Chapter 31:

All fun and games

"Egon, Egon." Peter scrammed, trying to catch his breath.

"Right here." Egon swam into Peter's view.

"We have to get back on that ship." Peter said pointing up at the shadowy thing above them.

"Are you crazy? What for?"

"I need that cube. It's our only way out of here." Peter shouted.

"Cube?" Egon questioned.

"Yes, the cube that your uncle gave me."Peter sighed. It was all his fault for letting that thing go again. "I dropped it up there. And…."

"And what Peter?"

"The guards took it. I was going to try to get it back but…." He smiled at Egon. "That's when you came to me. I was just so glad to see you. I forgot all about it."

"And what does this cube actually look like?" Peter went on to describe the cube to Egon in detail. I wonder if it is that thing that I picked up when the guard dropped it. The thing that I picked up sure looks like a cube to me. But the thing that I have glows. "Does it glow like…."

"Yes, yes it does. You've seen it." Peter sounded excited but wasn't holding his breath. With all the luck his had for the past few days nothing went his way.

"I think it's the one I have in my pocket."

"What? You have it in your pocket?"

"I picked something up when the guard dropped it. I thought we could use it later." Peter struggled to get his hands free from the ropes that bonded him.

"I can't get free."

"I…" the ropes started to slip off Egon's hands. "Peter," Egon looked around and saw him sinking. "Peter, Peter." He yelled. Peter didn't respond. Egon grabbed him by the waist. "Peter, stay with me." Egon noticed that the tank he was wearing was getting on the low side. That's not a good sign. I have to get him some air. I have to get him to the surface. He grunted as he pulled Peter up towards the surface. "I'm sorry pal, but you gained weight. To much take out." Slowly Egon made his way to a rock formation. He dragged Peter with him. Both made it into the sun. "Peter, Peter." Egon was now starting to panic. Relax he kept telling himself. Relax. Egon drew in a deep breath. Tears started to fall from his eyes. "Peter you can't die on me. Not now."

New York:

Israel and Monica started to get closer and closer with each other. They were sneaking off all the time. I guess Egon and his brother have a lot in common. They don't like to share their relationships out in the open. H can't fool me though I have been there and done that myself. I see it in their eyes. Oh his eyes…she took a deep breath. Monica practically drooled as Israel walked up to them.

"Hey girls." He smiled at Monica.

"Hi…" Monica said shyly. The day, that Janine and Monica took him out around town out to be the best day of both their lives. That's when all the dates started happening. Janine didn't mind but it was hard seeing his images all the time and not being able to kiss it or have it hold her…especially at night. Oh how I wish…she sighed.

The ghostgirl went around the house looking for something that would help her understand Egon a little better. "I can't find anything here. I went through everything, nothing. Not one thing, does this guy not have anything." She looked in the dresser mirror and remembered seeing Egon looking at his friends through one. I wonder if it works both ways. I wonder if I can see him though it. If I think hard enough then maybe…please work, please work. The ghostgirl thinks real hard about Egon. A scene appears, Egon is sitting on a rock holding a man's head in hands. Who is that? (we are seeing Peter and Egon through the mirror in the house.)

"Don't die on me Peter. You can't die. I…it would be because of me." he put his head on Peter's chest. "Peter I love you!" he shouted. The ghost girl looked at him with confusion. What? I thought he loved Janine. Egon sniffed. "Well, I love you as my friend…" Egon smiled. "You're the only family I have out here." Egon looked round "where ever here is?" tears went down his face. "Am I…we ever going to know? I'm I ever going home again?" The door to the room opened. Ghostgirl hid under the dresser. Janine walked in dragging her feet on the floor. "Maybe Ray's right, a nap is what I need. No what I do need is to have Egon in my arms again." she sighed. She lay down in his bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin. "I can't sleep." She stared at the ceiling "when I do I just think about him. I would stop worrying about this whole thing if I knew that he was alright."

"I have to tell her that he's ok…. I can't she won't believe me." Ghostgirl swallowed "she would have the…." she shivered. "I can't even stand to say it…. hunt me down." Slimmer zoomed in the room. He stood by the dresser and sniffed the air. "He knows I'm here."

"Slimmer." Winston hollered as he raced into the room. "Where are you?" he looked around trying to find the green ghost anywhere in the room. "Sorry Janine I didn't know you were sleeping up here."

"I can't. Well, I'm resting my eyes."

"That's what you need is some quiet time."

"I can't stop thinking about them." she sighed as she sat up in bed. "You think they're still alive."

"In my gut, yes. They're coming home soon. I know it." he slowly walks up to the bed.

"I…" she shut her eyes and leaned back.

"There, there girl take it easy."

Peter coughed a few times. He spit up water on the third cough. Peter with his yes still blurry looked up at Egon.

"Spegs…" he coughed again. "You can swim." He smiled.

Egon tried to smile back but he was still out of breath. "I…" he shook his had. "I need to rest." He sat back and placed his hands under his head.

"You have the cube."

"In… pocket…." Peter reached in Egon's pocket and pulled it out. "I knew that I could count on you." He rubbed Egon's head messing up his hair even more. He lifted it up. "This is our ticket home." Egon thought about Janine. What's she going to think about all of this and…oh the baby. Egon smiled. I will get to see my child. A picture of Janine holding a baby formed in his mind. She will be a good mother to him or her. He smiled. Then his smile turned into a frown. But will she forgive me? Does she think that I abandon her and the baby? Will she let me see the baby? "My baby." Egon shouted not manning it to be out loud.

"I sure am." Laughed Peter as he gave Egon a hug.

"Let's get out of here and go home."

"Ready." A flash engulfed the both of them and the rocks they were sitting on.

Grass was felt under Egon. Faint music filled the air. "Carnival season already?"

"I hope not." Peter shouted. "I hate them, they have clowns and everything."

Both of them got to their feet. Egon looked around at the Ferris wheels and at the mazes. "Well, it's not New York's carnival anyway."

"Just great fun. Right."

"Something like that."

"I can't help where we land. Your uncle is the one that designed this thing."

"Don't blame my uncle for this mess that we are in."

"And why not if weren't for him we would be in New York not here fighting for our lives." Egon walked away from Peter. He knew that Peter was right. If he hadn't ever gone over to his uncle's house in the first place none of this would be.

"No you're not right," Egon shouted walking farther away from Peter. "It is my fault if I had never…" A joker in half purple and half pink suit approached Peter.

"Hey there welcome to Gamesville."

"Gamesville?" Peter questioned staring at the joker. He hated them just as much as he hated clowns.

"Yes that is correct." He started juggling balls. "All we do here is play games."

He smiled at Peter. "Hint the name of our place." The joker added pins to his juggling.

Peter tried to get past the joker and to join Egon, but hit a force field and fell back.

"No…." they both screamed. Egon placed his hands up. What is this force field?

"Your friend both have to solve the puzzle before you leave."

"Puzzle?" anything to get to Egon. Peter thought. "What kind?"

"A puzzle. The both of you have to get to the center of the maze. When you have reached it, the puzzles gate will open. You will be free to live."

"That doesn't seem that hard to do." Peter responded.

"No one has ever made it to the middle alive."

"What?"

"Not one person. One came very close but not quite. Good luck." Peter swallowed. The joker snapped his fingers and was on the other side, standing by Egon.

"I thought…"

"I was over there. I was, now I'm over here. All you have to do is make it to the center of the maze, opposite your partner. I'm against Peter. What? How? The joker smiled looking Egon over. "You look smart, you should be fine. Ha, ha, ha." The joker snapped his fingers again. Both of the men were at opposite gate. "Let the games begin."

"Peter," Egon yelled. But nothing was heard. He sighed. "Here goes." He stepped though the gate. A large green grass maze loomed in front of him. "Remember find the middle and win. Ha ha ha." Now I see why Peter hates jokers. That joker is getting very annoying.

Egon started walking forward. This is a normal maze we should reach the middle in no time. He started to hear footsteps behind him. "What?" Every time that he stopped the footsteps would stop as well. It's just my imagination. I can't be hearing things. He took a deep breath. He took another step. Two footsteps were heard. "What?" he swallowed. He slowly without picking up his feet turned around. He saw a zombie with stretched out arms following him.

"I wasn't about to leave you alone on this journey. That would be lonely. It wouldn't be fair, so I brought some friends of my to help you on you way." Egon ran.

To be continued…