ch. 13
Sam, Tucker, and Jack aimed their weapons at some of the ghosts surrounding them. A few of the creatures backed down, some stood with their hands (or paws, depending) raised, but most were coming angrily towards our hapless threesome. There were about eighty ghosts (and more floating to join) with teeth, claws, or weapons beared. They were ready to fight.
Our threesome, however, was not.
"Dang it!" Tucker complained, backing up slowly from the vicious ghosts. "I knew we should have made Danny let us do some fighting too."
"Too late for that!" Sam yelped as she shot down a ghost with the gun. It worked, but only in stunning it. It fell down and got back up a moment later.
"Let's try my other inventions?" Jack suggested and Sam complied, reaching into the pocket. She brought out some weird ghost zapper, but it would knock a ghost down for good. She fired it, but for every one she knocked down, two more came. It seemed hopeless as they fought their way through.
Tucker grabbed another invention and used it. They tried others, but most seemed not to work. ("Well, it seemed like it would work at the time!" Jack would say.) Now the ghosts were shooting them. Sam dodged an ectoplasmic blast and continued fighting...
Back to Danny...
Danny was staring at the scene that the viewing lenses' receptors were recieving. It was terrible and there was nothing he could do! His dad and friends were being crushed! He puched the glass again with his weak gloved hands to no avail. The oxgen mask on his face allowed him to breath and talk some in to ghastly water, but he felt like he was going to suffocate. This ghost seemed to have some sort of control in him, allowing the ghost to shock Danny whenever he felt like it. And those shocks hurt.
"How are you doing this?! And why?!?" Danny yelled, his oxygen-mask-muffled voice coming out barely audible.
The Phantom Mist laughed. "Danny, Danny, Danny. You ssshould have known I would get you in here! You know how I can do thisss to you? From your dad. Yesss, your dad acted better than my own ssservant Tomatomachu. What a horrible name that creature gave itssself...I sssshould have named it myssself...ah well," the Phantom muttered, getting off-topic.
"But why...? I just don't understand why you need me! I mean, that Toe-ma---I mean, Tomatoma..chu thing was very strong. And his bite hurt. Why do you need me? You seem powerful enough alone!" Danny called out, questions going through his mind.
The Phantom Mist smirked at the trapped Danny. "Ignorant boy, you don't know how powerful your power can be! Combined with my own, I'm unssstopable! I'm able to harnessss your energy and alssso hurt you through your LEG!"
Danny gasped and looked at it. He hadn't paid any attention to it at all since it healed when Tomatomachu took him through the portal. It was open again with the water around it stained purple, from the blood and blue mist mixed together.
"But...but...it healed!" Danny stammered, disbelieving.
"Hmph. Ignorance again! I ssshall punish your for that, jussst to make my point!" The Mist laughed maniacally and pressed a button. Danny yelled in the midst of the pain. Danny realized through the shocking and burning feelings he felt that it was all coming from his leg. The pain was worse this time, and Danny had almost passed out when the Phantom Mist unpressed the button. Danny went limp from the pain. He couldn't move his leg anymore.
"Sssee?" The Mist taunted. "Sssee ghossst-boy? What your power can do? This is just a bit of your harnessssed energy, thrown back at you! When my ssservant bit you, it implanted a pieccce of my ghossst-power, connecting me to you through this button. Sssee?" It held up the blue-colored button on a remote control-like device. "When you entered the ghossst world with my fur-ssservant, I turned it on, resssulting in the cut closssing up to lock the ghossst-power inssside of you ssso I could have control over you! When you essscaped from Tomatomachu'sss clutchesss, I thought it would never work! Then I found your father." It grinned evilly as it said this. Danny was trying hard to listen and stay awake through the throbbing pain.
"Your dad, emotionally unssstable through hisss thoughtsss of you being a ghossst wasss the perfect target to...persssuade... And it never would have worked without him. Now, I ssshall kill your father and your little friendsss and then ussse your power for my own gain! Ha, I know you've heard ssssomething like that before. I know a lot about you. More than you'd like me to know..." It laughed and then Danny knew no more. He blacked out.
Sam, Tucker, and Jack aimed their weapons at some of the ghosts surrounding them. A few of the creatures backed down, some stood with their hands (or paws, depending) raised, but most were coming angrily towards our hapless threesome. There were about eighty ghosts (and more floating to join) with teeth, claws, or weapons beared. They were ready to fight.
Our threesome, however, was not.
"Dang it!" Tucker complained, backing up slowly from the vicious ghosts. "I knew we should have made Danny let us do some fighting too."
"Too late for that!" Sam yelped as she shot down a ghost with the gun. It worked, but only in stunning it. It fell down and got back up a moment later.
"Let's try my other inventions?" Jack suggested and Sam complied, reaching into the pocket. She brought out some weird ghost zapper, but it would knock a ghost down for good. She fired it, but for every one she knocked down, two more came. It seemed hopeless as they fought their way through.
Tucker grabbed another invention and used it. They tried others, but most seemed not to work. ("Well, it seemed like it would work at the time!" Jack would say.) Now the ghosts were shooting them. Sam dodged an ectoplasmic blast and continued fighting...
Back to Danny...
Danny was staring at the scene that the viewing lenses' receptors were recieving. It was terrible and there was nothing he could do! His dad and friends were being crushed! He puched the glass again with his weak gloved hands to no avail. The oxgen mask on his face allowed him to breath and talk some in to ghastly water, but he felt like he was going to suffocate. This ghost seemed to have some sort of control in him, allowing the ghost to shock Danny whenever he felt like it. And those shocks hurt.
"How are you doing this?! And why?!?" Danny yelled, his oxygen-mask-muffled voice coming out barely audible.
The Phantom Mist laughed. "Danny, Danny, Danny. You ssshould have known I would get you in here! You know how I can do thisss to you? From your dad. Yesss, your dad acted better than my own ssservant Tomatomachu. What a horrible name that creature gave itssself...I sssshould have named it myssself...ah well," the Phantom muttered, getting off-topic.
"But why...? I just don't understand why you need me! I mean, that Toe-ma---I mean, Tomatoma..chu thing was very strong. And his bite hurt. Why do you need me? You seem powerful enough alone!" Danny called out, questions going through his mind.
The Phantom Mist smirked at the trapped Danny. "Ignorant boy, you don't know how powerful your power can be! Combined with my own, I'm unssstopable! I'm able to harnessss your energy and alssso hurt you through your LEG!"
Danny gasped and looked at it. He hadn't paid any attention to it at all since it healed when Tomatomachu took him through the portal. It was open again with the water around it stained purple, from the blood and blue mist mixed together.
"But...but...it healed!" Danny stammered, disbelieving.
"Hmph. Ignorance again! I ssshall punish your for that, jussst to make my point!" The Mist laughed maniacally and pressed a button. Danny yelled in the midst of the pain. Danny realized through the shocking and burning feelings he felt that it was all coming from his leg. The pain was worse this time, and Danny had almost passed out when the Phantom Mist unpressed the button. Danny went limp from the pain. He couldn't move his leg anymore.
"Sssee?" The Mist taunted. "Sssee ghossst-boy? What your power can do? This is just a bit of your harnessssed energy, thrown back at you! When my ssservant bit you, it implanted a pieccce of my ghossst-power, connecting me to you through this button. Sssee?" It held up the blue-colored button on a remote control-like device. "When you entered the ghossst world with my fur-ssservant, I turned it on, resssulting in the cut closssing up to lock the ghossst-power inssside of you ssso I could have control over you! When you essscaped from Tomatomachu'sss clutchesss, I thought it would never work! Then I found your father." It grinned evilly as it said this. Danny was trying hard to listen and stay awake through the throbbing pain.
"Your dad, emotionally unssstable through hisss thoughtsss of you being a ghossst wasss the perfect target to...persssuade... And it never would have worked without him. Now, I ssshall kill your father and your little friendsss and then ussse your power for my own gain! Ha, I know you've heard ssssomething like that before. I know a lot about you. More than you'd like me to know..." It laughed and then Danny knew no more. He blacked out.