Early update this week because I'll be busy at a convention tomorrow /squeal/


"Don't touch me, ectoplasmic scum!" Jasmine Fenton thrashed against the restraints as Phoenix brought her hands down on either side of her ginger head. Her thumbs rested on the human's temples as she chanted a calming spell.

Jazz slowed and went limp, her erratic breathing becoming steady.

"Did you kill her?" Danny came down the stairs carrying a partially eaten sandwich. He glanced worriedly at his sister laying on on the table, her wrist and ankles held down by metal restraints.

Phoenix pointed at his food. "Lunch break?"

He shrugged. "I was hungry."

She rolled her eyes.

Danny motioned up the stairs. "You're free to raid the pantry."

"I think I'll pass."

He shrugged again. "She's okay, right?"

Phoenix leaned back against another table. "Oh, she's fine," she assured, "I just have to run some tests."

Danny cringed, "that sounds unpleasant."

"Would you prefer I call it experiments? That is essentially what it is."

"Maybe not."

"What are your parents doing?"

He groaned, "Same thing they've been doing since we got here."

"Those mirrors aren't shattered yet?"

"That's a low blow," Danny said.

Phoenix pushed off the table. "You should go check on them."

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "But I was just up there—"

"You should go check on them," she repeated sternly.

"Um, okay," he backed up and went upstairs again.

Phoenix broke into a wide grin.

She snapped her wrist and a column of fire erupted in front of her. It sunk low to the ground and morphed into a decent sized cauldron. It solidified and became hard, dark metal.

Smoke billowed from its depths and Phoenix breathed it in with a sigh of contemptment.

"Finally alone," she said happily. She twirled her finger in the air and the contents began to stir and boil.

Jazz moaned in her sleep. "Shh, your cure will be ready shortly," Phoenix practically purred.

She stepped back from the cauldron and the resting human, toward the ghost portal. With the press of a button, it's steel doors opened to reveal a churning green mass.

She grinned even wider as a form began to manifest.

She bowed low. "I'm sorry, my liege," she said, "I screwed up, but the ghost boy can still be taken care of easily. Leave it to me."