~HYDE~
chapter3
Three billion people die everyday. No less than that... no more than that... I don't know! Let me alone! I DONT KNOW! Damnit. I'm not dying anyways. I'm supposed to be smart. No super smart. Even smarter than that. Maybe more... maybe less. Probably less. I feel so funky. What's happening to me? What did I do? ....What did I not do? Could I have prevented it? Ah, damn.
Egon's eyes slid open.
For a moment he thought he was blind. Everything was dark. Then he could see again, but something was still dark.
"Not my sight though, but something else. A void," Egon thought, "Something is missing... or something had been replaced by something else and now the something else is missing... I don't even know what I'm talking about... err... thinking about."
Egon slid off of the couch and searched around for his glasses. Funny, he didn't remember taking them off. Or putting them on the floor opposite side of the room than the couch.
He looked at the clock on the far wall.
12:07AM.
After sighing, yawning and struggling to his feet, he dragged himself out of the lab and upstairs to his bed.
Ray, Peter and Winston were sound asleep. Peter snoring slightly, Ray muttering some nonsense of 'life back on the farm' and Winston almost as quiet as death, Egon felt happy for the first time in days.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vision was crystal clear; it always was at night. The vicitm... a human boy... Vile, distastful little rodent... but IT loved humans more than animals. Animals will screech, defend themselves, claw at you. Humans were funny. They scream. Ear-piercing, just what IT liked to hear. The shrill scream echoing in the night without a single shred of help. IT lived for the look of defeat in the human's eyes when it was apparent IT was about to rip the human apart. The fear... the chilling stares were well worth the effort to see the scared look. Petrified. The boys were fun too. They were all hot-headed and hard. So much fun to break. Like this boy will be. Fun. IT actually giggled in anticipation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Life on the farm wasn't all fun, sonny-boy. It was hard work! Lookin' after them all pigs and sheeps and cow-like fellers was a chore. Now, ah know what y'all are gonna say there kid. That ya loves them there furry critters. I'm sure ya do, but by the time y'all finishes a day or two on me ol' farm, you'll be happy ta see 'em go into da fryer! Why, when I was your age...
Ray's dream came to a close by a small buzzing sound. The sound grew louder and louder until he was jolted awake.
"What the..." Ray's mind came clear of the fogg and he shot up in bed. "A call!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The four Ghostbusters arrived at the alley outside of the 22 West Highland Street Nightclub "THE BLUE CURTAIN" at precisely 4:09AM.
"I heard a boy screaming and I was too afriad to go out and check..." muttered Vanice Oliver, an 18-year-old bartender at The Blue Curtain. She looked rather shaken up. "By the time I worked up the nerve to check, I relized I couldn't go out even if I wanted to. The door knob was covered in this weird slimey stuff! When he stopped screaming, the slimey stuff just dsappeared..."
"Have you seen the boy?" Peter asked.
"I was scared..." she said quickly, "I called you guys right away..."
"It's okay," Winston said, "We're gonna go check it out for you."
The alley was a metre and a half wide and twelve metres long.
"Egon, Ray," Peter said, "you guys check down that way and Winston and I will check the front, alright?"
"Figures that he'd send us to the darkest corner of a dead end alley," Ray muttered, sticking his tongue out at Peter's back.
"Come on," Egon muttered, "The sooner we get to the bottom of this, the safer dark alleys will be."
"Che, as if dark alleys in New York aren't dangerous enough," Ray sighed, "Pull in a few poltergheists for kicks."
The closer to the end of the alley that the pair got, the more aggitated Egon became. He had the weirdest sense of dejavu.
"Have we been here before?" Egon asked, the little hairs on the back of his neck protested continuing, but he pressed on.
"Ah maybe not this dark alley in particular, but we've had our share..."
The end of the alley was bare, save for three cardboard boxes and a dumpster. Egon stared.
"The dumpster," Ray muttered.
"Huh?"
"The dumpster..."
Egon walked up to the dumpster. He stared. He knew what he was going to find. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, he just KNEW.
Egon reached up, unbelieving.
This was a dream. This HAD TO BE a dream. A wicked, nasty nightmare and every second his hand inched closer, he prayed he would wake up.
He grasped it. It was solid... as solid as something dead could be. The unnatural cold feeling that made ice feel like fire.
Egon gave it a small tug and it pulled free from the lid of the dumpster.
A hand. A wrist. A small piece of the forearm. That was it.
Ray stared at it in horror.
There were finger markings seemingly burning into the skin right at the edge. The arm had been ripped off with bare hands. The strength was inconceivable.
Egon in shock, more from the fact that he knew what he would find and where than what it was, dropped it. It shattered onthe ground like glass and Egon could sparsely hear Ray yelling to Winston and Peter.
chapter3
Three billion people die everyday. No less than that... no more than that... I don't know! Let me alone! I DONT KNOW! Damnit. I'm not dying anyways. I'm supposed to be smart. No super smart. Even smarter than that. Maybe more... maybe less. Probably less. I feel so funky. What's happening to me? What did I do? ....What did I not do? Could I have prevented it? Ah, damn.
Egon's eyes slid open.
For a moment he thought he was blind. Everything was dark. Then he could see again, but something was still dark.
"Not my sight though, but something else. A void," Egon thought, "Something is missing... or something had been replaced by something else and now the something else is missing... I don't even know what I'm talking about... err... thinking about."
Egon slid off of the couch and searched around for his glasses. Funny, he didn't remember taking them off. Or putting them on the floor opposite side of the room than the couch.
He looked at the clock on the far wall.
12:07AM.
After sighing, yawning and struggling to his feet, he dragged himself out of the lab and upstairs to his bed.
Ray, Peter and Winston were sound asleep. Peter snoring slightly, Ray muttering some nonsense of 'life back on the farm' and Winston almost as quiet as death, Egon felt happy for the first time in days.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vision was crystal clear; it always was at night. The vicitm... a human boy... Vile, distastful little rodent... but IT loved humans more than animals. Animals will screech, defend themselves, claw at you. Humans were funny. They scream. Ear-piercing, just what IT liked to hear. The shrill scream echoing in the night without a single shred of help. IT lived for the look of defeat in the human's eyes when it was apparent IT was about to rip the human apart. The fear... the chilling stares were well worth the effort to see the scared look. Petrified. The boys were fun too. They were all hot-headed and hard. So much fun to break. Like this boy will be. Fun. IT actually giggled in anticipation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Life on the farm wasn't all fun, sonny-boy. It was hard work! Lookin' after them all pigs and sheeps and cow-like fellers was a chore. Now, ah know what y'all are gonna say there kid. That ya loves them there furry critters. I'm sure ya do, but by the time y'all finishes a day or two on me ol' farm, you'll be happy ta see 'em go into da fryer! Why, when I was your age...
Ray's dream came to a close by a small buzzing sound. The sound grew louder and louder until he was jolted awake.
"What the..." Ray's mind came clear of the fogg and he shot up in bed. "A call!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The four Ghostbusters arrived at the alley outside of the 22 West Highland Street Nightclub "THE BLUE CURTAIN" at precisely 4:09AM.
"I heard a boy screaming and I was too afriad to go out and check..." muttered Vanice Oliver, an 18-year-old bartender at The Blue Curtain. She looked rather shaken up. "By the time I worked up the nerve to check, I relized I couldn't go out even if I wanted to. The door knob was covered in this weird slimey stuff! When he stopped screaming, the slimey stuff just dsappeared..."
"Have you seen the boy?" Peter asked.
"I was scared..." she said quickly, "I called you guys right away..."
"It's okay," Winston said, "We're gonna go check it out for you."
The alley was a metre and a half wide and twelve metres long.
"Egon, Ray," Peter said, "you guys check down that way and Winston and I will check the front, alright?"
"Figures that he'd send us to the darkest corner of a dead end alley," Ray muttered, sticking his tongue out at Peter's back.
"Come on," Egon muttered, "The sooner we get to the bottom of this, the safer dark alleys will be."
"Che, as if dark alleys in New York aren't dangerous enough," Ray sighed, "Pull in a few poltergheists for kicks."
The closer to the end of the alley that the pair got, the more aggitated Egon became. He had the weirdest sense of dejavu.
"Have we been here before?" Egon asked, the little hairs on the back of his neck protested continuing, but he pressed on.
"Ah maybe not this dark alley in particular, but we've had our share..."
The end of the alley was bare, save for three cardboard boxes and a dumpster. Egon stared.
"The dumpster," Ray muttered.
"Huh?"
"The dumpster..."
Egon walked up to the dumpster. He stared. He knew what he was going to find. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, he just KNEW.
Egon reached up, unbelieving.
This was a dream. This HAD TO BE a dream. A wicked, nasty nightmare and every second his hand inched closer, he prayed he would wake up.
He grasped it. It was solid... as solid as something dead could be. The unnatural cold feeling that made ice feel like fire.
Egon gave it a small tug and it pulled free from the lid of the dumpster.
A hand. A wrist. A small piece of the forearm. That was it.
Ray stared at it in horror.
There were finger markings seemingly burning into the skin right at the edge. The arm had been ripped off with bare hands. The strength was inconceivable.
Egon in shock, more from the fact that he knew what he would find and where than what it was, dropped it. It shattered onthe ground like glass and Egon could sparsely hear Ray yelling to Winston and Peter.