The Watcher in the Darkness: My Little Badger
Sorry I took awhile, guys. I needed a small break.
All was not well in the Masters Manor.
A pair of glossy, raven shoes were repeatably pacing the bleached hardwood floors as Albert stared at Vlad morosely. He had had a feeling that he would need to come on duty on
his day off....
Master Masters continued to pace, looking utterly mad. Hair no longer in a neat, signature ponytail, but down his shoulders in a streaming line of grey, his indigo eyes were ablaze
with cold fire.
Of all the people, it could've been someone, ANYONE-other then Kanone Hilbert.....
Muttering a nasty oath under his breath, he impatiently knocked aside a porcelain tea cup t the ground, sullenly watching the blue and white china smash into the ground before
angrily striding away from the room, not meeting Albert's eyes.
In the hall, passing from under the crystal chandelier, Vlad let out a howl and smashed his fist against a ming vase.
CRASH.
Fist now bleeding somewhat, Vlad knocked his trembling hand into the wall, swallowing as he sank to the floor, head in his hands.
His little Badger......
Who knew what they were doing to the child now?
Vlad's eyes flashed from blue to a fiery red.
Kanone was going to pay for this one. Vlad would assure himself of that.
Even if this ended in Hilbert's death.
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The billionaire phased into concrete after allowing his body to reform into Plasmius. Still growling, fangs dug anxiously into his lip-which resulted in more bleeding-Vlad hurriedly
grasped the cold handle of the fie cabinet, and hurriedly swung the cabinet open after jamming three keys impatiently to the side locks.
Finally.
After sliding an alphabetized cabinet marked J-P, he immediately began sliding through the once neatly organized piles, occasionally throwing one to the floor with a snarl, hands
still rummaging through the papers with reckless abandon.
Kanone's file.....Kanone's file......Kanone's file.....
YES!
Hilbert, Kanone!
Vlad seized the portfolio with almost feverish intensity, eyes boring down upon as he ripped it open.
His eyes once again narrowed ad a pair of yellow eyes met his own, and a pleasant smile met his angry scowl.
Kanone Hilbert's photo-at age sixteen-met him, Kanone laughing charmingly in the somewhat faded picture, as he held up a smiling, kitty sock puppet.
The sick little.....
But he had no time for that. He had to reread these facts.....
Kanone Asazuki Hilbert, age nineteen.
Blood type: O.
Born: December ninth, 1990.
Unit: GIW-ridiculous organization restructured as a ghost hunter's analysis.
BIOS: WATCH. Skulker (see file S, page forty-six) is currently under his temporary employ as well. Somewhat of an enigma. Likes....cat toys, cat puppets, cat plushies, pictures of
cats, wearing pink shoes with cat buttons, Hello Kitty, and....obviously enough, felines in general. Enjoys the cat as he personal trademark avatar.
Note to self: Send the ghost mutt into his home next Christmas.
Ah.....he remembered making that note. Vlad read on.
Kanone, as of right now, is an unknown factor. Watch factorr still on, as mutual terms have been established between both parties. Kanone, in his recreational time, seems to
enjoy eating.....cheesecakes, and weaponry combat. Have managed to slip a device into Hilberts abode. Does very well for himself for an assassinator. It is rumored there is no job
he will not undertake, despite how filthy his hands get in the process. Money does not seem to be a prime factor, seeing as he enjoys first degree murder with: Bare hands,
poison, poisonous darts, rifles, knives, grenade launchers, lever action rifles, combat shotguns, semi-automatic shotguns, muskets, musketoons, carbines, seems to specialize in
snipers, machine guns, chain guns, BB guns, arquebus, Squad automatic rifles.....
Vlad scowled, choosing to skip that paragraph.
Hilbert also has a fascination with ghosts. In other terms, the interrogation, elimination, and plasmic disposal of ghosts.
In particular, Hilbert has a liking for the particularly "difficult" or "Unusual breeds" of ghosts.
In this scenario, the molecular and DNA structure of the possibility of.....
Plasmius's hands were shaking quite madly.
Hybrid ghosts.
IMA: Vlad Masters....(Hilbert seems, at this moment, currently unaware of current ids)
And.....
Daniel Phantom.
Daniel was in grave danger.
Kanone never let up once a challenge was presented to him, no matter the cost of human-or ghost-life.
And now, after ten years, he had his prize jewel.
Vlad's heart was beating frantically against his ribs as he frantically stared about the lab, breathing becoming very difficult.
He had to hurry.....had to hurry....
....or else his little one was going out of this ballpark.
But Vlad by no means could topple all the security measures.
And Plasmius reluctantly glanced at the nearby phone.
It pained him to admit even had to look at that blundering idiot with the technological savvy of an amoeba.....
....but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Anything that might keep Danny alive....
If he were still kicking, that is....
At the thought, Vlad snatched up the phone and began to rapidly dial a number he knew now by heart.
"Jack?" asked Vlad softly, when a questing voice entered on the other line.
"I.......need your help.
But first.......you may want to know something."
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How utterly asinine.
If only he had gotten the ghost boy in perfect health....it would've been so much more enjoyable to slowly slice him to pieces, hear the boy's high pitched scream of agony, followed
by frantic tears, begging him to stop the electrocutions....
And Kanone would've happily watched. He could've even opened up the cask of Jus de raisins comme forme la plus pure he had saved for a special occasion....
But NOOOOO, Danny had to play the spoilsport and had to be deathly ill. And now Kanone had to drag the stupid little thing to his own home!
He was going to have to call for a carpet shampooer in the morning after all those rusty stains....
Better yet, he might as well just get a new carpet.
Feh.
What fun was there in just WATCHING the ghost freak writhe, knowing it wasn't Kanone causing him this distress?
Well....it wasn't so bad. At least he could watch him on the floor, still chained, still shaking as mental assualts continued to alert his nervous system.
Fine.
He had popcorn.
Vlad was running out of time....
Might as well start a fire.
And....Kanone pulled a small injector from his pocket, before he harshly snatched up the ghost boy's arm.
Might as well make him wake up a little faster.
It would take a few hours, but...
....with the revival of his memories, it would be very, very interesting.
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Vlad paused.
"Vladdie?"
That fool's reaction would be amusing indeed.....once he told him the truth.
It would be a long explanation....but they still had a very, very limited amount of time....
Maddie's reaction, however.....Vladimir shuddered.
Those violet eyes would be glaring at him with fiery hatred. Most likely forever.
But this one was for his little Badger.