Guardian Force Chapter 5: Ghost of Right Now, a misc. comics fanfic

"Holy crap she's not invisible anymore!" Ethan shouts.

"Yay!"

"Oh thank God." Nicia expresses with a sigh of relief, and begins to place her hand on Brittany's shoulder, but her hand goes right through Brittany's like her body is a shadow.

"And things go weird again." DJ starts as he moves closer to examine Brittany and notices something alarming. "Brittany, can you exhale for me?" She does as she instructed and let's out a large breath. DJ reaches to his hand our to find she is tangible once again."This is a mess."

"So controlling her breathing was her trigger?" Makenna ask.

"Yeah maybe. Brittany try stopping your breathing again. She does as she's told and once again she becomes intangible. Then with her breath of air she's solid again. "Now close your eyes." With the closing of of her eyelids Brittany becomes invisible. "Well that was easy hopefully the rest of your abilities have such easy triggers." He states as he gestures over to the remaining teens.

"Question."

"Yeah."

"Do we get costumes. I mean were gonna be fighting aliens and shit so I'm assuming we get costumes."

"Yes, you can get a costume."

"Bitchin'."

"Wait do you have costumes," Makenna ask. DJ and Chris look at each other with a puzzled expression of embarrassment taken by surprise from the unexpected question

"Well-" He briefly coughs.

"Oh my God you do. Where I wanna see!" Brittany jumps with excitement as she accidentally slips into invisibility again

"Follow me." Chris laughs the group reaches a all black wall made up if horizontal panels. Chris flips a switch on the computer console and the panels flip and reverse back into the wall revealing a tunnel. Illuminated by bright faintly blue fluorescent lights synchronizing on one after the other flickering and struggling to start up as if they haven't been used in a forgotten number of months. Evident by several cobwebs delicately weaved within the crevices of framed rough cracked schematics, and glass cases holding instruments of science.

"Ohhhh a bunny!"

"Not now hun." Nicia pulls Brittany away from the bunny's enclosure prominently featuring a plak etched in the bronze the name Bart Allen.

They take a left turn into a poorly lit corridor due to several failed fluorescent bulbs scattered dangling from the ceiling. While more broken lightbulbs illuminate the corridor from ground level on either side of the walk way. As they walk deeper into the catacombs the density of caked on dust upon the metallic surfaces intensities. The entire area is blanketed in a heavy weight of sorrow known to only a few. Giving off an eerie feeling of loneliness and decay of what once must have been a technological paradise.

"Alright, here you go. Ladies and gentlemen I present-" Before he can finish his sentence Makenna's eyes become cloudy with a purple, her hearing hastily ceases, with nothing but white noise ringing in her ear, her vision goes blank for just for a minute second, then it's back but with a tint of purple all around. She looks up tp see the wall now unveiled and the empty personas of the Telepath and The Reaper staring her down. And just like that the tint is gone and the metallic wall reappears.

"Wait where'd they go?" She ask.

"Where'd who go?" DJ lets out with a confused expression.

"The costumes, Telepath and Reaper. How'd you get the wall back up so fast?"

"We haven't even moved the wall yet."

"No I saw them. Ones like red and black, and the other one has a skeleton spray painted onto it." She explains, while Chris finishes typing onto the key pad revealing the empty personas.

The left mannequin holds a full length red suit featuring black highlights along the abdomen and fully covering the biceps down to the black and red gauntlets, separating the red pants from the top are twin black sashes on each side. Finished with black knee red knee high boots. All framed by a long red and black cape with a loose open neck collar. The outfit of DJ the Telepath.

The mannequin to the right fully cover black suit featuring the rough texture of spray painted on top of the black is the white bones of a complete human skeleton. Fully embodying the face of death, almost the complete opposite of his true demeanor, an outlet for taking on his inner demons to strike fear into his enemies, Chris A.K.A. The Reaper. The group stands baffled and in astonishment as the energy if the room changes once again.

"How the hell did you do that? You psychic or something?" Ethan ask wild eyed.

"Or something... psychics are cheap showmen with no real power, but you Makenna are something different. The expression in DJ's face reads of intrigue as he walks closely around her with his hand on his chin eying her from every angle. There's a long and heard pause in the conversation as DJ makes several rotations around Makenna maybe one too many.

"Clairvoyance, interesting! Isn't that awesome?" DJ remarks. The other simply make another puzzled face. "Clairvoyance, the supposed faculty of perceiving things or events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact. Incredible."

"Can you stop looking at her like that it's starting to creep us out."

Hardly audible Makenna squeaks "I don't mind."

"DJ I want a costume."

"You'll get one once we know what your powers are and you train."

"How will we know what our powers are?"

"We can do a few basic test, and experiment but that takes a lot of time, time we don't have. The best we can do right now is throw everything at you and the kitchen sink and hope you don't die." DJ explains.

"Really the kitchen sink?"

"Especially the kitchen sink." He looks up narrowed eyed directly at either with his voice sturn and free of emotion.

"Why is this giving me second thoughts on being a superhero?" Makenna interjects.

"We can start with basic hand to hand combat."

"Boring." Ethan blurts out followed by Brittany's swift elbow to his second and third ribs.

"Ouch...lead me too the sink I guess." Ethan exhales with a reluctant sigh.

"Where even are we exactly?"

"Yeah a tour is probably in order." DJ recognizes.

"We call this place the Bunker, just a few miles north from the you can see this place isn't what it used to be." Chris starts up while a sparks from a faulty wired strike up from the large computer console in the center of the room. The spark draws Makenna's eyes to a deep almost rust color patch near the console.

"Blood." she thinks. "This is where it happened isn't it."

"Mhmm." DJ utilizes his abilities once more to plant an image of the Bunker in its prime; bustling with energy and electrify with the intensity of the scientific and breakthroughs that once filled the underground laboratory.

The ghost of the past hastily criss cross one another each on their own path to another breakthrough, another invention, another cure another blueprint. Watching them come and go it's eerie to think almost all of them are dead, and no one ever knew or cared. Just gone without a trace, like so many others. Soon the ghost fade into lingering clouds. Then to wisp of smoke in the wind then nothing.

"After the attack those of us still alive came back here and made this our home for the next six months." Just like before ghost of the past begin to form from the smokey clouds of the illusion. Six costumed heros stand around the center table now boasting a large white diamond logo. The students begin to walk away from the main control center.

Through the once reflective chrome walls they wander through the now desolate base of operations, throughout their trip they glimpse several now abandoned laboratories of all shapes and sizes, more glass cases featuring lost projects and unused schematics for buildings and towers, and what appears to be living quarters now ripped of their individuality, now stagnant and barren. All in all I takes the group about fifteen minutes to reach the end of their illusion cloaked tour.

"And finally the last two rooms, the training room we called the Terraformer, state of the art completed with transforming panels all throughout the room." Britanny peers into the open gigantic room almost oval shapes to a degree, but completely metal and grey.

"And on the left the Armory. Filled with prototypes of some if the most skillfully designed and technological weapons I've ever created."

"So now what?"

"The kitchen sink. We're gonna just job straight into it, run a few quick test and pray for the best. Follow me to the training room."

"Actually can I take Nicia?"

"Why?"

"Yeah why?"

"Trying to cover our tracks, how long do you think till someone notices that the Haro mansion is a pile if rumble with dead alien corpses lying on the ground?"

"Yeah go ahead and see how you can clover this one up."

"I already have a plan."

DJ and Nicia descend from the black early morning sky the sun still sound asleep, at what is left of the Haro Estate. While crushing sound of the waves battering the cove of tough igneous rock echoes just over the ridge to the sandy backyard beach of San Diego.

"That's way scarier than I thought that would be." Nicia exhales still a bit shaken up from the nighttime flight as she releases her arms wrapped around DJ with a yellow briefcase in hand.

This is Nicia's first time seeing the widespread destruction the Gors caused, completely decimated the landscape. The printine green lawns now scorched jet black and brittle, crumbling to dust under the weight of her feet as she walks towards what's left of her front lawn. The beautiful tall palm trees that once stretched well above fifteen feet now lay cut down at the base scattered over the driveway.

This scene would bring tears to anyone's eyes but now hers, no tear in sight and upon her face a slight smile of hope.

"So um, how you gonna fix this?"

"I won't, I can't rebuild this house of torture. I couldn't do that to you. It's time to bury this place, let it become the ghost it needs to be."

DJ relents his voice now quite as his breath become visible in the brisk cool air of the late night air.

"Thank you; you really are a hero."

"Don't thank me. Besides one day soon you'll be able one too."

"You think so?"

"Of course I do, if anyone of us are gonna make it it's you."

"So what are you planning on doing with this place?"

"Well I'll just show you." DJ ascends into the air. With the wave of his hands he gathers all of the green infinium particles into a singular tightly compact mass within his hand. With his other he opens the briefcase and retrieves a wide beaker and captures the material.

Now with it gone he gathers up a small batch of the Gor soldiers corpses and flings them over the ridge into the ocean. Hidden and lost forever from humans. He repeats this about three times to get rid of all of the bodies, while Nicia watches on steadily becoming more comfortable with his superhuman powers.

Next he locates the gas pipe and repositions the rumble in order to make the pipeline the epicenter of the explosion. A long and hurling task breaking apart and repairing hundreds of pieces of brick and mortar to make it convincing to the inevitable arrival of the C.S.I's.

DJ descends from the sky with the still nowhere in sight, but it's light beginning to creep in from the East.

"All done?

"Yup."

"You'll really think they'll believe that all of this was a gas pipe explosion?"

"If the crime scene doesn't convince them, I will. But let's get out of here, I suspect someone's had to have called the police by now." Just as the as the pair take their steps away from what's left of the building, a shuffling through the rumble gets their attention. As the turn to examine it Nicia's father emerges completely cover in black soot and dust of the mansions plaster.

"You little bitch! What did you do to my house!" He charges at Nicia in a rage, but she doesn't flinch. Instead she takes a stand after a wild swing from her father she slams down on his elbow completely shattering it and delivers a sweep of his legs sending him to the ground. Nicia sits atop of him and viciously clobbers on his face with her own shout of fury.

DJ simply stands by in awe of her movements something a familiar about her motions. Their exactly like his, precise but frenetic with an adage of savagery. She somehow has copied his fighting style exactly. Then a light bulb goes off. Though he allows her to continue to pound on the man's face now completely bloodied.

She gets up from the beating, rambling to her herself; looking for something to finish it, for good. She looks at DJ in the eyes perhaps searching for approval. He motions to a broken off two by four. Nicia immediately snatches it from the ground and drives it into her father's heart. She walks to meet DJ eye to eye once again and he wipes the blood from her father's blood from her fist. Her hands now clean of him and his influence. Just as the sirens become audible in the distance.

Today, ghost were revived back from the void of darkness to the world of the living. And a some was banished to the depths of hell.

The End: Like a Time Bomb That Doesn't Have Long.

Authors Notes: Okay so been awhile but finally finished this one up and I'm glad I took my time writing this one to make it more satisfying and compelling. As far as abilities go all if those of the remains members will be revealed next chapter and we are gonna get even crazier with the battles and the emotion told within the story really giving validity to their bond.