Hiya, now I'm serious this time, this had better be the last chapter or I will do something rather unpleasant (like leaving it here whether it's finished or not Ha Ha). No I wouldn't be that evil : P I mean, it's not as if I'm the kind of person who would have Jack capture his own son and torture him into unconsciousness…oh wait…I am
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Chapter 5 – Battle of the Immortals
"You" venom spilled from Jack's mouth directed at this new ghost.
Like Danny this one had short white hair, but it was slightly longer than Danny's, just long enough to hang in his eyes. Eyes that were neon green and glowing. Unlike Danny, this ghost was dressed in torn blue jeans. Four belts hung around his waist and only one was holding the jeans up. He had a black silk short-sleeved shirt, which exposed the tattoos that covered his arms. Around his wrists hung numerous bracelets, each with a matching chain around his neck and a long jagged scar ran from his right cheekbone, diagonally across his right eye to disappear into his hairline. On his back sat an occupied scabbard.
'And dad mistook me for him!' Danny thought as he struggled up into a sitting position on the table (which was a little more difficult that he had first imagined, what with his feet still being propped up with the med kit)
"Who the hell do you think you are coming back here after what you did to me" Jack's defiant voice called over the din the vortex was making behind the new arrival.
"I think I'm Arctic Emerald, your executioner for the evening" the ghost smiled wickedly and tipped an invisible hat, as if in respect to the ghost hunter before him, behind him the vortex slipped quietly closed. "I missed 20 years ago but let me warn you, I do not miss twice." before the warning had a chance to fully soak into the air the ghost was in motion, his blade was drawn and he was heading strait for Jack.
"NOOO" As fast as he could move Danny was up off the table and had transformed to match Arctic. Before Jack could say anything Danny had jumped in front of his father and spread his arms and legs in a defensive position. He was careful to float just out of Jack's reach so he couldn't be pulled from the air and thrown aside to leave his father defenseless. Father and son watched as the ghost closed the distance between himself and the duo. Fearing the worst Danny closed his eyes, thinking of all the people he loved and whom he would never see again.
He felt the wind rush by him and assumed the ghost had passed through him leaving a fatal wound behind it. There was no pain but Danny just thought the pain from his other wounds was masking this new one. Unable to wait for the inevitable Danny opened his eyes to inspect the wound, and found himself staring into the mirror image of his own eyes. Arctic's face was so close to Danny's they were practically Eskimo kissing. Danny swallowed and looked down, expecting to see a third, unattended slash in his jumpsuit. In reality, there were still only two slashes on his chest, red tinged white bandages visible through the holes. Just millimeters from his chest the cold metal of Arctic's sword rested, ready to strike if the mood took him. Danny looked back up into the face of his would-be assassin; the ghost favored him with a cold calculating smile before he next spoke.
"Patience child, I'll have plenty of time left once I'm finished with him. You'll get your turn"
With his eyes still on the face before him, Danny never saw the fist that connected to the side of his head and sent him crashing into a pile of disused, random parts that didn't seam to have any purpose other that to cushion Danny's fall from the air. Once again the air was forced from the young hybrid's lungs and, or the moment, he was unable to do anything but lie in the twisted position he landed in and watch as, with a grace he didn't know his father had, Jack rolled out of the way of the continued assault. The ghost lunged again and once again, Jack dodged out of the way, but Danny knew he couldn't keep it up, eventually arctic would start fighting dirty, and then it would be all over for Jack.
With his hand on the wall behind him to brace himself, Danny struggled to his feet then leapt into the air and flew strait at Arctic. With his attention solely focused on the ghost hunter the assassin never saw Danny coming. Arctic soon found himself tackled to the ground, the ghost child still attached to his waist, his sword ripped from his grasp and thrown across the lab.
When they landed, Danny took the initiative and managed to straddle the waist of the larger ghost. He curled his hand into a fist and hit the ghost in the jaw several times; screaming obscenities the entire time, before Arctic flipped them and Danny found himself on is back on the cold hard cement, his arms pinned above his head and the assassin looming over him. The older ghost brought his face right down next to Danny's and whispered in his ear. He was so close Danny could swear he could feel, rather than hear, the words that Arctic spoke.
"I thought I had told you Kiddo, you'll get your turn…" he laughed and elevated himself up from his, rather suggestive position, straddling Danny's waist and brought both hands before him touching them at the wrists. A ball of purple energy formed between his palms and grew larger and larger "…but seeing as how you seem to be getting impatient, I can spare the time to dispose of you before I go and finish that fool over there" The ball was released at the same time as the assassin's discarded blade was thrown back at him. Unfortunately he had seen in coming and merely made himself intangible, causing the blade to fly harmlessly through him and embed itself in the wall across from the ghost hunter who had thrown it.
Slowly, the assassin lifted his head toward Jack and gave him a wickedly evil smile, then slowly turned his back on him before floating over to the wall to retrieve his lost sword.
"Well, well, well…" Arctic said in a voice that was as cold as his namesake "…you couldn't protect your girlfriend, and now you've lost your son…" with an almighty pull Arctic freed his trapped sword from the wall and turned back toward the seething ghost hunter "…what a pathetic creature you are. You don't deserve to live"
Before jack could draw a breath to reply, the assassin was moving again. Sword raised, the nightmare was flying towards him as fast as he could. Jack didn't even have the time to dodge out of the way, he was frozen to the spot, watching his life flash before his eyes as he lived his final moments…
End of chapter…
(A/N) Naaaa…I'm only messing with you…
Not four feet from where Jack was standing something shot out of the floor and hit Arctic in the stomach, tackling him to the ground, his sword once more thrown from his grasp. When the two form disentangled, Jack was able to see Arctic floating above…his son, who was currently lying in a crumpled heap on his side, holding the wounds on his chest and gasping.
"So, it's you again is it Kiddo?" the assassin smirked as he landed. He drew closer to Danny's prone body lying at his feet before he spoke again.
"I…thought…I…told…you…to…wait…your…turn" with every word he delivered a brutal kick to Danny's stomach. When the onslaught ended Danny rolled over so his back was to the ghost, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as he clutched at his stomach and struggled for breath. (A/N does Danny breathe or have a heartbeat in Ghost form?) Arctic raised his hand as another ball of energy formed in his palm. He aimed it at the teen lying on the floor then looked up at Jack, an evil grin twisting his handsome features into an ugly mask.
"Now, thanks to your incompetence, you have to watch another of your loved ones die" Powerless to help, Jack could only stand and watch as the ball was released. To his great relief, at the last possible second, Danny rolled out of the path of the deadly ball and took to the air, shooting his own ball of green energy at the ghost. It hit Arctic in the chest and sent him stumbling back a few steps
When he recovered he gave Danny a look of pure evil, then disappeared. Frantic, Danny span in a circle, as fast as his wounds would allow, searching for his adversary. But to no avail. With no warning, Arctic reappeared behind Danny and before Jack could call out a warning, he grabbed the teen around the chest and squeezed. The pressure set Danny's wounds on fire and caused him to scream in pain. Arctic then pulled the hybrid toward the ceiling, stopping when he reached it. The assassin transferred his grip from Danny's hest to his arm and, without a pause, spun him once before throwing the teen back down to the laboratory floor with all the power he could muster. Danny impacted with enough force to leave a crater in the floor.
Staring down at the crumpled body in the floor below him, Arctic let loose a laugh that went strait to Jack's soul, it was identical to the one he had heard that night. Enraged, he turned to the nearest bench and grabbed the first thing he could find which, in this case, was the Fenton thermos. When he turned back, his vision was filled with the huge ball of purple energy that had now formed between his son and the assassin.
End of Chapter
Na…I'm only messing with you again…
Danny's wounds burned from the effort of trying to lift himself up and away from this ball of ectoplasm that he knew would kill him. His struggles were to no avail, he was completely drained, he couldn't even muster the strength to keep his head held up and face his assassin. From the bottom of his vision, he watched the ball of violet energy grow larger and larger. Then the ghost and his ball of energy were completely swallowed by a bluish white light. He partially disintegrated and disappeared from Danny's view.
"No-one messes with my son" a defiant voice called from somewhere above him, but Danny didn't have the inclination to find it as he let himself transform. He felt a strong pair of arms, clad in a vibrant orange jumpsuit, lift him from the hole into which he had been unceremoniously dumped and his arm was placed around the neck of his father as he stabilized his son to his feet. A knowing look passed between them and they turned toward the stairs so Jack could tend their wounds in the comfort of their bathroom, neither wishing to spend anymore tie down here, too much had happened and they felt that they would only be jinxing themselves if they remained.
As if to prove their superstitions correct, an eerie green light, accompanied by a pop, emanated from behind them. They both turned back toward the light and the words slipped from them in unison,
"Not again"
End (for real this time)
Oh No, a cliffie, on the last chapter, how could she be so EVIL!
Don't worry, there will be a chapter six but that is seriously it. I'm not gonna have another 'Remember Me' on my hands here. Six chapters. Finito. I REALLY mean it this time.
So, who do we think it is now, is it another assassin? Is it someone we have already met? What do they want? Will Danny be able to fight? Ha Ha, for the answers you will have to come back for the Very Very VERY Last chapter. And I'm really serious, six chapters, that's IT!
If anyone is interested, there is a picture of Arctic at:
http / www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 20499127/
(Except without the spaces obviously)
May the Angles Bless you and keep you safe
Anawiel