Hiya! How about that, I got ideas without a song faints from the shock. Thank you to all of my reviewers:
Lana: thanks for the review, have you written the fic yet and if so, can you point me in it's direction please?
Tattooed Angel Wings: Thanks for the review, it made perfect sense, I hope you don't mind that I continued, a damn plot bunny bit me and just wouldn't stop chewing on my ear until I wrote some more, I hope you like it and I really hope I haven't ruined it.
Konijnemans: all will be explained in the fullness of time, Thanks for your review.
cakreut12: thank you for offering to help with the song search, that's very nice of you, but it turns out, I didn't need a song for inspiration, it just came naturally. Thanks for your review.
bluish black dolphin: Ohhh, how eerily similar our minds work, I was thinking along similar lines before I read you review. You know what they say, 'Great minds think alike' (and fools seldom differ Lol) Thanks for the review.
EvilRobotZombieLoofaOverlord: Thanks for the review, (if you're still alive)
Kraven the Hunter: Thanks for the somewhat enigmatic review, that doesn't matter though, it's the fact that you took the time to review that matters most to me.
Ghostymangarocker: Thanks for the idea and the review, again eerie how similar our thought patterns are, maybe we have some weird sort of psychic connection that lets us read each others minds, or maybe it's three in the morning and this is low blood sugar and sleep deprivation talking…I'm going with door number two.
I hope you like chapter two. It's gotten darker and nastier and Jack may be a bit OOC (artistic licence, gotta love it) but it all should work out in the end.
I'm sorry this one took so long but I really wasn't planning on continuing so I concentrated on other stories, and now I'm abandoning those in favour of this one as it has caught my eye again.
Hope you like.
Chapter 2 - Capture
Since that day Jack had been back to Kate's grave at least once every two weeks. He had resumed telling her about his life, updating her on the situation with the ghost he kept spotting but never quite managed to catch up with. He went on regular ghost hunts now (even more so than before) searching the skies for the one that kept getting away. He had even taken to going out alone, determined that he would be the one who caught it, not Maddie.
It was a warm, Friday evening the next time Jack spotted him. It was just a blur of black and silver contrasting with the night sky, but after chasing him for so long, Jack knew almost instinctively when he was around. He had been standing outside his house, just looking up at the stars, willing some inspiration for his next invention to float down from the sky when he had glimpsed it. It had just been a rush of motion form the corner of his eyes, blended perfectly with the medium in which it suspended itself, and Jack would have missed it, if it weren't for the incessant beep of the Fenton ghost detector coming from the open window of the RV in the driveway, immediately, the ghost hunter had launched himself into said RV and sped away into the night hot on the trail of the ghost who had caused him so much grief.
After trying many times to just directly attack (and finding that every time, he managed to evade his shots and disappear) Jack decided to try something new tonight. He would simply follow this time, trial him and surprise him. Jack followed the entity all the way around the town, but he didn't seem to be going anywhere specific, just flying around.
After half and hour, and just as Jack's patience was worn out, the ghost turned and headed toward the park. Seeing his chance the ghost hunter parked outside, grabbed a net and a gun and ran to the centre, where he thought he saw the ghost land. His guess was so accurate he had to pull himself back into the tree line before he was discovered. When he got his breath back he cautiously looked round the tree he was hiding behind and observed the ghost, waiting for the right moment to strike.
If Jack hadn't known better he would have thought that this ghost was quite harmless from the way he was just standing there. He didn't seem to be doing anything except standing and looking up at the stars, muttering to himself, but Jack was too far away to be able the hear the words, that and the ghost had his back to him.
He saw his chance; he tightened his grip on the ectoplasmic net in his hands and launched himself at the small ghost. The sound of rustling leaves drew the phantom's attention around to it's source behind him but before he could react, a net was thrown over the top of him by a very large man, in a very orange jumpsuit. 'Oh No, anyone but him.' The net completely encircled the small phantom and Jack took a small amount of pleasure from watching him struggle, desperately trying to escape using his powers, he leaned down over then net and let the ghost in on a little secret he had been keeping.
"There's no point struggling ghost" he spat the word as if it was an offence to utter it "that net is designed to drain your powers, the more you struggle, the weaker you'll get." The bright green horror filled eyes snapped to the large man and Jack smiled, he had finally done it, he had caught the monster who had ruined his life. He smiled and hauled the net over his shoulder before walking back in the direction of his R.V.
"Where…where are you taking me" the ghost whimpered into Jack's back.
"Somewhere where you are going to wish you had never been re-born." A smug smirk crept onto Jack's face as he congratulated himself on his (unusually) witty response as he reached the R.V, unceremoniously dumped the small ghost into the back and slammed the door. He climbed in the front himself and sped away in the direction he had originally come from, the terrified snowy haired form in the back shaking and left to wonder what exactly was going to happen to him.
Less than ten minutes later the oversized family van pulled up outside an average looking house with an oversized satellite dish perched precariously on the roof. A very large man in an orange jumpsuit stepped out of the drivers side, threw open the back door of the vehicle roughly grabbed the green, glowing net containing a very squashed, relatively small, ghost boy clad in black and silver, and all but ran up the stairs and into the house after closing the doors to the R.V.
Once inside the house, Jack immediately made for the basement, locking the door as he went. With a kind of speed and grace normally associated with someone half his size, Jack managed to transfer his prize from the net, to a waiting pair of wrist and matching ankle shackles that had been mounted on the wall waiting for the day when this particular prize would grace them with his presence.
He was none to careful about the transfer either as he managed to accidentally smack the small ghost's head so hard against the wall he was afraid he would pass out. He didn't though and Jack had to give him some points for toughness, but that was no where near enough to make up for Kat's unnecessary death at the hands of this monster. But now, Jack had the little creature right where he wanted him, and he wasn't letting him go until he got some answers. I might not even let him go at all.
End of Chapter
Ohhh! Evil Jack, I never even knew he had it in him. I'm sorry this took so long, but I have another fic that I am writing and I turned my attention to that because I didn't really intend to continue with this, but the amount of support and ideas I got encouraged me to continue.
A huge thanks to all of my reviewers. And I hope to se you again soon for the next enstalment
May the Angles bless you and keep you safe
Anawiel