~HYDE~
chapter2
A headache. The kind of headache that leaves your head throbbing from the inside out.
Egon groaned slightly, opening his eyes to squint at the bright lights. A dark figure appeared standing over him and he felt a cold hand on his forehead.
"It's ALIVE!" came the sometimes annoying voice of Peter Venkman.
"Egon," Ray said, coming up behind Peter, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Egon replied.
"What happenend?" Ray persisted.
"Nothing. I wa led down to the basement from unusal PKE readings and I guess I just blacked out."
"Blacked out?"
"Yes. See, I'm alright."
"What no side effects or anything?"
Egon shook his head, then proceeded to cringe, "Okay, maybe a headache."
"Aww jeez."
"What is it?" Ray asked.
"Hope he didn't get brain damage from it!"
"Peter, wouldn't he know that he had it?" Ray asked.
"Oh yehh Ray, I'm sure," Peter replied dryly, "Uhh... I think I may have some brains loosing...!"
Peter laughed, Egon shook his head slowly and Ray blinked.
"Aw that's nothing a little sleep can't fix," Peter smiled.
"I said I'm fine," Egon proteted, "I don't need any more sleep."
Peter sighed. "Okay Superman, You're fine..." Peter reached out and flicked Egon's forehead and Egon flinched, "'Cept for that noggon of yours."
Egon swatted Peter's hand away.
"Peter please. It's just a little headache. I'm sure it'll go away after a day or two."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Fine, fine, fine," Peter exclaimed.
"You hungry?" Ray asked Egon.
"A little."
"Want some pizza?"
"......"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ray and Peter were asleep when Egon awoke at 8:00am the following day. Egon almost envied them. Although he had in fact slept, it was restlessly. He felt as though he hadn't had any sleep at all. Egon sighed, knowing he would be unable to fall back to sleep, and pushed himself out of bed to get dressed.
Janine was awake downstairs, brewing coffee. "Good morning Egon," she greeted, "Did you sleep well?"
Egon yawned. "Fine," he lied.
"Do you want some coffee?"
"Yes thankyou."
Egon sat down at the table, newspaper in hand.
"How interesting..." he muttered, reading a specific article.
"What is?" Janine asked,setting his coffee down next to him on the table.
"Listen to this." Egon proceeded to read the small article. "Daniel and Erik Sams was attacked last night while out taking his dog for a walk. The 23-year-olds decibed the attacker as 'a tall brooding creature hunched over slightly... A swagger in it's walk... inhuman strength... completely white eyes with no pupil or iris... pure evil...' The dog, a full grown German Shepard, attacked the creature in an attempt to save it's master and was easily tossed aside. Daniel was able to escape, but Erik was not so lucky."
Egon looked Janine in the eye, "Erik Sams was found at the back of an alley. And the front and middle of the alley. And splattered on the walls of the alley."
Janine turned white. "D-do you think you guys will be called in to deal with it?"
"I don't know. From what I hear, it's not a ghost. Probably just a murderer or something." Egon didn't sound to sure of himself.
"Either way, I hope they catch whatever it is before it gets another person," Janine said, sympathizing with Daniel Sams. "Egon are you alright?"
"Just a bit of a headache," Egon muttered. He turned and headed for the lab.
Actually, it wasn't just a little headache. Yesturday's headache had returned with a vengence and he felt very tired all of a sudden. Laying down on Peter's couch in the lab, Egon soon fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Peter," Ray said, "I'm telling you there is more to this than he's letting on. I think something happened in the basment that he's not telling us about."
"Why would he keep secrets from us?" Peter asked, "He wouldn't..."
"I dunno," Ray muttered, "But something just doesn't feel right..."
"Guys!" Janine called upstairs, "There's a man here to see you named Daniel Sams. I think it's important."
"Okay Janine," Peter called down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So it was human?" Ray asked.
"I'm not sure," Daniel Sams replied, "If it weren't so strong and evil I would think it were... and it's EYES..."
"What about it's eyes?"
"They were pure white. No color, just completely and utterly white."
"Now that is bizarre..." Peter commented.
"After Erik was killed... This fellow Mike Kinnear I think it was... Anyways, he was killed just this afternoon the same way Erik was... I think whatever it is struck again. I want it found and disposed of before anybody else loses their life... For Erik's sake..."
Peter nodded. "Okay. We'll investigate."
"Excellent."
chapter2
A headache. The kind of headache that leaves your head throbbing from the inside out.
Egon groaned slightly, opening his eyes to squint at the bright lights. A dark figure appeared standing over him and he felt a cold hand on his forehead.
"It's ALIVE!" came the sometimes annoying voice of Peter Venkman.
"Egon," Ray said, coming up behind Peter, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Egon replied.
"What happenend?" Ray persisted.
"Nothing. I wa led down to the basement from unusal PKE readings and I guess I just blacked out."
"Blacked out?"
"Yes. See, I'm alright."
"What no side effects or anything?"
Egon shook his head, then proceeded to cringe, "Okay, maybe a headache."
"Aww jeez."
"What is it?" Ray asked.
"Hope he didn't get brain damage from it!"
"Peter, wouldn't he know that he had it?" Ray asked.
"Oh yehh Ray, I'm sure," Peter replied dryly, "Uhh... I think I may have some brains loosing...!"
Peter laughed, Egon shook his head slowly and Ray blinked.
"Aw that's nothing a little sleep can't fix," Peter smiled.
"I said I'm fine," Egon proteted, "I don't need any more sleep."
Peter sighed. "Okay Superman, You're fine..." Peter reached out and flicked Egon's forehead and Egon flinched, "'Cept for that noggon of yours."
Egon swatted Peter's hand away.
"Peter please. It's just a little headache. I'm sure it'll go away after a day or two."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Fine, fine, fine," Peter exclaimed.
"You hungry?" Ray asked Egon.
"A little."
"Want some pizza?"
"......"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ray and Peter were asleep when Egon awoke at 8:00am the following day. Egon almost envied them. Although he had in fact slept, it was restlessly. He felt as though he hadn't had any sleep at all. Egon sighed, knowing he would be unable to fall back to sleep, and pushed himself out of bed to get dressed.
Janine was awake downstairs, brewing coffee. "Good morning Egon," she greeted, "Did you sleep well?"
Egon yawned. "Fine," he lied.
"Do you want some coffee?"
"Yes thankyou."
Egon sat down at the table, newspaper in hand.
"How interesting..." he muttered, reading a specific article.
"What is?" Janine asked,setting his coffee down next to him on the table.
"Listen to this." Egon proceeded to read the small article. "Daniel and Erik Sams was attacked last night while out taking his dog for a walk. The 23-year-olds decibed the attacker as 'a tall brooding creature hunched over slightly... A swagger in it's walk... inhuman strength... completely white eyes with no pupil or iris... pure evil...' The dog, a full grown German Shepard, attacked the creature in an attempt to save it's master and was easily tossed aside. Daniel was able to escape, but Erik was not so lucky."
Egon looked Janine in the eye, "Erik Sams was found at the back of an alley. And the front and middle of the alley. And splattered on the walls of the alley."
Janine turned white. "D-do you think you guys will be called in to deal with it?"
"I don't know. From what I hear, it's not a ghost. Probably just a murderer or something." Egon didn't sound to sure of himself.
"Either way, I hope they catch whatever it is before it gets another person," Janine said, sympathizing with Daniel Sams. "Egon are you alright?"
"Just a bit of a headache," Egon muttered. He turned and headed for the lab.
Actually, it wasn't just a little headache. Yesturday's headache had returned with a vengence and he felt very tired all of a sudden. Laying down on Peter's couch in the lab, Egon soon fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Peter," Ray said, "I'm telling you there is more to this than he's letting on. I think something happened in the basment that he's not telling us about."
"Why would he keep secrets from us?" Peter asked, "He wouldn't..."
"I dunno," Ray muttered, "But something just doesn't feel right..."
"Guys!" Janine called upstairs, "There's a man here to see you named Daniel Sams. I think it's important."
"Okay Janine," Peter called down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So it was human?" Ray asked.
"I'm not sure," Daniel Sams replied, "If it weren't so strong and evil I would think it were... and it's EYES..."
"What about it's eyes?"
"They were pure white. No color, just completely and utterly white."
"Now that is bizarre..." Peter commented.
"After Erik was killed... This fellow Mike Kinnear I think it was... Anyways, he was killed just this afternoon the same way Erik was... I think whatever it is struck again. I want it found and disposed of before anybody else loses their life... For Erik's sake..."
Peter nodded. "Okay. We'll investigate."
"Excellent."