The three teens soon stood outside Danny's house; a large building topped with a strange metal contraption and a brilliant neon sign sporting the words "Fenton Works". Most visitors said it reminded them of a classic UFO, with the gadgets and telescopes stuck out from the odd metallic surface.
Thankfully, Danny's sister, Jazz, was at the library and his parents were trying to hunt a specter on the other side of Amity Park. They entered the house, traipsing through the kitchen, and down a darkened staircase.
"Hey Tuck, think you could get the lights?"
His dark-skinned compodre smiled mischievously, his blue-green eyes darting around before he replied.
"Depends… do you have any light-capturing gear around?"
Both Danny and Sam stopped, looking back at him quizzically. Sam suddenly groaned, slapping her forehead with her palm. She grumbled incoherent insults at the boy, before brushing past Danny toward the lab. The raven-haired boy merely lifted one eyebrow, folding his arms.
"Have you taken your medication today?" His manner was serious, but his pale blue eyes twinkled with jest.
Tucker turned around, fingers searching for the light switch when he replied slowly, drawing out the word to make it sound playful.
"Maaayyybeee….."
Danny snorted in suppressed laughter, jumping down the last half dozen steps to land catlike on the basement floor. Rising up from the crouch, he let his eyes adjust to the recently activated lights, turning to watch tucker descend down the steps in the proper fashion. His pallid blue eyes were turned to the fenton portal, sweeping over the hexagonal frame and black-and-orange stripes that covered the door.
He slung the thermos off from his shoulder, taking off the cap and sticking it into a circular fastener on the side panel of the portal. Danny pressed the release button, watching uninterestedly as the captured spirits swirled around for a moment on the surface, before being sent back to the ghost zone.
The teen carefully kept the bizarre ghost inside of the Fenton thermos, snapping it off the releasing pod before she could escape. He capped it again, looking around. Sure enough, Sam had already retrieved the Fenton lobster pot. It was a strange circular device, fashioned off a real lobster pot. A ghost could be sent in, but could not get out.
Sam crouched down, pressing a button on the gadget's side.
From within a diminutive projector, a hollow orb of blue energy sprang forth, about the size of a refrigerator, and elongated at the top. Thin ribbons of light constantly leapt in and out of the ellipse, like a model of the sun.
Danny approached the orb cautiously, sticking the Fenton thermos just a few inches inside the FLP. 'Release' flashed briefly in bold red letters on the thermos's small screen, a dark form issuing into the containment area. Her eyes blazed with green light, her teeth bared once more in defiance. Neon gaze swept over the surrounding area, taking in the yellow-striped doors of the closed ghost portal, and the three teens. Her gaze lingered on the female, jade eyes flickering down in passion. However, once they landed upon the blue-eyed male, the look on her face changed to curiosity to plain confusion.
She had finally deciphered that something was definitely NOT right.
That girl looked too much like her mother, and the boy wearing the cap was freaky-close to her mom's closest friend, Tucker.
Demetra jerked back, suddenly being washed over by the enormity of what she had done. She now remembered her foolish wish, and the darkness that accompanied it.
So she really did go back in time?
"Ah"
Demetra slumped back, sustained within the containment device,staring at the celing while vaugly wondering how she was supposed to get back to her own present. Sure, this was reallycool and all, but she really didn't know what had happened recently, if anything she was going to say would change the future or if she had already whiped out her own existence.
Scary thought right there...
She brushed a few strands of dark hair from her eyes, relaxing and letting the ghostly energy drain from her slender form. The onlooking teens gasped as she fell right down through the energy barrier, landing heavily on the ground. Apparently, it was designed for ghosts...not humans.
Sam was the first to take action, grabbing one of the ecto-weapons from a nearby table and pressing down the button. Green foam spurted out the gun, hitting Demetra full in the face.
She toppled over backwards, coughing angrily and attempting to whipe the goo from her eyes. When she finally did, her dark gaze shot upward, quite disgruntled at getting that nasty bubbling gunk in her hair. She came face-to-face with the fenton thermos, the blue glow painfully bright in her eyes,
Sam pushed the button...
and again.
and again.
Nothing happened!
The vegitarian goth growled in anger, chucking the thermos over her shoulder and looking for another weapon.
Tucker stood silently, mostly in shock.
Danny raked his fingers through dark hair, jumping forward to stop sam before she blasted the girl with the fenton Bazooka. At point-blank range. His blue eyes landed on dema's still-crouched form, finding something eerily familiar about her...something that he just could not place.
He opened his mouth, asking quietly
"Who are you?"
I dearly apologize for all of the horrbile writing... I forced myself to write this, since I really wasnt going anywhere...atall.
If anyone has plot ideas, or just story or scene Ideas, please dont hesitate to let me know. I hit a roadblock.
