Hey everyone, it's me again. I'm revising many of my stories with Grammarly (About time, right?) since I bought the premium version for my upcoming college classes. Depending on my mood, I'll continue on a lot of my other stories to Edit and Finish them. With this new revision, I'm cleaning out a lot of the OC content with only small parts here and there to add to the story.
I'm no longer taking requests from anyone.
Enjoy the Revised No Place to Go!
You ever lay in your bed at night staring up at the ceiling? Trying to fall asleep, but your mind refuses to follow suit, reminding you of your life; for some people, it's a long story of pain, and for others, it's of success.
Maybe you regret what you did to your loved ones or are proud that you did a good deed. It's almost as if your mind is trying to tell you something.
It is gnawing at you from its depths. Then it hits you.
Ember closes her door to her realm with a slight smirk on her face. It's the first time in weeks since she's been out since she was sent back to the Ghost Zone after her last run-in with the Halfa with Youngblood. Time has been rough for Ember lately as she kept thinking about the run-ins with the halfa in detail, trying to come up with a plan to put him out of action so she can finally get the attention she deserves from all the youth on Earth. Unlike most of the population in the Ghost Zone, who wished to either defeat, humiliate, eat, or mount the halfa's head on a wall in their trophy room, Ember only wanted to get him out of the way. Not finish the job and make him a full-blooded ghost.
No. That wasn't in her nature. Regardless of what anyone would think about her, she was only interested and bringing music, and herself, to the world stage.
With her guitar on her back, she set off to the east side of the Ghost Zone to meet with her friend Kitty and her boyfriend Johnny 13. Nothing special this weekend, other than a friendly get-together on Earth for a night on the town. No fighting, no trouble, no worldwide revolution. She just needed to get out and enjoy herself for once.
"Yeah! Ohhh!" Her phone rang her own song Remember.
"What's up?"
"Ember, get over to the East bend ASAP!" Kitty screams from the other end.
"Woah girlfriend, what's the-"
"NOOOOOWWWWW!" She screams, hanging up the phone. Ember races across the Zone at breakneck speed like a comet through space. She and Kitty have been friends for some time now. When she starts screaming into the phone like that, either Johnny storms off or he's in trouble.
"Please be something other than that stupid bike of his again," Ember says to herself as she sores to the East Bend of the Ghost Zone, where one of the artificial portals that bridge the Ghost Zone to Earth. She arrives a bit later to find Kitty clutching Johnny 13 in her arms with tears in her eyes. Johnny was hurt bad, but not fatal.
"Holy..." Ember says, grabbing her mouth in disbelief as she tries to help Johnny to his feet. "What happened to you!? Did that dipstick Phantom do that? You look like you got your ass handed to you bad!"
"No!" Johnny snorted as he got back on his feet. "Some prick jacked my bike!"
Ember chuckles rudely and begins to think of a harsh reply to Johnny and his obsession with his bike. Kitty must have overreacted again; she has always been just as irrational as her more than once. Her latest episode with taking away all the men from Amity park proved that, but how could she judge her?
The roar of a motorcycle engine, the deep growl of a Harley Davidson, fills the air around them, drawing closer toward them.
"That's my bike!" Johnny shouts as he tries to get into the air but falls flat on his face. "SHADOW!" Johnny's shadow appears, but Ember stops the inky black demon.
"I got this," Ember says as she takes her guitar off her back and lays it down like a hoverboard. She races off as Kitty tries to warn her about the guy who took Johnny's bike. But Ember didn't care. Whoever this was, it had to be some ghost zone scumbag who doesn't know the pecking order in this side of the Zone. No one messes with her friends.
A robin's egg blue glare shined out of the mirror on the motorbike. He looks back to see a goth teenager with fiery blue hair riding a guitar in a blaze of the blue like a jet fighter on full afterburner.
"Joyrides over, pal!" Ember shouts as she closes on the coated bike thief. "If you stop here, I won't hit you as hard!"
"Piss off bitch!" He yells back, throwing the bike side to side to knock her off her board.
"Going to have to try harder, loser!" Ember yells, shooting pink energy beams from her hands.
"It's a dogfight you want bitch!?" The man yells. "Let's go!"
The bike accelerates dramatically, the torque throwing the bike back into a wheely with a green fire burning a streak into the darkness of the Ghost Zone. He leads them into a field of floating junk from hundreds of years of collection. She fires her beams wildly, destroying debris and rock, attempting to knock him off the bike. The man laughs and expertly weaves pasted the ectoplasm cover hulls of ships and airplanes. The bike levels on the hull of a large vessel, cutting a deep green scar into it as Ember fires her energy beams in an attempt to hit him.
"My mechanic shoots better than you!" He taunts her as he keeps course straight toward the ship's stern as the wing of a passenger jet slowly hovers toward the stern, making a ramp for him. The bike screams like a banshee as he pulls the accelerator back hard, shooting fire out of the exhaust and turning the bike into a green fireball as he hits the jump sending the bike into the air out of the junk field. Ember almost loses control as she tries to dodge the bits and pieces of junk around her as she tries to catch him.
"Screw this!" She shouts, throwing her guitar in her hands and changing the setting to sound wave. With one hard thrust on the cords, she sends a massive wave to clear the junk out of her way. The debris hurtles toward the man on the bike and throws him off, sending him crashing down back into the junk field.
He turns on his stomach like a parachutist instantly, closing his arms and legs together to speed up his fall. Ember gets back on her guitar and flies to intercept him for the kill. But before she could close, he drew a large pistol and fired at a nearby airplane, a Dauntless Fighter Bomber from the second world war. The plane explodes into a fireball causing her to divert her course and miss him by a mile. Out of the flash of the explosion as loud ripping sounds caught her attention to a swarm of red tracers heading her way. She turns her guitar to block the tracers and near gets hit before taking cover behind an ocean liner.
The man throws the Stinger Machine gun into the obsess and opens his arms and legs to slow his fall onto a nearby Cessna. Landing on his hands and knees, he takes a quick breath and searches for the bike in the sea of steel and fire.
"There!" He shouts, launching himself to his feet. Charging forward, he leaps onto junk piles toward the reminds of an aircraft carrier where the bike sat on its side.
"Bastard!" Ember shouts, firing her beams at him. "You destroyed my guitar! You'll pay for this!"
The man was quick, dodging every blast his way until he reached the flat top of the carrier and sprinted to the bike. 'Who is this guy? He's good.' She asks herself as she drives toward the ship.
"Shows over dipstick!" She shouts as she charges a beam.
"Not this time!" He shouts, combat rolling to the ground by the bike, drawing his pistol and firing six shots into Ember's body. She recoils and slams into the flight deck of the carrier. He and the motorcycle were thrown into the remains of a Zero fighter. Shortly after crashing into the ancient aircraft, he recovers, dusting himself off and trying to get his head straight. He saw the ghost girl lying in the fetal position across the deck, covered in a faint blue flame. He takes a quick check of himself and then to his pistol—one in the chamber, his last round.
"It's all I need..." He says with a deep sigh as he walks toward the girl. "She's not even human. Not anymore."
When he closes on her, he aims for her head, but she slowly gets the strength to get to her feet to her surprise. Her hands glow with pink energy readying for her final stand against him.
"You're pretty good." He says, impressed. "But not good enough, kid."
"Come and get it, old man." She says with determination as she fixes her stance.
The shot throws her back and into the oblivion of the ghost zone...
Amity Park~
Danny, Sam, and Tucker were leaving Nasty Burger after humiliating Dash and his jerk friends. It was Saturday, and the trio needed this day off after a long week of school work and ghost hunting. Surprisingly the day hadn't gone to hell in a handbasket with ghost activity at all. The sun was out, the breeze was excellent, and with his friends, it seemed like the perfect day to finally be a teenager for once.
"Danny, you got to see this!" Tucker said, putting his PDA in Danny's face. On the screen was a promo for Leviathan's Wake, A massive rock and heavy metal tour with some of the world's most influential bands. The next stop was Amity Park!
"Woah!" Sam interjects, taking a look at the screen with excitement. "Look at this lineup! Third Eye Blind, Pop Evil, Behemoth-"
"They even have techo!" Tucker interrupted as he took back the PDA.
Danny couldn't help but smirk slightly as his best friends fought over the PDA to check out the lineup for the concert. He was lucky to have these two in his life, even more so since the accident turning him into a half-human half-ghost, Halfa. Ha. He would laugh to himself when he would hear that title given to him by the ghosts of Casper High during his last adventure. Better than most of the nicknames given to him by his enemies and friends. But something in the back of his mind seemed wrong, and he couldn't think of what might it be.
"Next weekend!" Tucker exclaimed, "Tickets are on sale at the mall at 5 o'clock. Twenty minutes from now!"
"Let's go!" Sam replies, grabbing Danny's hand and dragging him with them.
He was happy to go, especially with Sam. Out of all the girls, he knew she was the only one that could relate to him in a way. Through all her faults, she might be the one for him. But he has his doubts about her...
A cold chill rolls off of him as his ghost sense makes an overdue appearance. "Great." He sarcastically says as he scans around himself, searching for what might have tripped his feelings. Then he saw it. A ball of bright blue screaming across the sky could only mean one thing: Ember.
Danny ran to a collection of thick bushes and quickly turned into his ghostly self and took off into the sky after her.
As he moves to intercept her, he goes for the height advantage to jump her. Ember might be an impulsive teenage spirit, but her punching energy beams and guitar give Danny a run for his money. He saw this move in a fighter pilot movie, taking advantage of the sun to get the jump on your enemy. Once he got the edge, he charged up his energy beams and dived on her like an eagle.
Then he saw her.
It wasn't the defiant and arrogant teen pop idol standing on her guitar with a devil may care expression and fire in her eyes. No, This was a wounded bird shot out of the sky and slowly tumbling to Earth.
"What?... Who?" Danny gasps and powers down his energy beams. He closes his arms and picks up speed to get face to face with her. He scoops her up and goes intangible to avoid running dead on into the side of a skyscraper. "God... What happens to you, Ember?" Danny says as he spots the gunshot wounds in her stomach and legs. He tries to put his hand on them to stop the bleeding but retracts his hands as they burn as if they had been soaked in acid.
"Danny!" Sam calls out over Fenton Phones, a Fenton brand cellular headphones. "What's going on? Is Ember put away?"
"No." He replies harshly. "Someone decided to put the diva out of her misery. She's hurt bad."
"Huh?" Tucker interrupts. "What do you mean, Danny?"
"Just..." He tries to hold back from snapping. "Meet me back at my place. It's hard to explain."
"Alright," Tucker replies, signing off.
"Danny?" Sam asks him. "You don't sound yourself."
"I'm fine," Danny replies. "It's just hard to see her like this. She's pretty ruffed up, and whoever did this is- Cruel."
"Vlad, maybe?"
"No. Plasmus is a nut, but not a murderer. If he were, he would have done something a little less than what happened to Ember on my Dad." Danny replies as he looks over Ember's body. A light breath took him off guard as Ember opened her eyes. She tries to gasp but winces as the pain holds back her breath.
"Dipstick?" She lets out faintly. "You came to save me?..."
Danny looks down and sees the pain in her eyes. This wasn't the Ember he fought, and This was someone else entirely. It was heartbreaking.
"Yeah..." He lets out in an almost whisper. "You'll be alright... I got you."
"Thank you, baby pop." She says, burying her head in his chest. "Thank you..."
"Stay with me, Ember!" Danny says urgently. "Come on, keep talking to me!"