New York City…Never been here before. Argh…needless pain. We're lost.
This is what I was thinking as we walked along the sidewalk.
"By now, the lunatics have probably started their business already, and now they're stationed……..crap, I dunno where…"
We kept walking until we came to some people talking excitedly about something.
I pointed at them, and looked at my friends meaningly. They got the gist of it, and they followed me. I was going to ask the nice people where the Ghost Busters headquarters were. Except, they weren't nice people. They threw their cloaks off, and pointed a myriad of guns at us. Sora, darn him…He walked up to one of the rifles and looked down the barrel, and tapped it. I grabbed his arm much like a dad would when pulling one of his kids away from something potentially dangerous. Obviously, he didn't know what a gun was.
"Stay. Away." I whispered urgently.
"Hey, laddie, ya don' know what a gun is?" He sounded drunk…
The man in question pointed the gun above him and pulled the trigger.
Apparently, a flock of birds were above us, because it began to rain birds…
These men were evil…They began to lick their lips, and look at us.
Now Sora knew what a gun was.
I was freaked out. These guys were weird…and I had a feeling they wanted the girls.
"If you want them, you'll have to go through ME!" I said, my voice dripping venom.
"Ohh….little baby man thinks he's tough!" One of the men said mockingly.
I think he called me that because I had a moustache, and a little bit of a goatee.
Don't ya dare make fun of me. I like my moustache!
"Try me." I said. I just got a weird feeling in my body, and I knew I learned a new spell. And I knew what it was…this was going to be funny.
"Fire!" The leader yelled in fury.
"Aero!" I yelled in response.
The air shook with all the guns firing, but I wasn't worried.
A whirlwind surrounded all of us and created a shield of wind. The bullets bounced off and hit the gunmen in their hands. They all dropped their weapons in shock, and ran off yelling about "Invincible demons!" Anybody that looked at them would know that they were drunk, so most likely nobody would listen to them. Mental note: Don't walk up to just ANYBODY and ask for directions. Well, it's not like I have a choice. I walked up to another group of pedestrians, and asked,
"Any idea where the Ghost busters are?" I asked cautiously.
Thank goodness. They weren't evil.
"Oh, those goofs? Go down this road until the road gets to a four-way section. Look for the building with a ghost shaped sign out in front."
"Hey, thanks! Have a good day, ok?"
We continues walking, and then the guy muttered, "Weirdoes, all of them."
By the way, we were still in our outfits. We did look a little eccentric.
Well, at least the Ghostbusters weren't that far away. Or so I thought.
The road was a mile long, and this time I'm NOT joking. Not that it was a pain to walk so long, but this is just crazy. Sora was fascinated with everything in sight. I can't blame him. He grew up on an island out somewhere in the middle of the sea. I'm not saying that's bad or anything, its just that he really hasn't see much.
"Sora." I said. "If you opened your eyes any wider, people would think you're a frog."
He looked at me for a sec, and then gave me his super goofy grin. Then I gave him mine.
We both laughed a little bit, but kept walking.
"So, how old are you, Sora?" I asked, trying to make light conversation.
"Fourteen."
"Hmm."
"What about you?"
"Sixteen."
"Is it just me, or are almost all of you older than me?"
"Steven and Jeddie are younger than you. Steven by about two years, and Jeddie by probably a month or so."
"Is that so?"
"It is."
We just kept walking. There really wasn't anything else to say.
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We made it to the building. It was very old, and it looked about a century old.
We walked into the building, and made our way to the main desk. A thin woman with glasses that were a little large sat behind a rickety desk, with her head literally buried in a book. On the desk were pile of unsorted papers, and a little desk tag with the name
"Janine" On it. I rang the bell sharply, and she instantly came back to earth.
"Can I help you?" She said in a bored voice. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Can't blame her.
"I need the Ghostbusters." I said urgently.
"They're not here. Come back later."
Just then, the lights faded and I heard zapping sounds, and then yelling.
"They're busy. Come back later." She said like a recording machine.
"Don't make me do something drastic. Get me the Ghostbusters." I said. It was not a request. It was an order.
She caught on, thankfully, and she got up, went to a door at the back of the room, and went in. I looked back, and everybody gave me a thumbs up, except Donald, of course.
There was more shouting, and lights fading. Then there was a bunch of cursing, and by the sound of it, Peter Venkman was getting it bad. A guy ran out of the room at top speed, and then Pete came out of the door and yelled, "I WILL keep the money, thank you!"
Then he looked at us from the doorway, and began to walk over. He slicked his hair back and asked, "So, what can I do for you, sport?"
Before I could answer, the phone began to ring, and Janine appeared out of nowhere and answered the phone.
"This is Ghostbusters, can I help you?" She said all monotone.
She talked for a bit, but halfway, she started to smile like a maniac.
She put the phone down, and yelled, "We got one!" and then she pressed a red button.
An alarm began to blare, and about five seconds later, two other men came down a metal pole like the ones you would see in a fire station. Pete grabbed the taller one by the shoulder and spun him around.
"Egon, meet….what's your name?"
I held out my hand hesitantly, and said, "Paul.
"Nice to meet you, Paul. Stay out of the way in case these atomic accelerators explode."
Instead of stepping back one step, I walked back twenty steps.
"Ray, this is Paul. Paul, this is Ray." Pete continued. Somehow, he's really good at being annoying. Ray didn't notice, and he jumped right into the car. Then Pete ran up to Janine and asked, "Where to?"
"The Sedgewick Hotel." She said blandly. Pete ran off to the car, and she called out to him, "Don't destroy the place!"
"Too bad." I said. "The place was condemned the second they called. It's their problem."
She ignored me, and walked back to her desk.
I sighed really loudly, and then I said, "Don't let them get away!"
We all ran like the wind to the parking area inside the building. They were already leaving, but for some reason, I had enhanced running speed. I chased them, and ran out in front of the car before they could clear the building. I cast aero at the last second, so, instead of being mauled by the junky car, I just bounced off. It worked. They got out of the car to look at me. I got up really fast and scared the daylights out of them.
Pete was already mad.
"Look, no matter how funny you thought that was, that was not funny!" He yelled.
"And zapping nerds and claiming you're putting negative reinforcement on their ESP ability isn't funny either!" I snapped back. Secretly, I thought it was sorta funny, but didn't I tell you these people were a little strange?
"Whether you like it or not, you're taking us with you." I continued.
"No, I don't like it, and I'm not taking you! Final!"
"Watch this, then." I said. I pointed my hand at a nearby trashcan, and said, "FIRE!"
A fireball shot out of the palm of my hand, and incinerated the trashcan.
"Don't make me do that to the tires." I said coolly.
He gulped, and then straightened his collar. "Fine, you may all come, then. GET in the car!"
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We were on the way to the Sedgewick Hotel. It was a rich people place, if you know what I mean. Everybody was inside the car. BUT, I didn't say EVERYBODY was comfy. Everybody but me had a nice seat inside the big car. Course there was room, but I was denied it. No, I'm not strapped to the car's roof! I'm in the trunk! Since I threatened Pete, he had every right in the world to cram me in the trunk. I always wanted to ride in the trunk of a car, but not anymore… I was going to be sore for weeks. There were all kinds of gadgets and things crammed in here. Most of them were Egon's toys. The car stopped and went a few times, so by the time we got to the hotel, I was buried alive under stuff. Donald could hear me yelling, so he took great joy in this ride. When we got to the hotel, Pete purposely left me in the back, while everybody else was too excited about going to the hotel to remember me. You know something? I hate the dark. YEEEARGH!!! I think I feel a spider on my hand!! I HATE SPIDERS!!
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Donald could hear me screaming about more Bloody Murder, and the spiders, so he couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. Sora looked around in shock, and then he remembered. I was still in the stupid car! He ran over to the trunk, and bashed the lock with his keyblade. The faulty lock's inside was jogged, and the lock sprang open and the door bashed Sora in the jaw. I came out as fast as I could, and shook the spider off my hand. Then when the spider hit the ground, I blasted it with a fireball. I missed, and it fell down one of the drains by the side of the road. I looked at Sora, who was massaging his sore jaw.
"Cure." I said.
Sora took his hand off his jaw, and smiled sheepishly.
"Just for your safety, let me remind you that all trunks spring open like that.'
"I'll keep that in mind!" He laughed.
"Oh, and before I forget Sora, Welcome to the City!"
We gave each other a high five, and walked into the hotel.
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Well, that's another chapter down! I hope this is fun for you so far, so keep reading, me hearties! ARRR!!!
