AN: Ok I was learning a show for the past four weeks and am now done doing the performances. Therefore I have more time to write. -does a happy dance-
"Everything is now operational sir." A meek scientist walked up to a very irritated Black Ghost who stood on a catwalk-like walkway.
"How long has it been doctor?" The man wrung his hands nervously.
"Well, um, about five months."
"Five months eh? Well how unfortunate. I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WOULD BE DONE IN AT LEAST THREE!" The scientist began to shake at Black Ghost's outburst.
"We worked as fast as we could. The machine proved more difficult than I had first estimated. Please forgive me sir, but at least it's finally finished." Black Ghost said nothing for a moment and then nodded.
"I suppose it is better than not at all. But next time doctor, I expect your estimates to be a bit more accurate." He strode past the frightened scientist and down the stairs to the main development floor. He caught another scientist by the arm. "How are we supposed to test this?"
"Well sir…I…I don't know!" he squeaked. Black Ghost sighed.
"Why don't we apprehend one of the rebel Cyborgs? Might as well test on some…thing we don't care about." The man nodded and then asked,
"Which one?" Black Ghost grinned sinisterly.
"Let's start with 009 shall we? The rest aren't much without him." He shoved the scientist away. "GO! I want to start the test as soon as possible."
"How are we supposed to catch him sir? He's not exactly weak!" Black Ghost glared angrily.
"You're a smart fellow. I'm sure you will think of something." With that he turned and left the area growling at other workers to get out of his way. 'If this works, I'll be unstoppable'
009 yawned and stretched as he awoke from his morning nap. Feeling that 003 was right in saying he would feel better, he leaped from the bed and walked to the living room to see what was going on. Not many were in the living room. 003 sat on the couch with 005, rocking 001 back and forth gently while she chatted with 005 about something or other. 008 was relaxed in a recliner watching the television looking rather bored. 003 turned around and smiled at him.
"How are you feeling Joe?" He smiled back.
"Great. So what's going on in here?" She shrugged.
"Well it's about time for 001 to wake up, and 005 and I were just discussing what we should do about 002 and 007's pranking and fighting." 009 laughed.
"What did they do this time?" 003 suppressed a giggle knowing that she shouldn't think it was funny.
"Well, do you remember that purple baby blanket you and 004 gave 002 for Christmas and addressed it from 007?" when he nodded she continued. "007 thought he might as well use it if it was from him. So he found it in a trunk in 002 room shoved to the bottom. This morning 002 woke up to find it in his arms. Of course he wasn't very happy but he was even more…displeased when he came out to find 007 prancing about waving a picture of him sleeping with it. I guess 007 didn't think he'd wake up that early (he usually doesn't)." 009, who thought this was the funniest thing in the world at the moment, began laugh very hard right as 002 walked in from outside looking very rumpled.
"What happened to you?" 009 exclaimed through his heavy snickering. 002 glared at him.
"I had to get something from 007."
"Did you get it?" There was a long pause.
"No…" Everyone in the living room was laughing now.
"Shut up!" 002 roared and stomped towards the nearest door out of the room.
"Don't forget your blankie 002! You might need it to comfort you!" 009 called after him.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! I'm going to KILL that good for nothing idiot!" 002 turned back around and bolted out the front door once again. As all the laughing began to subside 009 sat himself down next to 003 and started friendly conversation with her and 005.
"He and the others in the room found something funny about the red headed one, but now he's just sitting there…talking." A figure clothed all in sleek black whispered into his communicator.
"If he's around others now is not the time to strike." The figure sighed heavily.
"That could take forever and a day!"
"Not forever but maybe a day. You will need to learn patience if you are ever going to be a good agent for Black Ghost." The communicator voice criticized.
"Fine, I'll wait here for the right moment."
"You know, you could wait until he goes to sleep again."
"Didn't Black Ghost say that he wanted him as soon as possible?"
"Yes but if soon is when he goes to sleep, then that is when you strike. Listen to me I know what I'm talking about. The only reason I sent you is because you need experience you amateur! I could easily replace you with someone else who is willing to do as I say." The black agent rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"Alright, alright, I'll wait 'til he sleeps ok?"
"Ok, I expect to see you back at headquarters tonight then."
"Yeah, yeah sure."
"You had better-" CLICK, the agent flipped his communicator shut.
"I'll do what I want fag." He turned back to window and watched his victim talking and laughing with his friends. The black agent smirked as he thought of the praise he was going to receive from Black Ghost for bringing him before nightfall. "I'll be higher in rank than that moron. Then I'll be the one telling him what to do." He chuckled to himself as he turned his belt device to cloak and walked unseen to the naked eye away from the side of the house and towards the front door.
002 came back in with a triumphant smile spread across his face.
"I got him! I got him good!" He held up a scrap of cardboard with a glass cup on top. Inside the cup was a rather angry looking beetle, grasping a photo.
"Let me out 'o 'ere!" it screeched in a tiny voice. 002 laughed wildly.
"Hell no! Your mine for now little bug." He hurried out of the room with the cup.
"Should we go help 007?" 003 asked.
"Nah, he probably deserves it." 009 said as 007 screeched in a normal voice from a bedroom.
"No please! Not that!"
"They're in my room!" 003 gasped. 007 came running from the hallway in a pink dress. 002 came out close behind with a camera held up to his eye. Pictures were flying out rapidly. 003 jumped up from the couch and handed 001 to 009.
"Get him out of my dress!" 008 and 005 got up too curious as to what was going to happen. 009 and set 001 down in a play pen that stood in the middle of the living room. He smiled down at the infant before straightening and starting to follow the group. He froze and narrowed his eyes. He rapidly reached behind him and grasped a form around the waist and flung it over his shoulder. It seemed as though there were nothing there, except for the loud crash sound that emitted as it hit the floor. Electricity sizzled and pulsed around a humanoid figure. 009 glared and stalked over to it and crushed the circular device in the middle of the form's belt. Sparks flew and sizzled as the figure became fully visible. 009 bent and grasped the black clothed man by the neck, lifting him from the ground. He choked and sputtered as he clutched at 009's hand.
"What do you want?" 009 demanded unfazed by the man's desperate acts to free himself. The intruder reached over to his side and produced a laser gun from a holster. Before he could even lift it up to 009 he was on his feet, completely alone. He placed heat sensing glasses on his face and looked around the room. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. The agent dropped his laser gun as he was caught by surprise in a head lock. "I don't know what you are doing here, but you are not staying." 009 let go of the man and tripped him picking up the fallen laser gun and pointing it at his face. The figure pushed a button on his wrist and vanished. 009 didn't even wait to see if he'd reappear. He could no longer sense a presence in the room so he knew he must have teleported. 003 came back into the living room with a pink dress draped across her arm and an annoyed look on her face. 007 followed in nothing but his boxers and behind him was a smug looking 002. 005 and 008 were also in the small parade of Cyborgs laughing at the other three. 003 froze as she saw the troubled looking 009.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Someone tried to assault me." He said simply. Her eyes grew wide. 009 hurried over before she could say anything and embraced her gently. "Don't worry Françoise I'm fine. We just need to be a bit more alert." She pulled back to look at his face. Her eyes pleaded with him to tell her that they weren't coming back, but he couldn't tell her that. He would be lying if he did.
The head Ghost agent stared blankly at the messenger who had come into his office.
"Are you serious?" he asked softly. The messenger just nodded once and stood as still as a statue, waiting for directions. The head agent stood and leaned with both arms on his desk. "Send him in then." The messenger turned and left the room and immediately a lower ranked Ghost agent walked in clutching his sleek obsidian mask.
"Good afternoon sir." He said courteously.
"Save it," the commander said angrily. "You did not do as I asked, and by the way, flipping the communicator shut does not sever the connection with who you are talking to fag." The lesser agent swallowed to lubricate his very dry throat and said nothing. "You are going to pay the consequences for your rash actions and I will not be the one to administer the punishment this time."
"Then who will?" The head agent smirked.
"Black Ghost himself. You see, when Black Ghost gives you a task he wants it done. I've been easy on you…too easy. You've grown into a bad habit that if someone gives you an order you go ahead and do it your own way. Not an attitude you want to have if you work for this organization." The offending agent opened his mouth to retort but was cut off. "I have sent someone to inform Black Ghost of your blunders. Now out, before I throw you out myself." The man hurried out of the office and an escort was waiting for him.
"Follow me." He said. The agent just did as he was told. It didn't take long before they reached a tall thick door. It opened and a skinny man in a white lab coat scurried out almost tripping over his rapid footsteps. He was visibly shaking and tears streamed down his ghost white face. The agent felt all the blood drain out of his own face as the escort thrust him into the dark chamber. He could see a black person seated not far from him in a dim stream of light.
"You must be the latest screw up." The form stood and walked right up to him. "You must not be very bright, though you are young so it's almost to be expected. In fact, I would expect it if there were not others your same age who know how to follow directions properly, especially ones that are most crucial to the main project of the entire company." Black Ghost paced around and around the agent who began to sweat.
"Please forgive me sir. I have learned my lesson very well." Black Ghost laughed bitterly at his feeble plea.
"If only you knew how many times I've heard those words you would not have chosen them." He sighed. "Well I'm afraid my boy that you are in a deeper fix than you realize. You have put the whole entire testing in jeopardy." The agent scoffed at this.
"Why can't you just get another test subject?"
"Don't speak to me of things you can't begin to understand."
"I understand that it's a time machine and that you need someone to test it on. You might as well go in there yourself, it'd probably be best for a lot of people." The agent snapped back. Black Ghost seized him by the throat lifting him high above his head. "Not…again" Black Ghost just laughed at him.
"I see you actually met 009 then. Fortunately he is much kinder than I. Unfortunately he's not the one that's got you anymore. I think that you are going to wish I were him by the time I'm through with you, particularly after that little remark." He threw the young man across the room slamming him into the wall. The agent collapsed to the ground revealing an imprint of his body in the wall. Black Ghost strode over to him and pushed him face up with his foot. The agent rubbed his eyes and they focused on the masked face of Black Ghost.
"Ah yes, this is my favorite part." The dark commander said and he pulled out a weapon. Of what it did the agent had no clue until he was struck with a sickly green light from it. His skin writhed and his whole body burned. He thrashed around in agony. He tried to scream but his voice seemed frozen. Blood oozed from his mouth, nose and eyes, as he clawed at the ground trying to get away from Black Ghost's horrible stare. Black Ghost grabbed the chair he sat in when the agent came in and set it down next to his twitching victim so he could watch in comfort.
"Now isn't this fun? Oh wait it's not for you is it?" he chuckled to himself as the ends of the agent's fingers began to bleed from the constant scraping at the floor. "Oh did you hurt yourself? Would you like some help?" The agent shook his head violently. "No? Well I can't let you just sit there and hurt yourself." Black Ghost pulled out another gun. "So I'll do it for you." The agent began to twitch even more fiercely. Black Ghost cackled widely and pulled the trigger. He stood back and kicked the pile of ashes the now rested in front of him. "I'm glad you learned your lesson."