A/N: Chappie up-date!
Who's Not Letting the Ghouls Out?
Chater Eleven
"I hope this works..." A hand tugs at a purplish sword trapped within an orangey-purple pumkin. "Hnnnnnn!"
The sword comes loose, and with it the place is surrounded in purple-black shadows.
"Aha! I have been once again released!"
"I, Tech-"
Before the ghost can go any further, a hand wraps around his throat. The purple fire-headed ghost now before him, glares at the ghost who released him. "Why have you released me?" he asks, narrowing his eyes.
"I need your help!" the white-haired ghost wheezes.
"For what? And what's in it for me?"
"Help me have a little fun trying to destory my enemy, and you can take revenge on the ghost-boy who trapped within the confines of that pumkin-y prison."
"I like the way you think..."
Danny, Sam, and Tucker joked and laughed as they began to make their way into the bandroom. Around them the lights had been turned on already. The students had already emptied out and the bots and stuff had been turned off. In their hands, Sam, Danny, and Tucker carried dustpans and brooms to clean up in the bandroom after the dance - which was now.
"I can't believe they atcually got that freaked," Danny remarked. He chuckled and laughed quietly as he walked.
"Totally worth the money spent," Sam said, nodding her head. "The Triplets did very well."
"I can't believe you hired them, that's what I can't believe," Tucker commented.
"Jacky loves making money. And this was an easy buck." Sam was very sure of what she was saying. After all, she'd know the Clay Triplets for a very long time. Trinity was the quiet one: loving to read the tarot and impersonate cartoon voices and whatnot. Jacky was the money-maker: determined and as stubborn as a bull when it comes to getting what she wants. Serenity was the easy-going one. She was smart, but had the attitude of a dozen cheerleaders. Not to mention she was the one who spoke with the worst grammar. But she also one of the best voices out of the whole school. Man, that girl could sing! They were known as the Clay Triplets all around school.
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?" Sam asked.
"Sure, but I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces!" Tucker said, his smile lighting up insantly at the thought of Dash, Paulina and Star running around screaming.
"Don't we all," Danny murmured, shaking his head regretfully.
"Ah, well, at least we know we scared them and kept our promise," Sam offered. As they began to turn into the bandroom, however, down from the hall came a few very angry-looking teenagers.
"Hey, losers!" shouted the annoying voice that could only belong to Dash Baxter. He stood between the two girls. Danny turned quickly, expecting to see only Paulina, Star, and Dash. But to his surprise, they were accompanied by a couple of other jocks: Kwan and Luis Sanchez, Paulina's cousin, followed close behind, both dressed as zombies.
"Oh boy..." Sam murmured, turning as well. She gulped silently, then stood out in front of Danny and Tucker. Danny only stared at her. "What's wrong??" she shouted to Dash. "Did you get to scared your brain was actually startled awake after being in hibernation for so long?" She smirked, but inside, she was worried as to what was going to happen.
"I'm getting tired of your stupid jokes!" shouted Paulina.
"Yeah!" Star added. Sam looked at Star.
"Did you like the fake blood, Star?" she asked, eyeing the girl's red-tinted finegrs and arm and the red stains on her blue princess dress.
Before anyone else could say something, Danny stands up enxt to Sam. "Look, it was jsut a little Halloween prank to scare you guys," he says. He doesn't want any trouble. At least not while they were already in trouble. "How does forgive and forget sound?"
Dash grins. "How's about we skip over forgive and go right to forgetting!" Danny didn't know what that meant. What was it supposed to mean, anyway?
Before he could say anything else though, he found that Luis and Kwan ahd slipped around them, grabbing him and Tucker by the shirts.
"What the-!" Sam began.
"Hey! Let go!" Tucker shouts.
"What are you doing?" Sam shouts as Luis begins to open the door to the Janitor's Closet to push Danny and Tucker in.
"Let go!" Danny shouts, trying to kick. Sam was going to run towards them to try to help, but to ehr surprise, she was apprehended by none other than Star and Paulina.
Sam glares at them as they push her into the closet along with her two friends which had been pushed inside gently.
To heck with Gently! The two jocks had practically thrown them in there!
The light was suddenly blocked out as the door closed abruptly and the sound of it bolting shut was ehard. Sam regained contorl and stood up along with Tucker and Danny.
"Let us out!!"
"Get us out of here!"
"Open the door!"
They all shouted simultaneously. The Janitors had been given the day off and Lancer was nowhere near the school then. Outside, above the pounding of their fists on the door, the sounds of laughter could be heard. What a stupid idea.
"Damn you!" Sam shouted, kicking at the door with her boot-clad foot. The laughter seemed to drift far from them as they guessed the jocks and cheerleaders had begun to exit the building. "God!" Sam shouted. She cursed rapidly beneath her breath. "If only I could just...squeeze their throats...makes their eyes pop...and-"
"Sam, come on, calm down," Danny said. "I'll have us out of here in a second flat."
Tucker began to say something then, also to try and clam Sam down, but everyone froze as a cold kind of feeling swept over them. Then a strange sensation claimed their voices.
Danny knew this feeling very well. He'd grown a bit used to it, but it still freaked him out some times. It was like not breathing and holding your breath, but weirder because you didn't need to breathe. As if you were underwater and you could breathe just fine. It was...hard to explain.
Sam suddenly gasped and put a hand on her chest. "Did you guys...feel that?" she asked.
Danny nodded. "Yeah..." he whispered.
"That was kinda weird," Tucker said. "I never felt like that before."
"Me neither," Sam said. She took anotehr deep breath and pointed at the door then. That feeling had drained every ounce of anger in her system. She felt a little better now. "Do you mind?' she asked softly.
"Oh, right," Danny murmured, grabbing hold of Tucker's arm and Sam's hand. "Here goes!"
He charged forth at an easy pace and got ready to turn intangible.
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SCHMACK!
E/ND: Wooahahahaha! I didn't do spell-chaeck: enough said.
--Airamé Phantom
