now im getting back on a posting schedule...all i need is to get back on my writing schedule. its not coming along as well as i hoped. im trying to update and new plots are coming along in my head quite nicely. no new personal updates. its been a slow week...the other local public schools are on spring break, but we dont get ours until the week after easter. oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own these shows. I own the original story line. yay!
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Alfred: You're welcome...dude.
Chapter 9
Virgil turned around nervously for the third time since they left Tucker's. He constantly felt something nipping at his heels, but each time he was met with the air. He tried to shake off the odd feeling, playing it off as a cramp, but he knew if anyone was paying attention it would look weird and out of the ordinary.
If he would have completely turned around Virgil would have seen Tucker and Sam, perfectly happy ignoring Cujo, bounding with exuberance in anticipation of the concert. Danny on the other hand was laughing with his hand cupped over his mouth to muffle the sounds. He personally found it funny each time the ghost dog got close enough to Virgil's feet to bite him; he backed off in fear of losing his invisibility.
The dog sniffed the air and perked up. Turning visible once again, Cujo took off down the street. A beeping noise came from Backpack. Richie and Virgil turned around to see a green dog chasing after them. It yelped excitedly as it gained speed. Tucker, Danny, and Sam stopped dead in their tracks, watching for where the noise's source was planning to execute next.
Richie took notice of Backpack's sound and sprang into action. A clear container morphed out of his pocket. "Virg, it's a ghost," he wound his arm up. "Let's get it!"
The cube flew through the air, landing perfectly on top of the ghost puppy. It stopped in surprise of its path now being obstructed. One quick sniff alerted the dog this was not a ghost device. With another yelp he phased through the container and continued down the sidewalk.
Virgil, wanting to help his best friend, leaped after the dog. He judged his distance with great accuracy and was on top of the dog's back. Unexpectedly, his arms went straight through the dog and hit the concrete with a thump!
The dog ran straight down the street and disappeared from sight. Virgil took a sigh and carefully stood up. His arms were sore and most likely had bruises slowly appearing up and down them. Turning around, he saw Richie reach for his clear box.
The blonde one studied his box; it seemed to still work properly, but failed at capturing their target. Maybe my configurations were off, he thought to himself, but shook his head in reply. He was the smartest teenager in Dakota; he didn't sort his configurations wrong.
The three Amity Park teens still froze where they were before the miniscule chase scene. Slowly, they began to chuckle as if they were in on a little secret that Virgil and Richie missed while they were chasing a dog.
"Hey," Virgil said ashamed. He didn't want the others to think of him and Richie as so pathetic they couldn't even catch a ghost dog. "What's the deal?"
"You're never going to catch a ghost that way!" Tucker held his sides now. It was obvious all three teens found this very amusing. "Next time, make sure your little box can hold ecto-samples and not just air."
"I just don't get it," Richie was completely puzzled. He twisted the cube in his hands, looking for a spot that may have been left open. "It held the ecto-substance just fine."
Sam's mood instantly changed from one of a cheerful girl, to an outgoing, free standing citizen.
"Did you ever take into consideration that your "ecto-substance" was a free-thinking individual, capable of manipulating even your technology?" She now stood directly under him. Even being a full four inches shorter than Richie, the Goth girl was still intimidating.
Virgil stepped up behind his friend, trying to defend them both without getting beat up in the process. "He he, calm down," Virgil's hands moved downwards like an elevator. He took a deep breath hoping it would calm her down as well. Opening an eye he saw Sam standing proud and unmoving just as before.
It was worth a shot, he thought.
"I'm sure he didn't mean anything of it, right Rich?" Virgil was quickly assessing the situation and finding it rather difficult to degrade the violence possibly arising.
"No, not at all," Richie gave her a half-smile. It read both "I think I'm sorry" and "Please don't kill me."
"Whatever," she brushed them off. "Let's go," she ordered the two boys. Grabbing Danny and Tucker's wrist, they trudged down the sidewalk. Richie and Virgil stayed where they were.
Danny looked at Tucker as if speaking to him telepathically. Tucker, in turn, stared back at Richie and Virgil, silently urging them to continue to the concert. They followed in silence the rest of the way to the concert.
Fans were screaming from a block away. Virgil could literally feel the amps being plugged in. There is some major kilowatt action going on around here, he observed. Sam's comment still stung, but the Dakota boys were slowly forgetting it. After all, a snippy comment from a girl they barely know can only bother a boy so much when there's a concert nearby.
Danny, Sam, and Tucker sat down in three seats. Richie and Virgil snagged two seats right behind them. Sam still gave off a bad vibe, so the boys thought it best to not sit next to her. They were hoping she would cool off in the process of the concert.
Lights appeared on center stage. The curtains were pulled, revealing a wooden platform about three feet above ground level. In the center of all that stage was a giant egg. This white chicken embryo stood a good seven feet tall. The band's equipment was scattered across the stage.
A hinge squeaked on a part of the egg not facing the audience. The hinge opened, letting steam spew out of the egg first. A leg popped out of the open hinge. Then a half of a body. Separate limbs came out of the egg until the entire band members were randomly thrown across the stage.
Fear was etched into their eyes as they scrambled (1) to get off the stage. The audience members stopped screaming and watched in confusion. Where the egg separated came forth two crab-like metallic claws, prying open the egg. A screech of metal sounded through the audience and soon the egg was completely open.
Metal claws flung in the air, waving madly to create distraction and fear. Amid the panic-stricken audience members, five stayed completely calm in their seats, waiting patiently for the stands to clear out.
Virgil turned to Richie who stared intently at the egg with claws. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. As he looked down to where Danny, Sam, and Tucker were sitting he noticed they were now gone. Their seats completely empty after being occupied only seconds before.
"Rich, did you see where they went?" Virgil asked.
This seemed to break the trance Richie had on the stage. "What?" he asked absent-mindly. "No, I didn't, but I believe we have some hero business to attend to."
Virgil smiled while pulling out his Static gear. "Twice in one day, huh? It's like we never left home." He pulled the mask over his face. Tourists or not, he still needed to conceal his secret identity.
"Yeah, some vacation." Richie straightened his boots and tugged on them once more. "Ready, V?"
The now Static nodded in reply. With a quick snap of his fingers, the hover board was opened and he flew through the air.
Static and Gear had to dodge the claws and they made their way closer to the actual egg. A close call cost Static the hem of his parka.
With his powers, Static took a hold of one of the claws and ripped it off its hinges. He placed in on the now-emptied seats and watched it momentarily twitch and die down.
To his left, Gear managed to wrap two claws together. They flailed helplessly before Gear also ripped them off. With a grunt he threw them in the seats next to Static's destroyed claw. Three seats flew in the air from impact.
A few more claws waved in the air, but Static and Gear knew they could handle them and wrap this up pretty quickly.
Gear turned to see Tucker and Sam staring up at the battle scene. Gear signaled Static to fly back to ground level. As they touched down Static asked the Amity Park teens, "What're doing here? You need to get out."
Before they had time to reply, the ground shook violently underneath the teens. The remaining claws limped to the sides of the egg, as if waiting for someone.
"What was-" but Gear was cut short. Out of the egg sprang a giant green man with a white mullet. His nerdy shrill rang through the auditorium stands.
Tucker and Sam both looked up in despair. "Oh no…" they spoke in unison.
"What? Who's that?" he said to Sam and Tucker.
Apparently this ghostly man had great hearing. He bowed and towered over the four teens. "Who am I, you ask?" He straightened his back in a menacing posture. The fact that he stood many feet over the teens could have helped in intimidation as well. "I am Technus!" by this point he was screaming. "I am Master of all technology! Ruler of everything electrical!"
His screams ran through Amity Park. A deafening silence followed his montage. A few building debris could be heard falling in downtown.
Back in the auditorium the four teens were huddled together. Gear broke the silence, "Oh crap."
there you have it! chapter 9 is up and running. read and review please!
