Wow…I got more reviews for that note than anything else! Special thanks to Zaneta for that great French…Sorry, I'm just in French 2 and I love the language! I would like to be a little more fluent in it but…wellllllllllllllllll, my French teacher doesn't teach us very much…erg. But thanks for the time on that translation hugs, you must be really good at French, I used a dictionary (heheh). And also Missmelliss, my fave DP writer hugs and you also win….dun dun…POCKY! Yay! HUZZAH FOR POCKY!
Jack sat down at one of the many seats in the lecture hall; he had arrived just before the professor had begun his lecture and tried to make as little noise as possible while getting out a notebook and pen. The other students around him were dozing off, and despite feeling the urge to do the same, he had a strange feeling in the gut of his stomach. He was being watched.
Quickly, he split into an invisible ghost form and left his human half to take notes; the halfa side phased through the floor and began to search for the spy. The two separate halves were mentally cut-off from each other, so Jack didn't so much as wince when his ghost form was sucker-punched from behind.
The attacker, a rough-looking soldier ghost, was no match for the well-trained Jack Phantom and was quickly disposed of, that is, sucked into a Fenton Thermos without a chance of escape. No one in the lecture hall noticed when Jack's two forms joined again, but remained in their same, lethargic state. With the only adrenaline rush of the day out of the way, he drooped back down and continued to listen to the droning professor.
"COME ON! FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!"
"WHY DON'T YOU GO FASTER!"
The girl was barely making the count, trying her hardest to reach the peak of her knees on every number; she brought her torso up again and again in the repetitive sit-up.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, two hundred. Good, we're done with those…for now." Hugh grinned maliciously at the girl, who glared back as she scrambled to her feet.
"What do you mean? All we've been doing for the past week is push-ups and sit-ups." Annie tried desperately to catch her breath, but her trainer was just simply giving her no break, "Can't I have some water?"
"Fine, water is for the weak."
"And dehydration is for the stupid."
The two exchanged glares again and then turned away simultaneously.
Hugh sighed, "Well, I feel that you have enough stamina now to begin your true training. Transform." Two bands of light started at his core and moved vertically to change his entire body to a ghost form. His hair had become black and spiked up into two small globes; the excess hair fell down from the buns.
Annie fell to the ground laughing.
"What!"
She pounded the ground and choked out: "You…look…like Sailor Moon!"
Hugh put his hands onto his head, "I didn't think that anyone actually watched that show anymore!"
"I watched it a long time ago…Meatball-head."
Hugh huffed and undid his hair and tied it back in a plain ponytail. "Is that better?"
"Sure is…Darien…"
"GET OVER IT!" he roared, then calmed down as Annie switched her forms and floated above the ground. "Now, we're starting on ectoplasmic bolts today, but you seem to know how to use that already, don't you?"
Annie held up a hand and aimed at the ghost cut-out, "You focus on your inner anger and channel the power…it's like breaking a board in Karate!" She grinned and fired with all her might, surprised when the cardboard ghost burst into pink flame. "Huh?"
Hugh stared at her for a second. "Okay…so you can shoot pink ectoplasm…I didn't start that 'till I was seven. Next target, try to shoot green."
"Okay…" Annie aimed again and tried to control the anger to get a softer color, but what came out instead was a pale green, and it barely burned the next target. "That wasn't good."
"Interesting…okay, try again, green. Remember the feel of green ectoplasm. Channel the green anger, not pale green, not pink, just green."
Annie raised one eyebrow at him and then turned back to the target; she pictured herself as a mass of colors, the green was uncontrolled anger, there was also the pink (revenge anger), and the pale green (a passive anger). "Okay, uncontrolled!" She shot out a stream of green ectoplasm and stared at her work with a grin. "Destroying stuff is fun!"
The other halfa nodded and gestured at the other targets, "I want you to have as much fun with these as you can, destroy them."
Annie was about to throw another green bolt when a new color presented itself to her: hate-anger, but what did she hate right now? 'The damn cut-outs…think of them as Orlando Bloom and Ashley Simpson combined!' her mind whispered. She reared back and concentrated the anger on the cut-outs.
"Wow…" Hugh stared at the piles of ash on the ground; even he wouldn't want to be in the way of that color of ectoplasmic energy. The last bolt had come precariously close to his face and the simple heat coming off of it had made him jump. "Good…job?"
"Thanks," Annie grinned, "So…Hugh, how much more work do we have."
"Well…we've had a good week so far, so why not take a break this afternoon?" He was still staring at the charred "ghost" remains.
"That's a nice surprise; see you tomorrow! Bright and early that is." Annie dropped out and into her human form.
Hugh considered telling his father, but it just didn't seem like the proper thing to do since it would admit he had been frightened by a student. He pulled his blood-red cape around his now-freezing body and also dropped to his human form, "I wonder if she's any good at math…" His eyes began to glow as he lifted one hand and thought of his father, black flame appeared in the human hand.
Celeste Fenton skipped down the road, her long, muscular arms carried a small notebook and a pen; her only homework tonight was to draw an imaginary animal or fantastical person. The rest of her school supplies were still in her locker back at Spectral High School. The bus had dropped her off about a mile from home, so she had used her ghost powers to get home even faster than a normal human.
As she began the ascent up her driveway, Celeste noticed that the mailbox was filled and the lid had begun to open from the massive amount of mail inside. "Doesn't anyone ever take in the mail besides me?" she muttered. The lid opened and a mass of letter, bills, and junk mail poured out. She rolled her eyes and scooped up the paper and staggered to the door.
"Bill…Bill…Junk…Junk…oooohh…to Celeste Fenton from the DALV Association. Humm…" She opened the bleached letter to unfold a short note.
From the Distribution Academy of Language and Values,
You have been invited to attend a seminar in Seattle on the 14th of November for the DALV annual conference. Many linguists will be attending as well as the leaders in many new forms of science. Special guest speakers include: Vlad Masters, Estil Janyun, Madeline Fenton, and Teal Leon. We would be happy to have you attend.
Sincerely
Shirley West
DALV President
"Gran's going to be speaking at a DALV conference…cool!" She jumped up and ran to her dad's room; her mother worked during the day while her father stayed home and did most of the chores around the house. It stayed mostly spotless except for the times when a ghost invaded looking for the Phantom.
"DAD! I GOT AN INVITATION TO THIS CONFERENCE AND GRAN'S GOING TO BE SPEAKING!"
"I can hear you Celeste," Danny had floated down from his room and now stood behind his daughter, wincing from his daughter's powerful voice, "What conference is this?"
"It's this annual thing for this huge association and Gran's going to be speaking and it's so cool because well…and the date works out so I wont miss any school!"
"Let me see it." Danny took the letter and quickly read it, "I guess…but I'm going with you, and maybe I can get your brother to go too. Don't you think he's been acting a little weird since he started college?"
"Yeah…but can't I just go with Gran and Gramps?"
"Why…embarrassed by your old man?"
Celese sighed and took back the letter, "It's just…you look more like my older brother than my dad…and do you know that Ms Anders next door thinks Mom is a child molester just 'cause she married you? It's 'cause you look so…young."
Danny dropped his gaze for a second, then looked back up, "Just because I don't look older doesn't mean I shouldn't make the mature decision. You should think about doing the same thing. No, I'm going with you; mymom worked hard to get to this point in her life, and I want to see the peak of her career."
Celeste sighed and flew upwards, phasing through the ceiling and her room wall, "They never understand me," she whimpered and pulled out her notebook and began drawing furiously. It was a halfa with white hair, green eyes, and a silver and black jumpsuit. She began to draw vampire teeth…
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Hugh…I wanna goooooo!"
"WHY?"
Annie sighed and held up the flyer, "Cranfest USA! It's the first time I haven't had school interfering with the date! Cranberries rock!"
"Warrens, Wisconsin? Ugh…it's in the US…we're in Canada. Ask Mr. Masters if you can go."
She peered at her instructor, "Hugh…do you get along well with your dad?"
He glared back, "Can't you butt out of what doesn't concern you?"
"No. I didn't get along with my parents either."
"I'm sorry; come on now, we'll go see my father."
Usually it was hard to get past all of the restrictions to Vlad's private office, but Hugh knew all of the passwords and presented his student to his father in no more than ten minutes after she had pestered him.
"Um…dad…I've got a student here who wants to ask for a day of leave…?"
"Miss Duvale?" Vlad put on his slyest grin, "A day for what? Did a new brand of make-up come out?"
"No…she wants to attend Cranfest in Warrens, Wisconsin. It's about thirty minutes down the road from the mansion, and I know you were planning on moving therecruits there in about a week, so maybe I could take her down early and get the place aired out a little early…?"
"Fine…" Vlad reached into his dresser file and pulled out a pair of keys, "One to the garage and the other to the jet…please don't crash it like you did the last time, okay Hugh?"
"Thanks dad," the younger Masters growled and stomped out.
Annie was tapping her foot; she knew better than to stick her head through the wall. Hugh appeared through the door in a fluster, his face was red in embarrassment. "How'd it go?"
He paused and gritted his teeth, "We're headed to the states, pack everything."
Well…that's pretty long, and I'll also be updating during thanksgiving holiday…please review and even if you don't…enjoy!
And BTW…DALV is an actual organization, it's not just another one of Vlad's plots…though it does kind of coincide with one and well…tune in next time!
Another BTW...yes, it's not just you, all of my characters do have problems with their fathers, I dont, mine's awesome! it's me mum I dont get...