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Twixxytink's Notes: On the previous chapter, I changed what the door said at the end. 'Welcome to the rebellion' is now 'welcome to The Rough' (because that's the name of the bar). Also a character's thought are going to be presented like so:
('insert thought here')
I hope you guys don't get confused. Well enjoy and review!
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Lost Emotions
Chapter 7: Basements and Legends
"Sam? Isn't that a guy name?" Chris asked, blinking.
Kevin snorted. "Idiot, it's short for Samantha."
"Ah, right."
"Well, what are we going to do now Grammy? I mean, the rest of the family are bound to be here eventually. What are we going to do with the girl?" Kandy asked, her cerulean eyes focused on Sam.
Grammy squinted. "You said you found her in the Ghost Zone, right?"
"Right," the twins replied.
"So, do we just return her back there?" Chris asked, a little excited at the thought of finally getting the chance of a lifetime. The chance to see the fable ghost portal everyone talks about (when they think nobody's listening).
"Of course not!"
"Awww," Chris frowned.
"Returning her to that ghastly place is unthinkable! She might get hurt, or worse. It's best if we keep her in one of the upstairs guest rooms. It'll be easier to keep an eye on her while she's recovering her health." Everyone agreed to the plan, and Grammy gave out tasks to save time.
"K and K, you two go and clean up your mom's old room for the girl, and tidy up the rest of the rooms for the family; Chris, you clean up that mess you made with the groceries and arrange all the items in the kitchen. The ones you didn't break, of course."
They all set out to do their assigned tasks, having wasted enough time already. The twins disappeared upstairs, Chris was in the kitchen with the grocery, and Grammy was cleaning up the broken Mayonnaise jar (from the groceries Chris brought) near the entrance of the house. All of them were busy, their minds away from the girl on the couch.
I mean, the girl tiptoeing towards the basement.
('FINALLY, I thought they would never leave!')
Sam took a few silent breaths, her head was spinning. Thank goodness, no one had noticed her awakening; they were so caught up in how to solve this problem that no one bothered to pay attention to Sam herself, besides the occasional glance. Talk about chatterboxes, but they had said something strange, well the grandma had said something strange.
She said that Sam reminded her of someone she knew with the same name. What was that all about? What about that 'Uncle Danny' thing? That seemed too weird to be a coincidence that their uncle happened to have the same name as her best friend.
Then again, she was probably being paranoid. And what did the redhead in the Ghost Zone have to do with any of this? And the bright light?
She had a ton of questions floating in her mind, but if there was one thing she was sure about, it was this: this was Danny's house. No question about it. 'Grammy' had talked about the Ghost Zone, and the ghost portal. Sam was sure she had heard Danny mention the fact that his family were the only ones with a functioning portal. So put two and two together and...voila!
This just had to be his house, plus it looked the same ('well, it is a bit different').
But wait, if this was his house, there was many more questions left unanswered. Like, why were these people living here? Where was Danny now? And ('more importantly') WHY did Chris look so much like Danny?
"Crap, we need Mayo now," Chris muttered. Sam could even detect Danny's voice in Chris's. His voice brought her out of her reverie and she got back to the matter at hand. She'd have plenty of time to think about the many questions, now she had to focus on getting the hell out of here.
She didn't have any place to go except the basement. If she was right--and this was Danny's house--then logically, the Ghost portal would be in the basement. But if she was wrong...then she should find an ordinary basement.
She had to move fast, the grandma was almost finished cleaning up the glass.
('Okay, I just have to get passed the kitchen without Chris seeing me'). Piece of cake.
She peeked into the kitchen; Chris was restocking the fridge, his back to her. He was busy with food and Sam even heard him chanting 'mayo, mayo, mayo' so it wouldn't be a problem getting passed him. Just the sight and sound of him made her hesitate. ('That isn't Danny, get it through your head Manson!')
Why was it so hard to get over it?
She took another deep breath. Okay, just tiptoe by. Just. Do. It. Go. Now. Seriously. Now. Dude.
Another deep breath.
('Okay, I can do this.') One foot forward, and Chris was still chanting away. O.k.
She walked by.
('Whoo, talk about anti-climatic')
Once safely on the other side of the kitchen doorway, she powerwalked to the end of the hallway. Running with her boots would be too noisy. Now, if this was Danny's house then the basement would be the ominous-looking door at the end of the hallway. She opened the door slowly.
Bingo.
She decended the stairs leading to the basement, and was shocked.
"No..." she breathed, and was almost tempted to scream it out. "It's an ordinary basement."
The electric-blue of the walls glared at her, and she almost wanted to cry. There was nothing there. Just a metal table in one corner with a computer on it, and a couple of cardboard boxes full of junk beside it. That was it.
No portal. No ghost-catcher. No suits, no weapons, no big, heavy, useless machinery...nothing.
She felt something heavy in her chest, the disappointment crushed her.
+Danny and Tucker+
He walked in. Okay, maybe considering the circumstances that wasn't exactly the best thing to do. But what other option was there? It was either walk in--and probably risk getting pummeled--or, fly away in mad hysterics--and probably get chased down and then getting pummeled.
It's a no-brainer.
"What the--?" Tucker was still trying to get over the shock of the door opening. They
had guessed the password...('now, what was it again?')
Danny stopped mid-way past the door's threshold, "Tuck, I think you should stay behind."
"What? No way man, we're in this together remember?" It could be dangerous in there, can you just imagine a ghost bar?
"Don't worry about me. I'll find out what we need to know and I'll be right out."
"No way. It might be dangerous!"
"That's why I'm going, alone." With that Danny walked all the way in, and the door hissed and immediately shut after him. ('Thanks Tuck, but you have to understand')
"Danny!" Tucker called after him, but it was too late. The door was close, and Danny probably couldn't even hear him. Emotions or not, Danny would never stop being such a hardhead and let anyone help.
He could help too, you know, ('okay I might get into more trouble than be of any help')
Tucker couldn't go after him, for one thing, he didn't remember the password. And even if he did know the password, he couldn't go in there because he was human. He couldn't touch anything in the Ghost Zone that was otherworldly.
Tuck sighed. ('How am I supposed to help when he's in there and I'm out here?')
Moments passed and he was suddenly aware of the silence that surrounded him. "Where is everybody?"
+Danny+
It would have got on his nerves. It would have pissed him off. Maybe he might have even started yelling. But without his emotions all he could do was take it. He could shout at all the pairs of eyes that were staring at him, but it wouldn't be very threathening, or angry, or intimidating. It wouldn't even be worthy of being called a "shout", it would be more of a "statement".
'It' was everyone staring at him, and murmuring when he passed by the crowded tables of the room. It was like when you walk down the hallway and someone snickers as your passing by. You know they're talking about you.
Well, it was the same thing here. They murmured and stared at him, as if they had never seen a ghost hybrid in their life. Then again, Danny was one in a million. More like a one in kadrillion.
He finally reached the end of the room, making eye contact with the, um, the bartender-ghost dude behind a countertop. The bartender had icy-blue eyes, blonde hair, was a little on the chubby side, wearing a plain, white, sleeveless shirt and black dress pants.
He was cleaning the countertop with a rag, and he made no motion to stop. Danny held the eye contact.
"You need something?" the murmuring stopped, all at once.
"I need some help."
"Sorry sir, I can only help paying customers." The bartender continued to clean.
Danny hesitated, he didn't have money except for his lunch money--$2.50. ('Why do ghosts need money?') It seemed like all the ghosts in there were waiting for Danny's response.
"Okay then, give me your cheapest drink."
The bartender smiled, a sort of sly smile and he placed a foamy green drink oozing out of a small, slim glass, in front of Danny. "Here you go...sir."
He stared at the drink, and the bartender stared at Danny with an amused expression. He pushed away the glass. "How much will it be?"
"Two dollars."
Danny fished out two dollars from the pocket of his outfit and placed them beside the beverage. The bartender--still with his creepy smile--took the money and continued cleaning the counters. Meanwhile, the murmurs in the bar had once again started but more hushed than before.
The bartender kept his eyes on the shining countertop, "Tell me, sir, have you heard the legend of the ghost with two forms?"
"Uh, no, I haven't," Danny blinked ('where did that come from?'). "Will you help me now, I'm kind of in a hurry."
"Sure, shoot sir. What do you need to know?"
Danny's baby blue gaze remained firm on the bartender's face. "Can you tell me what year it is in the human world?"
"Sure can."
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