Hi everyone! I'm back! i know it's been a long time but I promise that i'll finish this up as fast as I can. im so sorry to anyone who felt like i abandoned this story or was disappointed when i wouldn't upload. i am here now and with a new chapter. ill try and have the next one up soon as it is basically the last chapter to this story. Comment if you want another sequel and i will happily deliver. till then, i own nothing but my OC Juliet.
The minute they were lead into a sleek black car, Juliet felt a sort of unease fill the pit of her stomach. A man like Hardemeyer would never give them such luxury, especially after what just went on back in the mayor's office.
"Ray, I have a bad feeling about this." she said to him as she grabbed his arm. He looked at her confused.
"Why? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Well don't you think it's a little weird Hardemeyer was so nice to us and is now giving us a ride in a car like this downtown?" she said, motioning her hands to the car. He smiled at her and shook his head.
"No, it's fine, he's just doing it because he doesn't want us going to the newspapers about this."
Juliet frowned. She wasn't fully convinced but right now, it seemed like they had no other option.
The drive was mostly filled with Ray and Egon going back and forth explaining to Peter what he missed, with Winston adding the occasional comment or two. Juliet though, was quiet the whole way, chewing her bottom lip. This earned a worried glance from Ray but before he could say something, they arrived at a large building.
Here, Juliet's worries were confirmed. The five of them exited the car and groaned in frustration. It was the New York Mental Institution.
They were dragged inside, their protests ignored. They saw Hardemeyer sign them in and begin to talk with a doctor as they were lead into a room. They were forced into straight jackets and once again, dragged down a long hallway, kicking and screaming. One doctor grabbed Juliet and started to drag her away from the boys in a different direction.
"Wait, what the hell?! No, I have to go with them! Let me go! Stop!" she screamed at the doctor gripping her arms as she struggled to go back towards the others.
The boys noticed and they started to protest as well, Ray struggling the most.
"Let her go! That's my girlfriend! Don't you touch her! Juliet!"
"Ray!" she screamed back but Hardemeyer only shook his head at the doctors when they gave him a questioning look on whether to let her go with the others. They dragged her away to another room, Ray practically clawing at the doctors to let him go.
The four men were them tossed into a room with a table and a few chairs, the doctor walking in behind them.
"So," he began, "Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here?"
Juliet paced back and forth in the small white room, the light almost making it blinding. A small female doctor sat at a table, scribbling notes on a notepad.
"So you say that the paintings at the Manhattan museum of art are possessed?" she asked in a nasally voice. Juliet sighed, running a frustrated hand through her hair.
"No, only one of them is possessed. Not all of them." She stopped pacing and looked at the doctor. "And we need to get out of here so we can stop it from taking over the city!"
The doctor blinked and stared at her, then looked back down at her notepad and wrote some more. Juliet groaned and started to pace again. This was useless. No one would believe a word they said. She knew it was a bad idea to think Hardemeyer was taking them somewhere good. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her arms. She was tired and frustrated and just wanted to go home and sleep for a week. She missed her friends too. She missed Winston and Egon. She missed Peter and his sarcasm. She missed Ray. A lot.
She hoped he was alright. She hoped they were all alright. And hopefully faring better then she was at convincing these doctors that they weren't insane.
The other four weren't faring any better unfortunately. Ray, Egon, and Winston sat at the table with the psychiatrist while Peter sat by a wall, banging his head against it.
Ray stared blankly at the surface of the table, trying his hardest to be patient. "As I explained before, we think the spirit of a 16th century Moldavian tyrant is alive and well in a painting at the Manhattan Museum of Art."
The doctor nodded, faking understanding. "I see. And are there any other paintings in the museum with bad spirits in them?"
Egon growled. "You're wasting valuable time! We have reason to believe that Vigo is drawing strength from a psychomagnotheric slime flow that's been collecting under the city!"
The shrink just smiled. "Yes, tell me about the slime."
"It's very potent stuff," Winston said. "We made a toaster dance with it." he winced slightly after hearing how crazy that sounded.
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "A toaster?"
"And a bathtub tried to eat his friend's baby." Ray added, only adding to how insane they sounded. The doctor looked over to Peter and he shook his head.
"Don't look at me, I think these people are completely nuts."
The other three glared at him and the psychiatrist nodded. He grabbed his notepad and got up, leaving them alone. They were officially screwed.
"What the hell are we gonna do?" Winston asked. "They're not gonna let us out."
"I don't know man." Ray ran a hand through his hair. He missed Juliet.
Peter finally stopped banging his head against the wall and sighed. "I hope Dana's alright." he muttered. The other three looked at him surprised. He was being sincere. Yep. They were completely screwed.
They were eventually let out of the small room and allowed to go into a dayroom with other patients. Ray immediately looked around and grinned when he saw Juliet slumped in a chair by the windows.
"Julie!" he yelled and ran over to her. She turned and gasped when she saw him and the others. He picked her up into his arms and squeezed her tight. She hugged him back just as tight and then pushed back to kiss him. He didn't object, kissing her back as if he hadn't seen her in years.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Ray asked in between kisses.
"I'm fine, Ray." Juliet laughed as he kept kissing her. Egon and Winston had to separate the two as they were now getting attention from the staff and Ray reluctantly put her down.
"It's so good to see you guys again." she said. "You know how we're gonna get out of here?"
Egon shook his head. "I don't know. I think we may be stuck here permanently. Or until we're deemed sane."
Juliet frowned. "Crap. Well I guess there isn't much we can do."
"Yep." Peter muttered and he went over to one of the tables in the room, sitting with patients who had trouble breathing and blinking at the same time. He picked up a hand loom on the table and began to weave to keep busy.
The others stared at him. Well he wasn't going to be much help in this. But there wasn't much they could do themselves so they grabbed a few chairs and sat down.
Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness. Venkman wasn't pleased. "Hit the light there, Winston. I'm trying to finish my pot holder before lunch."
Winston didn't respond. He, Egon, Ray and Juliet stood in the center of the room, gazing through the mesh-covered windows into the newly darkened sky.
Ray's mouth dropped open. "Total, spontaneous solar eclipse!" He gasped. He faced the others, grabbing Juliet's hand. "This is it guys, it's starting. Shit storm two thousand."
The four of them looked at each other, not knowing whether to feel relieved or terrified. On one hand, it was the end of the world and all life as they knew it. On the other, they were safer than they would be anywhere else on the streets of Manhattan.
While the rest of New York was being attacked by the recent swarm of ghosts and ghouls rising from the slime, the five Ghostbusters sat at a table in the ward day room, huddled together and closely listening in on the conversations between the doctors and the swarm of new people being checked in.
A woman who claimed to be a guest at the Plaza Hotel and had on a pair of very expensive looking high heels yelled at one of the squinty eyed doctors as he gave her a skeptic look.
"I'm telling you doctor! My mink coat bit me and ran off down the street!"
He blinked and turned to the nurse next to him. "Where did you put the zookeeper who saw the pterodactyl?"
The nurse sighed. "He's in room 5. And I have the three men who saw the Titanic in rooms 10, 11, and 12."
Before the Doctor could reply, she looked down at the long list she had and kept talking.
"The walking-dead witness is in 13 and the strolling dinosaur skeleton is in 4. I seem to have misplaced the Elvis Presley spotter, though."
The doctor sighed. "I hate working on New Year's Eve. It really brings them out of the woodwork doesn't it?"
"I think that eclipse thing has everybody spooked." The nurse replied.
"What about my coat?!" The Plaza woman yelled. "Do you have any idea how much that coat cost?!"
The five Ghostbusters looked at each other as they listened intently. Peter turned to Ray.
"You were right. The whole city is going nuts. If we don't do something fast, it's all going to go downhill from here."
Winston frowned. "Well what are we going to do? We can't do anything while we're stuck in here."
The five of them remained silent, wishing they knew a way to help, a way to stop the oncoming apocalypse. Peter stared at his knuckles. He couldn't stop thinking about Dana. And little Oscar who unfortunately was now a part of this big mess. He didn't want to imagine anything happening to them, especially with him not being able to do anything about it. He really needed a miracle right about now. And Peter Venkman was not one to wish for miracles.
