Danny Masters
Chapter 21
"Are you guys sure about this?" Tucker asked. Sam's idea didn't much appeal to him, but it did seem like the only way.
"Sure we're sure," Jazz replied. She sat in the driver's seat of her dad's newest ghost-hunting invention: The Fenton Super Speeder. It was highly experimental.
"But the Super Speeder is highly experimental!" he exclaimed.
"Pipe down and buckle up," Sam said from the back. "We have to save Danny!" Jazz floored the accelerator and the Speeder shot through the portal. Sam busied herself with their gear. Ever since her shutdown, she'd occupied her mind every chance she got, trying to prevent it from happening again. She couldn't afford to be depressed again. As she readied the suits, she finished putting together the rest of her plan. Jazz and Tucker had said she should've figured it all out beforehand, but she argued that they had no time to waste.
"Where do you think he is?" Tucker asked from the passenger seat. He leaned his head on his palm, his elbow resting on the door.
"Wow," Jazz said. "I never thought of that. It could take us days, even weeks to find him!" She glanced back at Sam. "Are you sure about this?"
Sam stopped the gear check and locked eyes with the girl. The she reached to her right and pulled open a cupboard, revealing about a month's worth of non-soluble foodstuffs. "Whatever it takes," she said grimly.
"Man," Jazz whispered, turning her attention back to the flying. "She's really bent up!"
The suits were done, their bags were packed, and the supplies were checked and rechecked. Now all that remained was to run through the plan and fix the bugs.
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I very much enjoy ruling the Ghost Zone. Or what I've conquered. But I will soon have it all under my control. I have sent out many soldiers to attack and seize in my name, and each day my kingdom grows.
"Sir! Your Highness, Sir!" a hand cried, running into my throne room. "The Prisoner Masters is ranting again, and he demands your presence!"
"Ah yes," I said, tapping my chin. "Vlad's daily rant. How I do look forward to it." After I set up base in the Ghost Zone, I went back to earth and captured Vlad. I ido fear I took too long in doing it; he might have anticipated my actions and made preparations. No matter now; although he continues to get louder and braver in his insults and promises, he is always the comedic highlight of my day. "I'll be down in five." The hand turned to leave after bowing. "Oh, and Richard? You needn't sound so surprised at his actions. He has yet to fail his daily tirade." I dismissed him and returned to my chamber. I shouldn't look sloppy for my prisoners, now should I?
'Why'd you suddenly go all sophisticated?' I asked the now fully in-control Dark Danny. I called to him from my cage, expecting some back talk.
'Because,' he replied haughtily, 'I am king. And kings are sophisticated.' I watched hopelessly as he made our way down to the prison cells. Every day was the same process: listen thoughtfully to Vlad's protests, laugh, then send him to the torture room. I was a jerk.
The entire floor of the palace was special, because neither human items nor humans themselves could pass through the walls or ceilings like they could otherwise. They needed to use a door, just like in their world. This prevented Vlad from seeing the light of day. A genetically-altered shock collar made sure he didn't go ghost; more importantly, it couldn't be used on me, since it's coded to his DNA.
I had had many a plan of escaping my cage and overpowering my darker self. However, none were practical enough – he was just too strong. That was where my theory came in. every so often, on rare occasions, he'd talk out loud to himself. Normally, he keeps his thoughts private, not wishing for me to exploit them. It appears as though he's dismissing some negative thought from his mind, but I believe someone's there. I think they can help me escape, if only I knew how to communicate! Until I learn how, I just sit, watch, and taunt.