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Battle of the Century
Chapter Eight- One Final Plea
We slammed into the ground hard, leaving a slight impact. Everyone gave a slight moan as they rose in pain. I then noticed we were by Grandma and Grandpa Manson's house. It didn't matter anymore since they had moved away after Mom had died. They were too overcome with grief to stay here. Cujo got up and shook himself, spraying dirt and flames on everyone. Giving cries of protest, we shielded ourselves from the mess. A Shuriken whirled past me, knocking more hair out of my bun, and hit Cujo. He yelped in pain and tried to remove it, but couldn't reach it since it was lodged in the area near his chest. I flew over and removed it, gently soothing him with words. He then growled fiercely, his red eyes sparking to life. Turning fast, I found myself looking at my brother.
"Drake," I growled.
"Lily," he growled back. He flew forward and slammed into me, knocking me against Cujo. Cujo looked angrily at Drake, picked him up by his white and black uniform, and threw him away from me.
"Attack!" I screamed. We all charged, each taking an opponent. I found myself fighting against Ember. Her eyes had a glazed, hazy look, no life whatsoever in them.
"Attack her, Ember!" Drake yelled before being hit by Spectra. Her eyes then flashed, and he charged at me with a battle cry. She tried to hit me with her guitar, but I ducked and swept my foot against hers. Ember tripped and fell forward, nearly landing on her guitar. I watched as she raised angrily, blue hair flaming. She turned the knob on her guitar to a fist and struck a chord. I was caught slightly off guard, and she ended up sending me flying to the other end of the street. I slid along the way, scraping myself against the rough gravel and tar of the streets. Blood started to seep from the wound, but I ignored it. Grunting, I got up only to be knocked aside by Ember's guitar. I slammed into the Fenton Works building, leaving a slight hole.
She came at me again, but I quickly shielded myself. Ember fell back, her hair losing some of its spark. I threw an amethyst ecto-ray at her and hit her in the chest. She skidded backwards on her boots, kicking up some dust. We then flew at each other, our hand charged with ecto-energy. We pushed against each other hand-to-hand, trying to knock the other off of their feet. I then realized she was leaving her guitar unguarded. I swept my feet under her again and flew towards her guitar. Ember realized what I was going to do and sprung to her feet. Quickly, she grabbed my foot and swung me around. She let go of me just as quickly, and I started to fly towards Grandma and Gramps's house. Thinking quickly, I went intangible and flew through the wall and down into the basement/lab. A small light was lighting the whole room up, and I realized it was the Fenton portal. I noticed that Grandma and Gramps weren't anywhere to be seen.
"Grandma?" I waited, but no response. "Gramps?" I waited again, but still no response. "Is anyone here?"
"I am," a familiar voice answered.
"Drake, what have you done?" I stepped forward, my hands quickly sparking with purple ecto-energy.
"What have I done?" He laughed. "Dear sister, I've done nothing." He paused. "Well, except for this…" He held up Grandma and Gramps bound and gagged. They grunted, trying to speak, and Grandma was wriggling fiercely, struggling to break free.
"Leave them out of this! Leave them alone!" I shouted. I felt the wings on my back start to burn ferociously, but it didn't hurt me at all. I threw a purple ecto-ball at him, only to have it turn into a purple ball of fire. Drake yelled in pain and dropped Grandma and Gramps. They landed with a light bounce on the ground, the ropes lowering slightly. I stared at my hands in a mix of shock and horror, not believing what was coming out of my hands. I then shook my head and flew over to Grandma and Gramps and burned off their ropes. They quickly tore off their gags and got up on their feet, ready to fight. A crash then came from behind us. I about faced to find Ember standing there, guitar raised. Her hair was now a tower of fire. I flew up to her angrily, ready for a fight.
"Come on, Ember. Hit me as hard as you can," I taunted. She swung her guitar at me, but I quickly grabbed it with my hands and prevented the blow. She gave me a glance that showed a slight bit of shock. Focusing hard, I then made my hands glow with a raging fire. Quickly, they spread throughout her guitar and incinerated it. The ashes dropped to the ground, smoldering, and no bit of her guitar was left. As I glanced at her, I saw her eyes had lost their hazy look. They soon shone brightly with a vivid green, like most of the ghosts' eye colors.
"Huh? Where am I?" she murmured, coming out of her daze.
"You're in a battle in Amity Park. Your side is with my brother, Drake, Dan Phantom, and Pariah Dark. You were attacking me until I burned your guitar to ashes," I explained.
"I was on Pariah Dark's side?!" she asked, her eyes going wide. "I'm sticking on your side, baby pop. Who are you anyway?"
"Lily Phantom, daughter of the late Danny Phantom and late Sam Manson and sister of Drake Plasmius, my brother."
"The guy we're fighting against?"
"The very one."
"Ouch. That bites."
"Yeah, I know."
She then looked down at the ground. "Who are the old geezers?"
I glared at her. "Those would be my grandparents, Jack and Maddie Fenton."
"The ghost hunters?"
"Yep."
"Then why aren't they attacking your brother?"
"Huh?" I said, turning around. I noticed that she was right. They were staring at Ember and me life we were the enemies. I flew down to them. "Gramps? Grandma? What are you guys doing? You're supposed to be attacking Drake, not staring at us." I then looked closely at them. Their eyes…I thought. Their eyes were cold and lifeless, no lively spark at all. The colors had vanished from their eyes, too; they were now a listless gray. I flew backwards. "You're not Grandma and Gramps," I whispered. Snapping up, I glared at Drake. "What did you do to them?" I growled.
He simply gave me a cold, empty smile. "What have I done?" he repeated. "Lily, I've done nothing. Check for yourself."
"I did. That's not Grandma and Gramps. Where are they?"
He laughed. "That is them, dear sister. On the outside, anyway."
I flew up to him angrily and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, slamming him against the wall. "That's not them," I growled in a low whisper. "Now, where are they?"
"Damn it, Lily, check for yourself! They're there for the most part!" he yelled.
"Ember, would you mind?" I asked, pointing my hand at him.
"Not at all," she smirked, flying over to him, ready from some payback. While she attacked him, I flew over to Grandma and Gramps again. Their eyes still held no life or color whatsoever. Gently, I lit up my hands, making sure it was just ecto-energy, and pushed against their stomachs. Two ghosts flew out of them, Box Lunch and a knight. Grandma and Gramps fell forward from the ghosts flying out of them. I charged up some ecto-fire in my hands and shot it at them, sending them smacking into the wall. They slumped forward, unconscious from the attack. Not very powerful ghosts, I laughed to myself. I then watched as Ember started to beat Drake to a pulp, chuckling to myself. Then, I remembered Grandma and Gramps.
"Grandma? Gramps?" I said. "C'mon, you guys, it's time to get up now." I reached over and tapped them, finding them to be stone cold. I froze in fear, but quickly shook it off. It's probably from the ghosts being inside of them, I comforted myself. "Grandma, c'mon, time to get up now. You too, Gramps." They didn't move a muscle. I watched for any sign of movement, and finally noticed that they weren't breathing. My eyes went wide, and I gasped, all of my functions stopping dead in their tracks.
"Grandma?" I whispered, my eyes watering. "Gramps? Please, no." They still didn't move. "Please, you've got to get up. You just have to." I put my fingers to their necks, searching for a pulse, but found none. "No," I whispered, choking on my tears. "Please, God, no." Placing my hand on their chests, I searched for a beating heart, even the slightest murmur of one. I refused to believe that they were dead, they just couldn't be. Sadly, I found none. Tears poured out of my eyes like little rivers, running down my face.
"No!" I wailed. "Grandma, Gramps, please wake up! I can't do this without you!" I watched as Ember and Drake stopped fighting to look at me, wondering what was wrong. I laid my head down on Grandma's chest, changing back to my still-disguised human form. "Please come back," I whispered, crying my heart out. "Please," was my final plea before I closed my eyes, falling into unconsciousness once more.
Please don't hurt me! (Ducks) You'll understand why I did that in later chapters, I think. I hope you still like the chapter, though. It took me forever to finally get this on here because the document thing wouldn't work, plus me being sick and all. I'll still try to update as soon as possible. R&R please! L8r!
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