The Possession of Janine
Janine
"Before the morning meeting commences, I'd just like to say a couple of things," Peter announced, leaning forward at his desk while glaring at Egon and me, displeased. The Ghostbusters sat around Dr. V.'s desk, and I had a notepad in my hand, and a pen in the other prepared to take notes. This was the first day of the week I had worked because I had to take Monday and Tuesday off to take my Grandmother to several doctor's appointments for her upcoming surgery.
"You both are the most stubborn and insensible people that I know," he added, glaring at Egon and me again, who stayed silent.
"Dr. Venkman, ahem, will you please get to the point," Ray asked, clearing his throat uncomfortably. His round face reddened as he did so.
Rudely, Peter stood up and started to speak using his hands vividly. Mercifully, the phone rang, so it gave me an excuse to leave the meeting for a second.
"Good morning, thank you for calling Ghostbusters. My name is Janine, how may I help you? " I questioned and waited for an answer. I scribbled a note on a piece of paper for me to fix the schedule later.
I returned to the meeting with a quiet apology and sat down. Next, I crossed my legs and felt someone's eyes on mine. Knowing it was probably Egon, I kept my end of the deal as Peter continued to yell. Thankfully, I had blocked him out.
"Don't move, I need some coffee," Venkman angrily shouted, grabbing his coffee cup.
"What is his problem," I inquired of Ray, who still looked agonized by the upcoming lecture from Peter.
"He's concerned that your agreement with Spengs will affect how the business will be run. It's been an ongoing discussion since Sunday," Ray answered, his brown eyes showing consternation. As usual, Egon stayed quiet and fiddled with the PKE meter in his hands.
"What was the big deal? I can work with my ex since we only dated for a few months," I thought.
" News flash, Ray, Dr. Venkman doesn't make decisions for me in my private life," I crossly replied.
"Don't say that. It's going to start a whole new conversation," Ray warned, with his brown eyes wide open, "Peter's going to argue that it has."
"When I attempted to quit earlier in the year, he refused to accept it," I said indignantly, my voice rising.
"Yes, we reminded him," Egon stated, a matter of factly, without looking up from his favorite playtoy.
"I used to be his favorite play toy," I thought ruefully with a slight smile.
Peter came back still pissed off but now with a full cup of coffee.
"I don't understand the problem here," I verbalized, looking at Ray and Egon for backup.
"You two did not come up with a viable solution to anything when I locked you two in the lab on Saturday," he argued.
"No one agreed to be locked in a lab first of all. You put me in there. Second, this doesn't have anything to do with the business, so why is it of your concern?"
"Janine," Ray sighed exasperatedly, giving me a stern because he had warned me earlier.
"It is when you are miserable all of the time and when Egon is not on top of his game," he countered.
"Fine, I quit," I suddenly announced, "Is that what you want?"
"Yes," all three of them howled in strange voices that were not their own at the same time. Suddenly all three were glowering at me menacingly and appeared to be distorted visually. Each of my bosses' features was exaggerated and absurd- for example, Peter's balding forehead was more pronounced, Egon's nose bigger and face more prolonged, and Ray's middle more round and heavy. Now their eyes were glowing a weird yellow color.
"Why didn't you tell me this over the phone," I asked, shocked, not understanding why their appearances had altered.
"What the hell is happening," I demanded.
All three Ghostbusters started to laugh maniacally. My head began throbbing, and I passed out.
"Janine, Janine," Ray's voice urged, kneeling next to me while patting my cheeks, "Egon, call 9-1-1."
"Did I just get fired," I asked, squinting up to see the friendliest Ghostbuster and not the altered version. Ray appeared incredibly worried.
"Huh? Janine, you aren't making sense," he questioned me, and I felt my eyes shut before I could say anything.
At once, I was back in the dream and the three Ghostbusters were laughing uncontrollably.
"I knew I should have hired a blonde with big jugs. What I need is a good lay, not someone with a loud snarky mouth from Brooklyn," Peter sneered, leering at me. His body seemed to be growing in size somehow as I rose from my chair in disbelief.
"You should have fired her from the beginning," Ray agreed, with a devilish expression on his face..
I stood up and turned to him.
"Ray, I thought you were like my family, big brother," I whined, scared and wounded.
" You were right, Venkman- I should have been screwing her much earlier. It was so easy to trick Janine to believe I was in love ," Egon sneered, looking greedily at my breasts and legs. Rising from his chair, my formerly handsome boyfriend sauntered over to me.
My heart dropped to my stomach.
"Wha- what," I murmured in disbelief.
"You heard me right," Egon answered and yanked me towards him roughly. It was so unlike him that I felt puzzled.
The others' viewed the scene with interest, and I noticed that they did not attempt to assist me. Egon's eyes glowed a strange yellow color when he saw my face then whispered, threateningly, "But I thought you loved me."
"Not when you act like this," I answered, screaming, pounding my fists on his chest, trying to escape. Egon was too strong and continued to keep his arms around my waist.
Without warning, he gave me a sweet smile and then lowered his mouth to my ear, tantalizingly, "don't you want to make me happy, Janine?"
Next, Egon bit my earlobe and then slowly kissed my neck, and I felt helpless in resisting him.
"Ohh," I moaned, biting my lip, "Egon, what is going on?"
"I can't resist you, my dear. I love you," Egon whispered, pulling back, softly meeting my confused gaze. His eyes weren't glowing anymore, and that mystified me more. I let him kiss me, allowing myself to be caught up in the moment by his sweet lips.
Egon's brown eyes glowed yellow unexpectedly, and he bit my neck with his teeth so harshly I yelped in pain. Sharply, I felt a massive pain in my neck, gasped, and opened my eyes for a second, not recognizing where I was, and my eyes shut again just as quickly.
"Janine, Janine,... do you hear me?"
My head ached tremendously when I heard a male voice far away say those words. Struggling, I couldn't open my eyes as I was stuck in this weird reality.
When I was able to open my eyelids, I had trouble focusing but realized that my surroundings were unfamiliar. Also, I noted that I was lying down and that someone was holding my right hand, rubbing their right thumb over my skin rhythmically.
"Am I moving," I mumbled, and my eyelids opened again, attempting to refocus. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't make out the items in front of me.
Finally, I concentrated and found Egon, showing grave concern on his face, sitting next to me. His eyes were not glowing. Like touching a hot stove, I withdrew my hand from his as fast as I could. Then I screamed bloody murder as he looked astoundedly at me.
"Janine, it's only Egon," Peter replied, looking extraordinarily miffed, " what has happened?!"
"You bit me," I shouted in a frenzy, feeling my neck for where he bit me, but I couldn't find it when I felt my for it.
"What are you talking about," Dr. V. inquired.
"Egon grabbed me after you three fired me and then bit me," I reported, my head feeling tremendous pain, and I winced.
"What?!" Ray exclaimed.
"Is your head hurting? Why are you bleeding, Janine," Egon questioned calmly, reaching for my hand.
"Brooklyn, there aren't any bite marks on your neck. We didn't fire you," Venkman firmly insisted, meeting my eyes.
"He was trying to—," I emotionally cried, tears running down my face like a torrential downpour, "Don't you dare touch me, Egon Spengler!"
Puzzled, he put his hand down on his lap.
"Give her a tranquilizer," someone said. My eyes were playing tricks on me, and I saw the other Ray from my nightmare ogle me with an evil grin.
"No, no, no," I screamed," please, someone help me."
"Let's all take turns screwing her," Peter announced. Suddenly, he looked distorted as I felt someone preventing me from bolting by grabbing my wrists. After I felt a prick on my skin, I blacked out.