Hiya! New chapter, R.V. is having a little, tiny case of writters' block...in other words, due to evil, evil school, he doesn't have enough time to write as much as he wants. Peace out!
"I don't see what meditation really is," Danny said as he replaced light bulbs in on the library ceiling. Forty years of inactivity tended to make these kinds of chores necessary.
"It's about relaxation," Jazz explained. "Becoming one with nature and utilizing its energies to repair your mind or body."
"That's human meditation," Sam corrected as she placed an ancient used bulb from one of the fixtures and replacing it with a brand new one. Each of the hovering teens was wearing two big bags on each of their shoulders. One for new bulbs, and one for old.
"Faeries really do connect with the earth. With humans, it's merely psychological. We draw on the ambient energies of the world in order to heal ourselves. Its one of the basic tenets of being a Faerie." Sam explained.
"So anyone could do it?" Danny asked.
"No. Faeries are exceptionally sensitive to different types of energy. Your ghost energy is incompatible with us, but on the large scale of the world's different power flows, you're relatively close to natural Ley power."
"Ley power? As in Ley lines?" Jazz asked.
"Ley lines are the largest concentrations of natural energy in the world. Between them, though, is a grid work of tiny artery-like pathways." Sam clarified.
"And we could tap into these?" Danny asked.
"Nope. Can't be done. The few beings that can tap into the Ley energy, usually blow up." Sam informed them.
That was as far as they got in their conversation, because at that moment, Tucker ran in, screaming happily, and Blake and Jeremy running after him.
"He won't tell us what's what is up!" Blake yelled at the newly earth-bound and human Danny, Jazz, and Sam.
"Tucker, calm down!" Danny yelled, shaking his friend viciously. For some reason, he was wrapped in printer paper.
"Danny," Tucker breathed, a maddened look in his eye. "It's a simulator. Another world! Everything's there! Everything. I think this is the original internet. A precursor to the internet!"
"What does that mean!" Danny almost yelled.
"It is a computer on a completely different scale from what we know. Bigger, Faster, it is the Supercomputer of Supercomputers." Tucker explained.
Tucker's arm twitched violently, the first sign of the transformation. His eyes were set, completely and utterly, on the full moon low in the sky before him. A feral growl rose from beyond his consciousness in his throat.
His arms and legs strained against the chains that he had been bound with. Danny, Sam, and Jazz looked on pityingly. They had selected an out-of-the-way area of Amity Park and Sam had set up some sound guards and visual blocks. This way, no one would hear, or see, the werewolf as he transformed.
Tucker's back arched, and he emitted another growl.
Hair began to grow at a rapid pace along his arms and legs, muscle mass increasing along with it. His pants and shirt ripped slightly, and his face took on a wild expression, his nose elongating, becoming a snout.
Tucker's jaw snapped open, revealing a newly grown set of long teeth. As his mouth slowly began to close and an eerie, wolfish howl issued forth from somewhere deep within him.
It was official, Tucker Foley was now a werewolf.
"That sure takes a lot out of you," Tucker sighed as he emptied a can of soda. He was looking slightly worn around the edges, with dark circles under his eyes. "And to think I have to do that once-a-month," He said to himself.
"Tucker?" Valarie asked, walking up to her friend/boyfriend. "You look horrible.
"Ruff night," Tucker replied.
"Well," Valarie said nervously, "Would you like to, I don't know, go out tonight? That is, if you're not to tired?"
"Sure!" Tucker responded enthusiastically.
"Okay class. Today, we have two surprises. The first is that we are going to have a new student with us today," Mr. Lancer announced.'
Danny and Sam raised an eyebrow. Tucker, on the other hand, was typing desperately into his PDA. Ever since he had discovered the true computing power of the computer in the basement yesterday, he had been using a small bit of its processing power to hack pretty much anything he wanted to. So far, the techno-geek had managed to hack the CIA, FBI, and the Russian government. Since no-one in a police uniform had come to get Tucker, Danny guessed that no-one had caught him.
Anyway, the girl who walked into the room caused a few more raised eyebrows. She was obviously Asian, but had bright red hair pulled into a loose pony-tail that hung to her neck and possibly some Eastern European or Russian features. One of those were the dim, sad, blue eyes that surveyed the class. Dressed in a white T-shirt with teal sleeves and patched blue jeans with red, steel toed combat boots, she drew an impressive image.
Sam and Danny, unlike the others, sensed some strong feelings of depression and listlessness. It wasn't something that either of them had ever felt before and had a depth that defied description.
"She's Japanese," Lancer continued, oblivious to the tension in the room. "I'm not sure if anyone in this class speaks the language, but I want you to all try to make her as welcome as possible."
The strange girl stepped up to the front of the class. "I'm Rika Nonaka. I speak English. That fact, though, does not mean I want you to talk to me or even acknowledge that I exist. I'll give that same courtesy to you all in return." With that she gave a short bow and filled into one of the seats. Which just happened to be to the right of Danny.
A few crickets chirped as Lancer blinked. "Okay then. As for our next surprise, I'm asking you all to do a research paper as an example of your work to send to any colleges you wish to apply to. It will be due in five weeks. I suggest that you work very hard on the subject of your choice as this will have a large effect on your ability to enter into some selective colleges."
The entire class groaned.
"But, to be lenient, you will not have any homework for the duration of this project. As a result, I expect top results on these papers, especially you, Mr. Fenton. Ms. Nonaka. You will be excused, if you so desire."
Rika gave him a withering glare. "I will do the project."
Mr. Lancer twitched under her gaze. Luckily, the bell rang and class was dismissed. Sam and Tucker walked calmly out of the class, Danny stopping by Mr. Lancer's desk on the way out.
"I can't help you on this one," Lancer said quietly. "You've gotten an "A" in this class so far, with you friends, and your other classes. This, though, is beyond my control."
"I thought so," Danny nodded and walked out. The sight that met him was not one that he expected. The new girl was leaning against a set of lockers looking sadly a picture of something, with Dash approaching. Danny grimaced. Dash was on the war path, he had been ever since he was kicked off the football team for his bullying tactics.
"What the fuck is that?" He said in disgust as he leaned over Rika, looking at whatever she was holding. "Oh, that's one of those fucking baby-ass card games! Damn bitch, grow the fuck up. Try living in the real world once in a while and ditch those fucking figments of your imagination."
Danny watched as Dash tried to snatch the card away from Rika. In that split second, her entire demeanor changed from depressed teen to something that resembled the embodiment of anger itself. Her hand flicked the card away, into a back pocket, the other wrapping firmly around Dash's neck.
"That card is a gift from a friend that I may never see again. We went through a Hell that you can't even imagine, let alone sympathize with. If you so much as let a word against something so dear to me pass your lips again, I will not hesitate to break what little of a spine you may or may not have in two." The declaration was fierce and filled with rage, the very air crackling with it.
Rika sneered disgustedly and threw Dash against the wall.
Danny raised an eyebrow, she would at least make things more interesting. After all, with the constant ghost attacks, beating Dash up whenever he forgot not to try anything, dealing with physical and ghostly training, cleaning up the museum, and exploring the underground catacombs, life was starting to get…boring? No, more like insane. The new girl was interesting. Not insane. He might even make a new friend.
He was running low on those lately. His parents seemed to be paranoid over anything, his current group was stressed beyond belief, and, even with Valarie, their wasn't anyone remotely resembling "normal" in his group of friends.
R&R!