Author's Notes: I decided to put the interrogation in one chapter, and the capture in another. It's the same story still though. Probably the shortest a chapter will get in this story as well.
Chapter III
Interrogations
My eyes fluttered open as I regained consciousness. I stirred slightly, my whole body feeling as if it would fall apart at any given moment. I moved my right arm, the uninjured one, and felt as if I were being pulled back. Were my muscles that sore? But as I looked behind me, I saw that my arms and feet were tied to a rickety chair.
I gazed around the room that the chair was standing in. It seemed so vague...so familiar. It wasn't until a few moments did I realize that I was sitting in my parents' lab. I breathed in deeply, and let out an exasperated sigh.
My head rolled to my left shoulder, as I heard the shuffle of feet coming down the stairs to the entrance of the lab. I had to strain my eyes to see who was entering. I could hear my father's booming voice echoing throughout the lab.
"We've got him this time!" He said with a slight roar of selflessness.
Clenching my eyes shut, I listened as their footsteps neared toward me. I could feel my mother's presence behind me as she clutched my shoulders tightly. I gasped out in pain, but she did not let go. My father brought up a rolling chair and sat in it, making it slightly lower closer to the ground.
"Wake up!" My father's voice rang through my ears. I disobeyed his wishes, and clenched them tighter.
"Careful, Jack!" My mother said briskly. "Don't spook him!"
My father violently shook my shoulders, apparently ignoring my mother's requests. I wrenched my eyelids open and stared at my father, my green eyes illuminating his face in the darkness.
My eyes narrowed toward my father. "I'm awake!" I glared. "Jeez!"
My father released his hands from me, and looked from me, to my mother, to me once more.
"Phantom," my father said sternly, staring deeply into my eyes. "Do you know why you're here?"
My throat became clogged, my heart began to thump. I couldn't speak, so I shook my head. My father's serious gaze did not fade.
My mother's shrill voice came up from behind me. "Because we need answers!" She blurted. My father raised a finger to his lips.
"SHHHH!" He muttered.
I did not move as my father's saliva touched my face. I was in too much pain.
"What is your purpose here?" My father spat. I grimaced at his question. Purpose? Did I have one? I nodded slowly, my head throbbing. My father jeered his head closer to me, narrowing his eyes in my direction
"What is it?" He urged.
I fidgeted in my seat. "Purpose?" I asked curiously. "What are you talking about?" I averted my eyes to the floor. My father leaned in closer to me. So close I could feel his nose pressing firmly against mine.
"The reason you became a ghost," My father said, his voice lowered his voice so much that I was nearly positive that my mother could not hear him. I did not answer as my father questioned
I watched as my father stood up to retrieve something from behind my chair. Too weak to move, I watched as my father had the Fenton Snatcher placed in his arms. I gulped, and clenched my jaw shut tight.
"Tell us!" My father warned. "Or else."
I didn't know what to do. My head throbbed with pain as I felt my hand being touched my something, but I couldn't tell. My breath was unsteady as I closed my eyes. "Tell us!" My father repeated, his teeth gritted.
When I did not respond, I felt a burning sensation surge through my body. I could hardly scream as my father hovered above me, his face stretching a maniac grin. When the pain ceased, I remained sitting in the chair, gasping for breath.
"Well, Ghost Boy?" I heard my mother's chime from behind. "What will you tell us now?"
My pain seemed to give me a chance to talk. "Honestly," I said weakly, my voice so low I could hardly hear it myself. "I have no clue."
My father fingered the Fenton Snatcher. He rubbed at a scratch that he had obtained from somewhere. "A ghost that doesn't know his own purpose," He stated as he stroke his chin, still staring at his weapon. "Either this is the discovery of the century, or you're lying." He added pointing at me accusingly.
"What was your motivation for attacking Amity Park and its citizens?" I heard sharply from behind me. I flinched.
"I didn't." I muttered, pulling at the ropes attached to my wrist. My mother appeared in front of my face, her eyes hidden behind her red goggles.
"Oh really?" She inquired. "Then how is it that every time there's trouble, YOU'RE always there?"
I felt outraged. Would they ever get it? "That's because I'm there to STOP the trouble. Which, I gotta add, it caused by OTHER ghosts! I have NOTHING to do with it!" If my arms weren't tied, I was nearly certain that my arms would be flinging in the air at this time.
At my parents' unconvinced stares, I added, "Okay, so I might miss the other ghosts and hit something. But in my own defense, I don't do it intentionally!"
The two occupants in the room stared at me with "LIAR!" painted over their faces. I sighed. What else could I do?
"Where did you come from?" My father asked me perplexedly.
I felt my strength slowly returning. "Well," I said. "I came from here. Amity Park and--"
"SO YOU ARE HAUNTING US!" My father bellowed.
"Let me finish!" I told my father angrily, gritting my teeth. They stared at me anxiously as I searched for a lie. A story to tell them. But I couldn't. I stammered as I spilt out a lie.
"You see, a while back, I erm...I was fourteen. And I was murdered, even though my mom...she ah...protected me. I grew up here, and when she died as well as I did, I roam here to protect the city like my...my mom." I averted my eyes from them both and stared at the floor.
"Man, they're not gonna believe that." I thought furious at my bad lying skilled.
"Hmmm," She said slowly, scratching her chin. "I have a son your age. He's about your size too. In fact...no. It can't be."
My body tensed up with worry. "Oh crud, she couldn't have figured it out already!" I thought with fear.
"Don't be delusional Madeline." My mom muttered shaking her head. "There's no possible way…"
My father turned to my mother, and I sank in my chair. "Maddie," He said softly. "What are you saying?"
My mother indicated toward me. "Look at him!" She urged my father. When he gave her a skeptical look, she continued. "I mean up close! Look at his features, his...body build. His voice, it sounds so similar to…Who does he remind you of?"
"Uh…" My Dad said squinting at me. "George Clooney?"
My mother stared at him for a moment, a ripple of fear shot rapidly across her face. She ignored my father's remark, and said "I have no idea where you think he's George Clooney…"
"Well," My father said slowly. "Who does he remind you of?"
"Oh my god, she did figure it out!"
"Jack..." My mother shook her head. "Look closely!"
My mom grabbed my dad's head and pointed it towards me. He examined me as my mom did. My heartbeat was faster than ever before. So this was what it was like, the fear of exposure.
"B-but Maddie..." My father stuttered. "I know he looks alot like him, and has the same name, and almost the same voice. That doesn't mean..."
My mom walked up to me elegantly but slowly. If her eyes were visible, they would be filled with great fear for sure. She kneeled down and gazed into my eyes.
"Danny, is that you?"
And with that… I give you a CLIFFIE! HAHA! I really hope you all can get into this story! The adventures not over! It's barely begun! So keep reading, while I have some fun. (Ha, I pulled a ghost writer.) But seriously, there's over twenty chapters in for this, I left out one detail in the summary that made all those chapters. You'll find out in good time…
Thankies Lisa! YOU ROCK!
Next Chapter: Government Property Categorized as: Drama/Angst
Keep reading…………………...Please?
-Serenity the Fallen-
