Jan. 9 2020: Edits for quality and continuity.


Chapter 5: Adrenaline

The duo was in the basement of Alex's house. The ghost book they had really taught you everything about ghosts, even how they use their powers. Judging from the book's info, the powers were likely here to stay. So, training it was. With the book as their only way to know what powers Heather likely had, it was all just trial and error.

"Go to your ghost form, Heather. The book says you have to focus on the coldness inside you. It's all willpower."

Heather tried to stall. "I don't like this. What if I can't change back?"

"It says you can change back by focusing on the warmth of your human self, whatever that means."

Trying to stay confident, she did as the book said. She closed her eyes and focused on becoming ghost. When she focused, she could feel a coldness deep in her chest, and, even amazing herself, turned ghost. There was a rush of coldness as a bright white ring formed around her stomach, split into two, and traveled across her body. She felt the slight weightless feeling of her body appear, and the odd, indescribable feeling of not quite being there, like her insides were made of fog.

She opened her eyes and looked at her hands. They were a bit paler than usual. She took a quick look in her mini mirror. She had to get used to the ghostly white hair and her eyes that glowed bright green. The hoodie she was wearing during the activation of her powers reappeared, even though she took it off in human form. Plus, it was all black, unlike the white hoodie from before the incident. Her previously blue jeans were black. She looked down at her feet, and her previously black combat boots were now pure white.

"Ok, I'm sorta used to what I look like. Now, let's get training."


Danny was washing the dishes. Stupid dishwasher never works, he thought to himself. My only day off of work for the month, and I'm stuck with the dishes.

Danny worked as a biologist. He used to want to be an astronaut, but after the Disasteroid incident and the fame that came with it, he decided to do a simpler job. He used to aid in the humane study of ghost biology, but after the anti-ghost portal shields were put up around the world and the study of ghosts was phased out, he decided to stay as a biologist. He never thought he would enjoy the job, but he did.

He finished washing the dishes. I am never making pancakes when the dishwasher's broken ever again. He always hated scrubbing off old syrup.

All of a sudden, his ghost sense went off. Ghost sense? Its been years since that happened. A loud thunk on the roof rang throughout the house, and convinced him it was no joke. He checked his watch. 4:30. Heather said she would be home around five, and Sam got off work around six. It won't kill to go ghost and check this out. For the first time time in years, he had a real reason to go ghost. He always practiced in the basement when he was home alone, but that was only to make sure he didn't go out of practice. This time, the practice would pay off.

He flew to the roof. A real ghost was there, laying unconscious. The first one he's seen in twelve years. He could hardly believe it.

The ghost was not much shorter than him. He had the standard bright green skin and had the build of a ghost police grunt. He had a tool belt with a strange white stone and red gem "buckle" fastened with glowing red string. He had a sash with many badges with Latin writing on them. On his left hand, he had an outdated yet heavily modified wrist computer, and on his right, a bracelet with a glowing red stone in it held by the same glowing red string.

He took the ghost to the couch and went back to human form. The ghost was completely limp. Because ghosts don't breathe or have a heartbeat, he put his hand on the direct center of the ghost's chest, directly above the core, to see if he was ok and not overheated. Luckily, it was ice cold. Normal for a ghost. He looked over the ghost. His glow is normal and he doesn't seem to have any external damage. I wonder what caused this, he thought.

Suddenly, Danny had an idea. He stashed ecto-adrenaline inside the wall of the kitchen. Ecto-adrenaline is a form of ectoplasm which is pure energy, the perfect thing to give a boost to an unconscious ghost. He ran to the window in the kitchen and stuck his hand in the wall surrounding it until he found a tiny bottle of dark green transparent liquid: the ecto-adrenaline. Just a few drops of the liquid would wake up the ghost. He ran back to the ghost and opened its mouth. Its sharp teeth looked threatening, as if they would close and chop off his fingers any second.

Slowly, Danny unscrewed the bottle and let a little bit of the liquid into the cap. He poured it into the ghost's mouth and screwed the cap back on.

I hope this wasn't a waste. This stuff's hard to come by, and I need this ghost awake.


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