I'm SOOO sorry guys! I didn't mean to mix my chapters around! Therefore, if the following looks familiar, go back and read the one below this. Please forgive me!
I'm warning you now, do not judge the characters this early...I promise you'll regret it.
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When they both finally felt like they'd finished the sculpture, they stood back and overlooked their work. Many sharp edges now loomed over him, in a strangely threatening and yet graceful gesture. He could only gape at it.
"Wow," he said.
"Yeah," Alesha came up beside him. "It's a lot darker than I normally go," she glanced at him. "You have a lot of pain to release." Danny snorted.
"I wonder why?" He realized how harsh that sounded and shook his head. "Sorry." She shrugged.
"You've been through a lot, and humans like change even less than ghosts," she turned towards the door. "It's getting late, we'd better get back, or Master Plasmius might come looking for us..." she let the possible threat hang in the air. Danny took the hint and quickly followed her out of the room. As they left, the lights slowly died down slowly, once again leaving the room in total darkness.
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Jazz sat, looking at the mansion on the walkways, unable to bring herself to ring the com at the gate. The darkness of the night seemed to close in around her, and she realized how stupid it was for a 17-year-old girl to be walking around unfamiliar territory at night alone. Still, she had to do this, but what if Danny was as angry at her as he was at Sam, or Tucker?
"Come on, Jazz," she said, shaking her head, "Nothing's going to get done standing here." She almost laughed at herself. She'd been standing there for over half-an-hour. Shaking, she walked the few paces to the gate, and raised a shaking finger towards the intercom.
"Jazz?" She spun around at her name, recognizing the voice.
"Danny," shebreathed.Her little brother stood there, in normal form, staring at her as if she weren't real. "Oh Danny," she rushed forward before he could say anything, and wrapped the 15-year-old in a hug. To her surprise and relief, he returned it.
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Danny and Alesha had returned to see a girl that Danny obviously recognized walking towards the front gate.
"Jazz," he'd whispered.
"Who?" Alesha asked, eying the girl warily.
"My sister," he said. "Look, I'll be right in, I promise, but I have to talk to her."
"But–" Alesha started.
"Go, please," Danny pleaded, the rings already forming around his abdomen. She shook her head, but realized that this would be an excellent time...
"Fine," she said, "but hurry." She watched him land and walk up behind the red-haired teen before flyingtowards the mansion.
Phasing through the wall, she quickly navigated the now familiar hallways and found the room she was working for. She waited, not even knocking, knowing that he would know she was there.
"Come in," the voice said to her. She phased through the door, and floated in the middle of the room.
"Ah, Alesha," Vlad Masters sat back in his office chair. "And what news do you have for me?"
"I have succeeded to gain his trust," she said softly.
"Excellent," Vlad smiled. "Continue to keep me informed." Alesha nodded and left, quickly.
