Chapter 23:

Traveling around the world

June 26, July 11-15, 17 2002

The long walk was getting to Peter. He and his group of 12 wolfdogs had been walking for hours. None of the pups got to come along. Master Seems put Spinnelli and Aguilar, the next oldest couple in charge. They would be the next masters if anything happened to Seems or Tibo. Peter felt like he was melting in the hot sun as it slowly began to drop out of the sky. He rubbed his hands though his hair. He felt like he just got out of the shower.

"Look you can style my hair," He made his hair into a Mohawk style. "There's enough gel in it." He joked. With that he got some of the wolfdogs to laugh, well it was their kind of laugh. Peter looked over at Master Tibo who rolled his eyes. He is nuts. He's like no other. I do admit he looks kind of funny with his hair like that. Helooked at Master Meems then back at Peter.

"I guess we better stop for the night. We won't reach the nest anytime soon."

"There's more?" Peter questioned as he sat down on the nearest rock to fix his hair back. "How much?" He was afraid to ask that. He wanted to be in his bed in New York asleep. Yes he missed New York even though New York didn't miss him. One of the younger wolfdogs pointed to the high cliff on the other side of the river.

"We have to climb this side and then cross the bridge to get to the other side where the nest is." Peter cleared his throat and swallowed at the sight. His fear of heights took over his voice.

"We have to climb that?" He pointed in the direction and swallowed again.

"What's wrong with that?" The wolfdog looked confused then saw the fear in Peter's eyes. "What's wrong?"

Another one of the wolfdogs came and sat down next to Peter. "It looks like you seen ghost." Peter swallowed he looked over at the wolfdog. "I see that you are shaken. Are you sure that you want to continue with this?" Peter shook his head; all the fears left him for the time being. He didn't want to tell them about his fear of heights.

"Yes, I have to do this. I have to do it for my friend. I promised her that I would."

"Not many people would risk their life just for a friend." Master Meems committed "Must be a special friend."

"Well," Peter thought of Janine. He promised her that he would do anything to get Egon back. He didn't really know why he said that. He didn't know that this might be the last time that he did anything for anyone. He smiled. "Yes, I doing this for my friends." He felt drips of tears fall from his eyes. "They would do anything for me and I consider them part of my family." My family. He smiled again. My family. That, made him start thinking. They are the closest people that I have to a family. I must protect them. He looked up to the sky. Yes, they are my only family. I doing this for my family, I doing this for my family. He kept repeated in his mind. He was trying to drive out all the fear that he had about the rest of this journey. Peter just stood there staring into the night. How come I end up with the scariest adventures it seems like. I'm the only one. So far things have gone good but well, I don't see myself doing anymore. What if I chicken out? He didn't get any sleep. He was still staring in the same direction when morning came. He didn't even noticed. One of the wolfdogs approached him. "Is he….."

"I don't think so." Answered another one. He jumped right in front of Peter. "I think he's just in a trance. I can't get his attention."

"I know what to do." Master Meems walked up to him.

"What are you going to do?" Master Tibo questioned as he looked on.

Master Meems licked him on the hand. Peter almost jumped out of his skin.

"It's ok." One younger wolfdog said as he smiled. "It's just us."

"Just…." Peter was lost for words. "It was just cold and wet that's all." He swallowed and sighed as he got up. When he stretched every bone in his body cracked at once.

"That didn't sound good." Master Tibo responded.

"Probably not but it happens all the time." They continued up the path. Peter looked up.

under world:

Egon plunged into a body of water but he didn't float back up. It was like an unseen force was holding him down there. Bubbles surrounded him. Uh crap, I scared of water. Everyone knows that I hate it. I almost drowned in my own pool when I was a kid. Flash backs appeared but Egon just shook his head which shook them from his mind. Sharks zoomed in on him like he was fresh kill. "Oh no," he shut his eyes and his mind was now racing. "Now what? I wasn't very good at swimming."

"That's fine. We will take of that." Said a voice in the water. Sounded like another human but something was different about it. When the sharks heard the high-pitched sound, which humans can't hear, they spread in all different directions like wild fire. Egon slowly opened his eyes back up. "How? What?" Egon spun all the way around in the warm water. "What happened to the sharks?"

"Welcome stranger to the under world." Egon kept looking around trying to fine the voice. The voice stayed back behind a wreath rock.

"Under world? Is that where I am now?"

"Yes," slowly a shadow emerged from the rock. It's a dolphin. But wait dolphins can't talk, can they? No way! If it's true then, I guess I'm a long way from home and what's with the temperature of the water?

"Aren't you the messenger from above?" as two more dolphins came swimming in.

"Well," Egon didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to lie. "Uh," His mind was racing to think of something to say to this so-called talking dolphin.

"Great! Let's take you to the queen at once. We don't have time to waste talking. We can do that later. All you have to do is hold on to my fin and I'll take you there." Egon not knowing what to do so he did what the dolphin said and held on to its fin. What else could happen under the sea? I already got crap scared out of me with the sharks. Now I'm talking to a dolphin. They busted though the water like a cannon being shot. On the ride over there, what have I got myself into? I can't lie to these people, if that's what they are going to turn out to be? I hope that I don't have to kill something and rescue anyone. I don't think that I can handle that. If Peter, a memory of the guys formed in his mind, where here he would know what to do. He would just play it all out, lie and be the hero. But can I pull something like that off? All of a sudden they stopped. Now what, do I dare ask? In front of them stood an old shipwreck. Wow, look at that. I've heard of them but never actually seen one up close. They swam towards it.

"Is that were we are going?"

"Not right now. We have other stuff to do first." The dolphins stopped again. Made some shaking motions that started to make Egon feel seasick. They made another high pitch sound. Sharks went in all directions. Egon screamed.

NY:

The ghostgirl finds herself in a what she considers a noisy place. She doesn't know where she is or what these funny looking things are.

"What is this place Egon?" she still believes that he is there in the same place with her. She looks all around her. "Egon, Egon." There was no answer Great, I lost him. I can't believe this. I was supposed to be watching him. She wondered her way, without paying attention, into the middle of a busy intersection.

"Look out!" yelled Slimer, who just happened to be outside looking in some trashcans.

"What?" She kept turning around but not seeing where the voice was coming from. She either can't hear me or doesn't understand me. That's it she doesn't understand. She looks like she not from around here. A bus was coming straight for her. I got to do something before she gets hit. Slimer zoomed in front of the bus making it slam on its brakes. Screeeeeech….. People plowed into one another and honked horns. Some got out of their cars and were yelling at each other. They were blaming and pointing fingers each other for the accidents. Some a pond seeing Slimer screamed and fled the scene.

"What the?" Ray called as he stepped from Ecto.

"It must be another ghost. People don't make that kind of yelling scene like that nothing around here." Winston responded. He stepped from the car and started walking towards the bus.

"Where you going?" asked Ray.

"I'm going to see what all this is about." Both of them reached the bus and saw nothing. As Ray was looking around he noticed Slimer on the side of the street.

"Guess who Winston."

"Don't even say it. Let's get him in the car quick and get out of here." Ray took Slimer by the arm.

"Let's go. Now! You already caused enough damage." Ray after looking around to make sure that they weren't being watched opened the backdoor of Ecto. "Get in." he said angrily. Then slammed the door.

"Slimer, trying to…" Slimer was cut off with Ray's and Winston's angry looks as they turned around in the car to look at him.

"We will discuss this later Slimer. First let's get back to the firehouse and empty these traps." Winston stated as he made an illegal U-turn in the middle of the intersection. Slimer waived at the ghostgirl while she watched them pass her. I shall follow them maybe they know where I am. The green guy looks like he could help me out. She started to follow them.

Terror Mountain

A terror wing was spotted by the gray wolfdog when unusual sounds of wind were heard.

"Look out Peter!" he screamed. Peter ducked just in time as a big blue bird like creature swooped down. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up.

"Is that a terror wing?"

"Yes, they have spotted us." Yelled the red wolfdog. It looked around trying to find a place where they could hide. "Over there." She pointed, "It's a cave of some short. We can hide from them in there."

"We can't hide in there." Responded Master Meems.

"Why not?" Peter asked not really wanting to know the answer. He knew that it might be bad.

"It's the only chance that we got. They have spotted us. They will not leave us alone now but if they think that we are not a treat to them they will leave." Called Master Tibo. Peter looked up and spotted two more of them. They were circling the group like they were vulture waiting for an injured animal to die off. Peter sighed. He knew danger when he saw it.

"I think that we better hide and think of a plan to get passed them." They all ran towards the cave. A gust of wind and a sharp scrape of claws, like fingernails down a chalkboard, could be heard on the rocks. The cave all of a sudden turned to pitch black.

"That was a little to close." Peter called. Even though he wasn't cut by the claws just the sound made his skin tingle with fear. "Now what? I can't see a thing in front of me." Peter put his hand in front of his face, "Not even my hand."

"Just follow us. We will keep walking and see where this cave leads us." Answered Master Meems. Some scratching between the walls could be heard. Peter was beginning to freak out. He remembered that sound from his childhood. That sounds like rats to me, and lots of them. He shivered at that like he was in a blizzard. The red wolfdog that was behind Peter know that something was wrong. What's up with this Peter, is he scared of something that we can't see? I guess he will tell us if he is right? The cave is getting cooler though, so maybe that has to have something to do with it. Who knows? Flapping of wings whistled from above them.

"Don't move!" Master Tibo stated. Everyone came to a dead stop. He looked over his shoulder at Peter who was the only one that was on two legs. "Peter, crawl on all fours like us."

"Excuse me? On all fours?" Peter gave him a confused look, "Uh…..Why?"

"Hear the bats."

"No," Peter stood there a minute listening. He never heard bats before. The whistling continued. "That? That's bats?"

"Yes," Master Tibo sighed like he was mad at Peter for asking such dumb question. "They will not move or for that matter notice us if we are on all fours. They will not sense us." The things that I do for my friend, he shook his head Peter got on his hand and knees. One by one they went through the narrow passageway with bats hanging above them. Peter was afraid that at any moment one would just fall on top of him. I wonder how much longer this will be. I don't think that I can take any more. Peter was about to scream. Peter could still hear the rats scurrying by in the walls. Peter stopped for a minute so he could clam himself. He placed his hand down not even for a second and a small hairy creature stepped on him. "Ahhhh…." He screamed and slung his hand across his body like he shot. The creature went flying across his face and smashed right into the wall. Peter was breathing so hard. "Serves it right. What ever it was." Peter caught his breath some. All the commotion woke up the bats. They fluttered their wings louder.

"Way to go Peter," yelled Master Meems. "You woke them up! Run!"

to be continued…..