OK, this chapter is not finished. I'm putting it up because I feel bad for my reviewers. I haven't seen Destiny in years (those morons at Disneyy don't even show reruns of SW where I live so I'm going to have to do this from memory. Please correct my mistakes, or, even better, if anyone has a script of Destiny they'd be willing to send me or a website that has it (for FREE, I'm not paying for anything) I'd love you forever. And if you email me a script, please DO NOT email it as an attachment, because I never open attachments (my computer loves developing problems, and so I have a fear of viruses.) Thanks.
"Well", Nonak repeated. He was really enjoying himself, the – I caught myself. It's rumored that Nonak is psychic. Frankly, I think it's more like psychO, but that's just me.
"What do you want?"
"I want to know what you're doing, helping Fi. She's the enemy, Torak. The enemy." I scowled.
"Well, see, unlike you, I don't just rush into things. I think first. You ever learn how to do that? Cause see, now you know possessing Jack ain't gonna work. Fi'll find you out, and get you. You want that to happen, huh? You want to be beaten by a mere girl? By a human?" I asked, drawing the word out. Nonak flipped me the finger, and I felt a wave of pity for the person who's body Nonak had taken over. Nonak had been known to torture his host bodies to death, just for fun, when he was done with them. He turned, and strolled off. I remained where I was for a few minutes, trying to calm down. Finally I turned, and went away.
I spent the next several months learning as much as I could about Fi. Rick, her father, sometimes visited and gave advice. And then, finally, my chance came. They were going to another one of Molly's concerts. Near where they would be staying was a retired firefighter, who had quit after seeing his own fiery death. Shown to him by the Spunkies, naturally. A firefighter who had once worked in Hope Springs, who had pulled Rick's lifeless body from the car…Perfect. I came out from the spirit world a few feet in front of the bus. The easiest way to do this would be to run them off the road. So I did. I flew out in front of the bus, but far enough away so that Ned, the driver, could think that what he was seeing was a motorcycle headlight. It worked like a dream. "Woah!" Ned spun the wheel to the side, and for a moment there I was afraid the bus was going to tip over onto its side. At the last moment though, it righted itself, and the gang piled out. "Did we miss the motorcyclist?" I saw Fi talking with Jack,
"That was no motorcyclist." I tuned out for a bit as I searched for Molly – the ideal host for this mission – and tuned back in just in time to hear one of Ned's sons ask "Do you think we could make him dance again?" I laughed inwardly and finally found Molly. I dove under the bus, and called to her.
"Mooollllyyyy. Moolllyyy." She came closer and looked under the bus. I took her quickly, and then stood up, slightly disoriented. I walked over to the others in time to hear Ned say we'd have to take the bus to a garage. OK by me. That's where the guy worked now. I planned to try and help him get over his fear of fire, and at the same time try to gain Fi's trust.