Helpless
Based on a prompt by Lynse
The Wisconsin Ghost. Plasmius. Whatever name they call him, Maddie has him captured now.
Vlad slowly opened his eyes. It took him a while to realize where he was and react accordingly. He was strapped to a table in the Fentons' lab. He looked down and saw that, yes, he was still in his menacing ghost form. 'Whew,' he thought, 'They probably haven't figured out I'm a halfa yet.' Walking around the table was Maddie, the lady whom he had an unhealthy pining for. He tried to move, but he couldn't: his wrists and ankles were cuffed to the chair.
"Good–you're awake," said Maddie, "So, Wisconsin Ghost, or whatever you like to be called…"
"Plasmius…" Vlad said meekly.
Maddie ignored him.
"At last, I have you right where I want you. You, the second biggest threat to Amity Park behind Phantom. But that's in the past. You're our highest priority now."
"You formed a truce with him?" Vlad squeaked in fear.
"Phantom told me everything about you–how you rigged the election in your favor, how you swayed a student at my children's school to hunt ghosts for you, how you desperately want my beloved Jack out of the picture so I'd be your slave forever…"
She picked up a scalpel and hovered it up and down above Vlad's center. Vlad gulped.
"It's time to see what makes you tick…halfa!"
'Oh shoot!' Vlad thought, 'She knows! But surely that doesn't mean…'
His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp pain he felt as the scalpel dug into his chest, moving downward. Vlad shook on the table, jerking his head left and right, hoping his would-be apprentice would be there to save him–not that he actually deserved saving.
"Phantom! Little badger! Help me!" he yelled.
The Phantom was in eyeshot, all right. But he had no desire to help him, after all the mental anguish Vlad put him through. He just sat there quietly, munching away on a bag of popcorn.
"Give him hell, Ma!" Danny said at last.
