The dark streets of Amity Park were open, clouded by that haze of a rather thick green hue. The ghosts had appeared in masses, taking out some places and appropriating others. It was all chaotic before the police arrived, it continued to be and Valerie Gray was rushing to call her colleagues for reinforcements. After knowing the situation, he did not wait for a moment.
On the way, he could see the infested city of those beings.
She pulled out her phone, alerting her friend, Tucker and she would locate Sam. Luckily, she was near Samantha's house, so it had been unnecessary to call her. Some stones to the window would be enough but Valerie knew Sam's parents hated her job and she didn't want to bother the Mansons.
The goth girl was awake for her fortune. Sam was not scary, but she couldn't help to be alert when she heard the tap on the window. A few moments ago, she had closed it after believing she saw something happen.
She looked doubtful and meeting the face of her friend. Because of how Val was dressed, they had work to do. She made a small sign that Valerie easily understood, so she waited for Sam to come down.
Fortunately, Sam wasn't a girl who delayed these things, which was lower than expected. In stealth, not to face her parents.
"Situation?" She whispered, she was still in the entrance of her house. They quickly went to the Valerie's car, while they talked to avoid wasting time.
"Ghost attack."
"Who could it be to be called?"
"It's massive, I've never seen ghosts act like that." Val answered, completely hurried.
She inserted the keys into the slot and started. Surely with that the Mansons had woke up. She hated that car but there was no other choice.
"Will we go get Tucker?"
"There is no time, he will meet us there."
"Watch out for that tree!" The goth girl interrupted her friend.
Valerie wanted to surround that enormous trunk with which she almost stamped himself and ended up skidding.
The open windows only managed to tangle their hairs.
"The cat!" Sam exclaimed and with this, the squeal of the tires was accompanied by the typical cat cry.
The Manson girl looked back, watching the little guy running.
"Tell me I did not hit him!" The mortified voice of poor Officer Gray spoke.
"Okay, it's okay, CAREFUL!"
One more time.
That scrap Val was driving came in one piece, unlike their hairstyles. The face of Tucker when arriving, became the scene in a joke that was counted by itself. With the hard gesture and the frown below, both girls got out of the vehicle that now sported a nice new dent in the bumper.
"Girls." The boy of the group spoke, holding a laugh, for fear of that pair but that never stopped him from playing jokes.
"Not a word, Foley." Valerie warned.
"Pff... I was going to say that you two look lovely, what beauty salon do they go to?"
"Ouch!" A good punch on his arm stopped his laughter even before it started to sound.
Spectral beings flew over the city and it was time to find out the reason. That could not help but remind Sam of the time the ghosts fled from Pariah. There must be a very good reason for the ghosts to act that way again.
The goth girl raised her violet gaze to the dark sky, tinged with a green trail due to the wake that some ghosts left when passing by. She saw them in trouble and some of them didn't even stop to look.
"They're escaping." Sam spoke
"Escaping?" Valerie asked, leader of that team. "What could they be fleeing from? and why make this fuss?"
A memory came to them and the king had awakened, but it could not be Pariah again.
"That we're going to find out." Val proclaimed, while giving the order to the officers who were in the place, to clear the place. She watched the ghost that seemed to lead, Skulker. That would be the one that would give them information, according to Valerie.
"Tuck, my gloves." She said seriously.
"That's in order!" He exclaimed, passing her a briefcase with his most recent achievement.
From there, she extracted mechanical gloves that he had perfected from Fenton technology to be lighter. Valerie adjusted her gloves and then went after that ghost.
"Hey, tin!"
He could hardly turn when he already had the girl shaking him.
Officer Valerie, the strange boy and the ex-girlfriend of the ghost boy, as he knew them. He had just stopped to assault a siege, and that had already imprisoned him on the floor with a single blow.
He really hated those guys. They were a headache almost as similar as the Phantom boy in his day. And if he tried to do something, those artifacts in the young woman's hands gave him nothing funny downloads.
Twisting made him look more vulnerable and then he only knew that he had a neurotic girl screaming in his face and asking him things he definitely could not talk about. He had a blinding light directed at the eyes and was imprisoned with special handcuffs for ghosts.
Denying everything and affirming nothing while the girl went into a bigger exasperation every minute to such an extent that she had begun to hit him.
"Officer Gray... I already told you that no matter how much you wear your gloves, no more than you know." He insisted on the same, which Valerie took for lie again and again.
"Agghhh... " The girl raised her fists, however, her partner quickly interceded.
"Valerie!" Without more, Sam pressed that button that left free the armor that was already half-destroyed. That machine got up with difficulty, gave a glance to the young Gothic, almost a thank you.
"If you want to know something, we are not the ones indicated." He said for the last time, before taking advantage of his freedom and flying from there at full speed.
The frustrated girl turned to look at her partner. Sam knew that angry look. Valerie was like that when it came to ghosts.
"Why did you do that?!" Without noticing what she was doing, Valerie hit one of the walls, destroying a bit of this position that she still wore those gloves.
"Val, no matter how much you chewed on that tin, he is not going to talk! You had been slaughtering for an hour, and if I knew Skulker, he would have spoken much earlier if he knew anything relevant." The goth girl clarified.
Tucker was further back, almost fleeing Valerie's anger. He could swear that only Sam had the courage to face her.
Meanwhile, in the confines of his laboratory, Vlad held that incompetent little one who had let himself be captured.
The man seemed furious at the escape of ghosts that came out of his hands. But something was certain, that ghost with empty head of little was going to serve him.
"I'm the Box Ghost!" He tried to intimidate him. Achieving that the vein in the forehead and neck of the halfa almost wanted to escape.
"LITTLE PIECE OF ..." Half of what promised to be an endless number of insults, he stopped when he felt the young's well-known presence. He smiled widely, then released the ghost that threatened in his hands.
"You went back quickly... "
He turned to look at the one who was wrapped in shadows.
This guy opened his eyes, revealing a pair of red dots shining through all that blackness. The young man saw an artifact in his hands which seemed to be the piece of a machine forcibly removed by those protruding cables.
The older man's smile widened to abnormal levels. He was pleased.
"Nice job… Son."