I don't not own Ghostbusters.
All rights for this movie and any references belong to Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis.
I own Kitty and Angie.

The feeling in the air had changed as dark clouds collected over Central Park West, hovering above the top of the apartment building. The air seemed charged, like the feeling during a thunder storm. The air was charged, by either the quickly materializing storm or the massive group of police outside, waiting patiently for the Ghostbusters to arrive and save the day. Different news stations had shown up from all over the state, even a couple news reporters from CNN showed up, staring intently at the camera as they filled in there viewers on the latest developments. Across from the news trucks were a group of doomsday-ers, all branching signs that read "THE END IS NOW" and "REPENT!"

Hanging over the wooden police barricades, a small group of punks leaned over trying to get the best seat in the house for when the end of the world finally showed up. They all talked amongst themselves, their dark makeup and bright colored hair almost a requirement for their antiestablishment ideology. Behind the loud-mouth punks were a small group of Hassidic Jews from the local temple, all wailing in earnest at the events before them as the Police held back the ever growing crowd.

Angie looked on in horror, never in a million years expecting this many people outside her apartment waiting for the end of the world. Janine stuck to Angie as they made their way through the crowd, earning front row seats as they pushed through the mod-like crowd. Janine was nervous, as seen by the red nail marks Janine made in Angie's wrist, her press-on nails digging into her skin. Angie didn't seem to even notice, ignoring the pain of the nervous redheaded woman beside her as she heard off in the distance the distinct wail of the Ecto-One.

The Police motorcade rode up to the front of Central Park West, following closing behind was the converted, white Cadillac hearse, with its blue police lights flashing in warning to get the hell out of the way. The crowd cheered loudly, muffling the whine of the Ecto-One as it pulled up to the apartment building, parking itself in the fire lane in front of the building. The gloomy demeanor of the crowd changed as the Ghostbusters exited the car, Peter taking the reins as he addressed his adoring public.

"Hello New York!" Peter exclaimed, opening his arms wide as if to give the entire crowd a hug. The crowd cheered even louder as Peter walked to the police separator, greeting the citizens of New York with a firm handshake and kissing the hands of the most beautiful women this side of the Hudson. "Well, hi, everyone!" Peter shouted to the crowd earning even more cheers.

Ray walked around the front of the Ecto-One before Peter grabbed his arm, raising it high above his their heads. "Dr. Ray Stantz! Would you please? The heart of the Ghostbusters!" Peter egged the crowd on. Ray waved nervously at the crowd as they cheered even louder, gaining a few extra hoops and hollers from Angie. Peter was living it up as he dropped Ray's hand and patted him on the shoulder. "They love you. They love you here." Ray just shook his head in amazement as he watched Peter mingle with the crowd; going back to shaking hands and kissing babies. "I like that shirt, pal." Peter commented on a fans homemade shirt, the black sharpie outline of the ghost emerging from the restricted sign prominent on the white t-shirt.

Egon and Winston made their way to the back of the Ecto-One, opening the back before pulling the modified stretcher out, wielding four back-mounted proton packs. "Gotta run – got a date with a ghost!" Peter waved to the public as he turned to the guys, helping as they slipped into their individual proton packs. "Alright, whatever happens, let's be professional." Peter said as Ray helped him into the proton pack.

The crowd continued to cheer, from the doomsday prophets to the punks, even the Hassidic Jew cheered, holding onto the brim of their hats as they jumped for joy. Some of the people in crowd started shouting cheers at the boys, others started a poorly timed chant of "Ghostbusters", never really syncing up with the others in the crowd. The boys had suited up; each branching their own proton pack as they walked passed the crowd.

Peter hammed it up, going back to his routine of toying with the crowd. Egon and Winston just put their heads down, solemnly as they walked to the entrance to the apartment building. Ray faked a smile, nodding to some of the people in the crowd as they cheered them on, rooting for the only hope for this city. Angie joined in on the cheering, shouting out different words of encouragement if only they could hear her. The crowd was so loud, Angie could barely hear herself.

This would be the last image she'd have of Ray, walking into the unknown with nothing more than a juiced up power outlet on his back. She couldn't let him go like this.

The boys all stopped in the middle of the road, looking up at the top of the massive apartment building. The dark clouds gathered at the top, even sending out lighting strikes as almost a warning. An unearthly gust of wind blew through the street, taking everyone off guard.
"We might have to put a little over time on this one!" Ray shouted over the supernaturally charged gust of wind. Angie and Janine cowered down; huddling together before the ground itself started to shake.

The ground started to split apart, concrete separating from asphalt as parts of the building started to collapse, falling off the building. The people ducked, cowering to the ground as the concrete sconces fell from the building, hitting a police car, crushing the empty cab. The water main broke, spewing water all over the dwelling crowd as the concrete shifted, creating peaks and valleys in the middle of the street.

The Ghostbusters didn't stand a chance. All four of them fell in to the massive sinkhole, screaming as they fell. Janine and Angie's eyes both widened as the last glimpse they had was a blurry glance of a grey jumpsuit. "No!" Janine shouted, her shriek muffled by the sound of everyone else's screaming, dodging the murderous architecture as it fell from at least twenty stories.

As quickly as it started, it froze. The concrete gargoyles no longer falling from the building, the large cracks in the middle of the street no longer growing; but an eerie silence spread over the crowd as the boys in grey were nowhere to be seen. Slowly, the crowd returned to its feet, even Angie and Janine stood up on their own, Janine needing more emotional support more than anything. Angie stood holding Janine, dumbfounded as she realized what had happened. The Ghostbusters were gone, and not only would she never seen Ray, or Egon, Winston or Peter, there was no one else who could stop this thing. New York would have to live with the ghosts tormenting the city as long as they lived, before turning to the other side.

Everyone was silent, waiting for someone to say what they were all thinking as they starred at the sink hole in the middle of Central Park West. A thick smoke bellowed from the sinkhole, making most of everyone's view hazy. Though, through the thick smoke, a single hand reaching out of the pit before grabbing onto the jagged concrete.

"There they are!" A lady in the crowd shouted, causing a chain reaction of the crowd cheering uncontrollably as Ray emerged from the wreckage. His eyes widened to unnatural dimensions, he looked in a daze as he climbed out of the hole with a mighty "Humph!". The others followed, stumbling out of the hole as the crowd screamed in glee at their heroes. They all surfaced from the smoke, standing atop the mouth of asphalt and tax payer money as Peter addressed his crowd. "We're all right, it's all right." He said, calming the crowds all ready frail nerves; though something in the back of Angie's mind told her it wasn't just for the crowd. "We can handle it, we can take it."

"They want to play rough, huh?" Peter teased the crowd, pumping them up once more after being knocked to the ground, literally. The crowd was ecstatic, from the Hassidic Jews, to the street punks, to the catholic priest that had accumulated in the crowd, they all cheered loudly and enthusiastically at Peter's taunts.

"Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!" The crowd chanted in time with each other, Janine and Angie joining, holding each other for emotional support neither one thought they'd need.

The boys nodded to each other, almost smirking as they turned to face the apartment building, more commonly known as the Ivo Shandor building, thanks to Ray and Egon's research. They all took a moment to prep themselves, mental getting ready for the no doubt blood bath before them. Peter nodded to himself, determined to get this over an done with as he strolled into the Ivo Shandor building, the other three Ghostbusters following closely as the crowd cheered for their new heroes.

Peter's eyes rolled to back of his head; resting his forehead on the unfortunate Ghostbuster in front of him, he was certain he was dead from exhaustion. The building was a thousand degrees, Peter figured, putting his college educated brain on task. The jumpsuits made of a material from the seventh gate of hell, not being able to breathe and holding all of the extra heat inside, slowly cooking them alive. To add to Peter's list on complaints, the proton pack had gotten heavier. Peter silently blamed Egon for making it heavier, more than likely adding an upgrade to the hardware between level one and ten. Groaning and panting, Peter shouted to the leader of the pack.

"Where are we?" He panted, resting his sweaty head on the jumpsuit in front of him, surely leaving a sweat stain on their suit. Ray, leading the way up the staircase from hell, panted, keeping himself from falling over by the sure grace of god having a rail beside of him.

Swallowing, he exclaimed, "Oh, it looks like we're in the teens somewhere."
"Well, when we get to twenty, tell me. I'm gonna throw up." Peter said, nodding to himself as the four of them continued moving up the staircase from hell step by agonizing step.

The gasps for fresh air echoed up the stairwell, bouncing off the concrete walls as the four of them climbed each story with a certain groan on their lips. Their legs wanted to give out, begging, pleading to the men themselves to just simply rest. They ignored the tightening muscles in their legs and continued on, clomping up the staircase.

With an exasperated gasp, Ray leaned against the wall, resting the back of his sweaty head on the cool painted concrete. "Twenty-two." He called out, reading the numbers crudely painted in the stairwell. "Is this it?"

"Yeah." Peter groaned from down the stairs, earning a well deserved sigh of relief from Ray as his entered the tattered hallway. The hallway looked like a warzone, wall paper peeling from the walls, door blasted off their hinges and lying on the camel carpet. The neighbors' trash littered the corners in the hallway, one corner collecting enough pages from the 'New York Times' to make a papier-mâché hat. The rest of the Ghostbusters poured into the hallway, all calming a wall to rest on, even for the moment. A mix of gulping and panting exited their mouths, all silently making promises to get into shape after this as they looked around the trashed hallway. "Art-Deco. Very nice." Egon said, looking over the trash in the hallway to admire the decoration of the aging apartment building.

Ray lifted his head from wall, looking at the gold painted plaques beside each apartment door, noting the escalating and decreasing numbers as they lined the hall. "Where is it?" Ray asked, swallowing heavily. This wasn't even the hard part; he scolded himself as his lungs burned from his panting. Peter pointed with his head, "It's at the end of the hall."

The four of them reluctantly sauntered down to the end of the hall, taking this time to catch their breath before the next part of the bust: actually catching the damned thing. Peter strolled to the front, pausing hesitantly at the door to Dana Barrett's apartment. He raised his clinched fist to rap on the white-washed wood before the door fell of the hinges, falling to the ground with a fantastic crash; a small cloud of dusk filled the air as the boys took a good look at the view before them.

Where Dana Barrett's apartment used to be, it was no more. The outside structure of the building had been disintegrated, annihilated, blown off the face of the earth as it gave an unobstructed view of the Hudson bay. Her once fashionable furniture had been turned over in a fuss, thrown around like they were nothing. Something was different, Peter pondered, rubbing the five o'clock shadow growing on his cheek; he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Ray looked around the apartment, looking passed the mess and gaping hole in the building for any sign of the Gatekeeper or the Keymaster, having followed a strong hunch that Louis/Vinz would be around here somewhere. Something had changed, as he was drawn to a busted part in the wall. His brows creased, looking passed the savagely ripped sheetrock to a set of concrete stairs climbing to an unheard of final level. Even after pouring over the blue prints for hours on hours, days upon days – he didn't remember another level. The only thing above this level was the roof!

"Hey, where do these stairs go?" Ray shouted, gaining Peter's immediate attention. Rushing to Ray's side, Peter took a long hard look at the staircase, drawing only one conclusion: "They go up." Peter said with a nod to confirm his theory.

Taking the annotative and the lead, Peter marched towards the busted sheetrock and exposed staircase. His confidence was shattered to pieces after a single bolt of lightning struck, shaking the scientist out of his comfort zone. He stutter stepped, pushing Winston and Egon in front of him. "Okay, go ahead. Come on, go ahead." He coursed, waving them through to most certain doom. Egon and Winston shook their heads, Winston looking to the others for any sort of comfort in having Peter as a boss, but finding none as they continued to the staircase, Peter holding up the back.

Just as he'd thought! There was no extra level, the staircase leading to the roof top of Ivo Shandor's building. The psychopathic architect made sure to every every bit of hoodoo in for extra effect in his re-construction of the Temple of Gozer. Ray's eyes traced over the large stone alter in the center of the temple, used for human sacrifice during Ivo's days or Gozer worshipping. The Alter lay at the base of two massive double doors carved out of stone. The doors themselves where covered in a Sumerian or possibly even Sebouillian, the hieroglyphs but a blur at this distance – If only he could get a little closer, he might be able to read what they mean.

Dana Barrett stood atop a concrete platform, her eyes zone out into a thousand-yard stare as she took a deep breath, her chest rising from the sharp intake of air. Louis stood opposite her, standing on opposite sides of the staircase, his gel-ed hair still a mess as now even his glasses were off kilter, tilted ever so comical. Raising their arms over their head in unison, the supernatural power of Gozer presented its services at a burst of lightning struck from the heavens, hitting both Dana and Louis. Somehow, the two humans had enough power to redirect the lightning blast, turning all of the power to the door atop the marble stair case.

Slowly, the golden doors opened antagonizing-ly enough, giving the four of them time to marvel in awe. A bright light exited the doors, resembling a lighthouse in the middle of the supernatural fog; the light peering into the dark clouds hovering above of Manhattan and most of its occupants.

"Dana!" Peter shouted, as soon Dana started to shake uncontrollably. Having no control over her own body, the poor woman fell to her hands and knees, an unearthly growl exiting her lungs as she being to take on more canine features in place of her own. She now wielded a long tail, her eyes turning from a pleasant shade of brown to a demonic tone of crimson, and her pointed teeth peeked out from behind her jowls as thick, mucus like drool exited her snout and collected on the platform below.

"Okay. So. She's a dog." Peter muttered to himself, watching the transformation unfold before him. It was hard to tell of Peter was in shock, or just out of it, at he showed no emotion towards his girlfriend's apparent transformation into a demonic canine.

The four of them run out in front of the staircase, each wielding their proton wands in case either Vinz or Zuul want to try and take a chunk out of a Ghostbuster. Looking passed the massive stone doors; they were taken back at the paranormal scene behind it.

From behind the door laid a massive stone staircase – Great! More stairs. –, they seemed to climb on for miles before reaching a set of monumental golden doors with even more writing on it. From behind that, a single pyramid hovered, being held up by no exterior means then simply by magic. The four of them stood in shock, frozen in terror as the only movement they made in there ever changing environment was to squint from the blistering bright light.

From behind the fabulous golden doors of Gozer, a small figure emerged from the smoke. It slithered along like a snake, strutting almost as it reached out to its favorite terror dog, petting the top of its head adoringly. The terror dog seemed to purr under its master loving touch as the small woman looked at the four men in grey. Her red eyes peered down at them from atop her marble stair case of doom, a sly smirk creeping across her sickly pale face. Ray couldn't believe his eyes, surely he was mistaken, his eyes playing tricks on him in the light.
"It's a girl." Winston exclaimed in awe, his eyebrows furrowing.
"It's Gozer." Egon explained as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.
Ray shook his head, both agreeing and disagreeing with all of them.
"It's Kitty."

I am seriously cranking these things out.
It's a good thing too, cause I think my space bar is dying.
But... Yeah
So, Kitty's back!

I hopeyou enjoyed it!
~Pure.