that she really could be of some help to her brother, if she knew how to in the right way.
"But how the heck do I do that?" she uttered, feeling frustrated again as she continued her walk down the hallway. For what could she really do? Well, for one thing, Danny certainly didn't want her help-in anything-so unless she received his permission, she could only remain a bystander. However, even if he did choose to accept her assistance, Jazz didn't have the faintest clue how she could help. She certainly didn't want to repeat the same incident as last time, but every weapon her family seemed to posses was either incredibly hard to control, or had some horrible glitch to it that prevented it from working properly.
A noise like a growl emitted from her throat, and her teeth momentarily clenched in aggravation. Danny was her younger brother, so it was her duty to protect him. However, the fact that said brother was half-ghost, made protecting him all the more difficult.
"Argh!" She cried abruptly, throwing her hands in the air, "There's got to be some way I can help!" Yeah right, Jazz, the voice that was her conscience piped up, you've been through this before. He didn't want your help back then and he's certainly not going to want it now. After all, all you did last time was get in the way.
"….Besides" she uttered, breaking from her train of thought, "Nothing mom and dad have invented can compare with Danny's ghost powers." She laughed, "Heh, the only way I'd be any help to Danny would be if I were a ghost, too!" Wait a minute. If she were a ghost? No, absolutely not! Her mind screamed, trying to talk some sense into herself, don't even think about it. Right. Of course. Her being a ghost? The idea was absurd. What was she thinking?
"Great," she voiced again, "just great. Now I'm going crazy, too." She shook her head for the second time as she continued walking. Her life was already more abnormal than any other girl her age, with the exception of possibly Sam-and she was still a few years younger than her. There was no need, as far as she was concerned, to increase the complications in her life, were there?
"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
Jazz jumped, startled and shaken from her zoned state by a harsh screech coming from the room she had just left. Now what? She moaned, instantly recognizing the voice to be her father's. Turning swiftly around, Jazz backtracked down the hall, picking up speed to see what in the world would make her father shriek like that. It was a crazy idea, and she was crazy for even suggesting it to herself, she reflected as she ran, besides, Danny would never approve of it. But still...
Something made her smirk then. A slow, mischevious smirk that crawled across her face, and a strange feeling came over her…..
….Maybe, he wouldn't have to.
