YAY! Chapter whatever of Peur Moi is finally up! I'm hoping for reviews…please?

Annie woke in a dark room, her head was pounding and she felt as though someone had turned her bones into Jell-o. "My head…" she groaned and turned onto her side, twisting the soft sheets into a tangled mess. A door opened with a creak and a cool cloth wiped across the girl's head.

"Calm down…you fainted from fear…of a plane."

"Why would I be afraid of a stupid little plane?" Annie groaned and cracked her eyes open to see a young woman in a lime green blouse, "And who are you?"

"I am the physical manifestation of post-human consciousness."

"Oh…you're a ghost too?"

The young woman snickered and brought an Almond Joy from her pocket, grinning as Annie stared hungrily. With a sigh, she handed it over to the younger girl, "You're just lucky that my brother had enough sense to bring you here and not to that drafty old mansion! God, that place is so cold and…" she paused for a second, "I'm Helen Sparks."

"And I'm Annie," she frowned, "I thought your name was Masters."

"It was, I legally changed it on my eighteenth birthday, best day of my life!"

"But-" Annie was cut off by the creaky door again; Hugh walked in and smirked at his sister.

"I see you've met my sister. Helen, this is the girl who already knows the Sigma Tap." At this remark, Annie's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, "Don't worry, I wont tell my father."

Helen handed her brother a bar of chocolate from her pocket and smirked as he tore it open and snarfed down the candy. "You see, we're both aware of our father's plot: Buy the Packers, take over the world, win Maddie's heart, but we're doing something about it. When I was younger, my father started teaching me all of the ghost powers, training me to see in a very narrow-minded fashion. I resisted, and he disowned me.

"Unfortunately, this also meant I couldn't talk to my dear little brother, who was quickly becoming another of dad's minions," she cast a glance at her sibling, "But I didn't know he was secretly sabotaging dad's plots. I had to save his ass many times. But now we work together: I do the outside work, and he uncovers the newest plots, passes them to me, and I destroy them.

"So Annie…what's your story?"

Hugh licked his fingers, removing the final traces of chocolate from them. "She was recruited by dad via the internet. You passed the training, but, there is one question I have: Were you a halfa before you walked into my father's portal?"

Annie sat up and swung her feet over to the side of the bed, "Well…I don't know if I should trust you…but I've got this instinct about people; it usually tells me not to trust people, but right now it's saying I should." She sighed and fell on her back, staring at the ceiling. "It all began back in tenth grade…

"I was a Freshman back at high school, we had got cable, finally, and I turned on the tube one Friday to see the premiere of a new show. Danny Phantom." Helen and Hugh exchanged a glance that Annie missed, "I loved it, watched the entire series through thick and thin. Then, it ended, and one day I logged on the computer and met this guy who said he wanted to employ me…so I accepted, anything to get away from my overprotective parents.

"I ended up in a room with a computer and met everyone, but I also saw something else, a ghost portal." The girl grinned at the white ceiling, "I wonder whether I was meant to see it and become the cat that was killed by curiosity…but I became a halfa. Then I got to battle you Hugh, barely won too. People just don't expect a halfa to fight with human weapons I suppose. So then I went into another portal accidentally; if I had known it was a portal, I would have just turned on the blasted thing from the outside and said I was just a plain halfa, but no! I accidentally get zapped TWICE!

"I was just a bug! A bug in a bug-zapper, but Ian taught me how to disguise my form so that it would be possible for you to think that I had simply been overshadowed." Annie sat up again and grinned at Hugh, "Did you think that's what happened?"

"No," Hugh huffed.

Helen laughed, "He just thought that he was hallucinating again!"

"Shut up!"

"Awwww, poor psychotic little brother of mine!"

"You want to fight this out!" Hugh growled, his eyes lighting up.

"We both know who would win that; so Annie, will you help us? We keep everything a secret, so you'd have to promise to keep ours."

Annie grinned, "Cool beans."

"What am I doing here?" Jack Fenton muttered to himself, picking his way through the weeklong festival, which seemed to grow daily. He knew that his father would kill him for skipping school, but he just needed to get away from the people who continually tormented him.

There was a pie contest, seeing who could create the best cheese-cranberry pie, and right next door was a pie-eating contest. Cranfest was absolutely jam-packed, and jack switched to an invisible, intangible mode to quickly get to the outskirts of the booths.

Jack flew to the top of the festival's sign and stared out across the nearby forest. If he flew some miles in that direction, he would come to the mansion of the late Dairy King, not a place that any ghost liked visiting. An expensive, sporty car pulled up and dropped an older girl off at the start of the long line of booths. She said something to the, walked to a bench, and sat.

Her expression was one of boredom, something that jack had in common with her. The halfa dropped to the ground and became human again inside of a pile of bushes, but when he emerged again, the girl was chattering excitedly to a boy with a curved chin and silver.

His temper boiling, jack marched over to the couple. "Fancy seeing you here…Masters."

"AH! Jack, it's Jack…isn't it?"

"Yes…what are you doing here? Trying to pull yet another person into your twisted plot, eh?"

"You don't know the half of it!" The two tensed up and sparks from their glowing eyes met in a glow not unlike lightning.

"Um…hello…people, we're getting some weird stares!" Annie whispered, "Maybe we should walk somewhere," her tone clearly indicated an order. She broke the two apart and pushed them forwards into the mass of people. A strange sensation built up in her throat, and a cold, humid wave flashed over her. "I think there's a ghost around here."

The other two still didn't notice anything aside their conflict, so Annie left them and ran to a picnic table and transformed. Rising invisible above the crowd, she quickly spotted the culprit.

"Oh man…it's Ember!" Flying closer, she noticed that the ghostly rock star was actually good with her guitar. "HEY! EMBER! Don't you know that there's no hard rock at Cranfest USA?"

"What?" Ember sighed, "Great, no matter where I go, there's always another good ghost trying to stop me."

"Good? Maybe. Bad? Nope! Andletting tons of people be controlled by music is not good! Ever try just making an album and selling it like normal people, I bet you'd get a platinum in a few months with such a good band…that is, if you made a few songs that aren't about yourself."

"Keep talking halfa!" She aimed the guitar at the floating girl and strummed a chord that a chord of hard, pink ectoplasm.

Annie flew backwards and was tumbled by the blast, but recovered well. The people at Cranfest seemed to be almost unaffected by the music though. "HA! Shows what you know! Old people don't warm up to hard, new rock. You've got no audience here!"

"Oh really?"

Annie glared back and then saw two other ghosts rising above the mass of people, their eyes were glowing red under Ember's powerfully mesmerizing music.

"Hugh? Kid who I think is called Jack?"

HAHA! I wrote a cliffy…don't worry, I'll be updating a lot sooner than this one came, No more buisiness to do, we don't have EOC's till January cuz the school board loves tourists and rearranged our schedule for them….AHH! TOURISTS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!