DannyMay 2019. Day One.

"Crossing"

I have no idea how this came to exist, but it was probably my best friend's fault. Pardon my gramma but do point it out, I finished and transcribed this right now and couldn't really proof-read it.

Edited 18/10/2020: I was doing some editing and then noticed I haven't published this? Anyway, here it is.

Sam went through the ghost portal, feeling even through the Specter Speedster's defenses the shift between dimensions; the world of the living and the world of the dead. In the back of her mind, she odñy wondered if this was what it felt like to die, if in her last moments she would know it, feel it in her being as she felt it now all around her, in the throbbing in her head as her brains somehow knew it shouldn't be here. Was this how Danny felt whenever he transformed? If so, he didn't show how fazing it really was.

The girl shook her head to clear it away from these thoughts, they didn't matter at the moment. She had something else to do.

Walker looked down at the criminal sitting in front of him. Such a perverted mind, only looking for chaos, traspassing into the ghost zone from the living world… it sickened him.

"I will ask this one last time," then, he loomed over his prisoner, increasing his size as he did so for the desired effect. "will you confess to your crimes willingly?" When he only got an owlishly blink in response, the ghost straightened but kept his eyes fixed on the criminal. "Fine," he spat. "then be it that way."

The vehicle phased through the jail's wall, breaking nothing but the order as the inmates quickly took advantage of the distracted guards and started a riot.

San exited the speedster with ecto-guns at the ready. She blasted her way through, but her smaller frame gave her an advantage of -not exactly no-being-noticed, given her dramatic entrance, but- sneaking through the havock she had unremorsely unleashed. That and phasing thought stuf, too. And all the practice with ghost-hunting, of course.

After shooting off the guards following her, she finally left the room, and ran into the last ghost she thought of finding there -although thinking better of it, he was only one of several ghosts that had no business being there-.

"Poindexter?"

The boy looked at her from his crouching next to the threshold leading to the cafeteria where Sam had arrived. "Oh, uhm, hey, Sam. Not to be nosy but, besides starting a prison riot, what brings you here today?"

She looked around and walked down the hallway, ready to shoot if needed again. "I'm looking for someone. Someone important to me." She glanced at him and saw the ghost had been nerviously following her. "Do you know where Walker is?" She questioned.

"He, uhm," Sidney swallowed, idly bumping his fingers against each other. "He's usually in the- the interrogation room. Y-you know… interrogating." He loked at her again, and jumped when he found the human teen staring intently at him.

"Show me."

Nodding, Sidney knew he shoul've just stayed put until things calmed down. Amity kids were always trouble since he was alive.

Walker held up the prisoner that, to this day, was the toughest psycho he had faced. Never recoiling, only staring and mocking him, uncaring for the law.

"You asked for this…" He said as he held up a fist, ready to strike.

"Let him go!" A blast hit him on the head, and he dropped the criminal, who hissed in protest.

Walker turned around, and saw one of the two kids on his "Humans to Capture" list.

"I should have known…" He said with narrowed eyes. Of course an associate of the ghost boy would have ties with his current victim charge, who ran quickly towards the girl and jumped into her waiting arms.

"Oh, Shade! I was so worried!" Sam embraced the feline as it purred.

The goth looked ahead to the idiot that had taken her lost cat as a threat and arrested him. For the realms! How stupid could a ghost be?

The distant "BEWARE!" followed by a thump and a grunt reminded her of the facts. "Sidney," she said, not taking her eyes off the imposing ghost facing her. "take Shade and keep him safe, understood?" The boy hesitantly nodded and quickly approached her to take the annoyed cat and scurry away with a hig-pitched, 'eeeehhh' at Walker's glare. Yeah, he was in trouble.

Sam glared up at Walker. Walker glared down at Sam.

Her fingers twitched, ready to use again her ecto-gun, even as her breath became laboured from the effort.

Walker analyzed the young delinquent, thinking of the best way to retain a living human because, as proven before, these could go through physical objects when in the Ghost Zone; so even if she was restained and knocked out, she could escape once she woke up. Fine, he would have to end her and then arrest her.

"It is a crime to aid a criminal," he said, and was suddenly looming over Sam from his spot. "specially one about to be prosecuted from its many offenses."

The goth put her hands on her hips, canting them slightly.

"Well then, it's a good thing I did my paperwork through Up-Dawg." She told him smugly, her insides churning with anticipation.

With narrowed eyes, the ghost asked "What is 'Up-Dawg'?"

Her smile was a victorious one. "Nothin' much, what's up with you?"

The shots were immediate. Sam rolled to the right as a last from Walker's hand hit the spot she had been standing on, shooting her own ecto-blasts with experience-earned dexterity. The ghost easily avoided one, two, three blasts that would have thrown down any of his officers but, when the fourth did hit, it only ruffled him.

"Do you really thing you can beat me with that? He put up a shield with both hands and then threw it at the girl, sending them flying against a wall too quickly for her to pass through, ecto-gun skittering on the floor away from her.

"Uhg…"

"Scum like you are the reason I still exist." He lifted her up by the neck, his hand closing tightly around it. "Did you really think you could come here, start a riot, free a prisoner and go? Just like that and by yourself?"

"O' cur' n't, d'mass." She barely croacked.

"What did you say?!" Walker demanded, losening his grip just the slightest on his unarmed enemy.

Sam coughed, the sound of it dry and rough; then, she smiled, a show of pure teeth. "Of course not, dumbass."

"PASSWORD ACCEPTED." Said a voice from Sam's belt. "SPECTER DEFLECTOR ACTIVATED."

Electricity coursed through Sam -not a cell in her body affected- and threw Walker away from her. "I'm not an idiot as to try and come here by myself." She said from the spot on the floor where she had been dropped.

"You…!"

"Me…" She casually sank her head through the floor.

The Deflector had been upgraded and was now programmed to deflect sentient (or enoughly so) ectoplasmic entities and attacks of these, so she could easily slip through physical objects withouth these being thrown away from her.

"And! That's my cue!" She stood up as Walker tried with far-range attacks, only for these to bounce off each with an electric snap. She walked two steps to her right and, with a final salute, phased through the floor, leaving a bellowing Walker behind.

Cushioned by the Specter Speedster's back seat, Sam landed back into safety, with Tucker sealing the ship, Danny fending off guards and Shade waiting for her on Sidney's lap.

"Hit it." She said, her friend complying and speeding away from there at full speed.

"Remember our deal!" Sidney told her as he handed her her familial.

"Yeah, yeah. We drop you in your lair away from Walker as a thanks for helping me find Shade."

"Sorry again." Said Danny, absently shooting away their pursuers. "I should have made sure dad had closed the portal before telling you it was safe to let your cat out…"

"Don't worry, you didn't mean for Shade to wander off to the Ghost Zone and be caught by Walker." The goth reassured him with a small smile, the feline purring happily in her arms.

"What d'you guys think Walker carged Shade with?" Tucker asked, not taking his eyes off their route. "Unauthorized spitting of fur?"

The four teens snickered at that, the cat closing its eyes calmly.

At least for now, they wouldn't know of his sins.

Ah, yes, May of 2019, also known as the month in which I had such executive disfunction and depression that I couldn't even finish the event I had been waiting for months at that point. Which is sad since I'm reading what I wrote again and am liking what I did.