I know it's been a while since I updated anything, but my finals are over and I don't go back to school until the middle of January!!! =D I was reading some stuff off the sight and I thought 'I bet I could do a story like that' so this will go up once I finish one of my stories, won't know which one though.
Maddie Fenton set the stun gun down as their prey finally gave into the sedative and fell from the sky like a comet. They were in the park so the land was open, and deserted. Jack Fenton zoomed by with the R.V. to where the ghost had crashed. The top rod holding the whole swing set together was now a sharp 'V' shape, the ghost in the crook of the bottom point from his impact.
Maddie ran up to the R.V. just as Jack was containing the ghost.
"We finally got him!" Jack yelled with glee. "We finally caught Phantom!"
Maddie herself was giddy with their accomplishment. No one had been able to capture Phantom in the three years he existed. He was a sly spirit, always seeming to be four steps ahead of even the greatest ghost hunters—this is excluding the GIW for they were a government paid system and other hunters were freelance. Besides, the GIW never came close to getting Phantom, but now that he was caught, they would be so envious of the Fentons, whom they despised.
"Let's get him into the R.V.," Maddie smiled, chucking the gun into the back. "I want to run those tests as soon as possible."
Jack nodded in agreement and lifted the ghost from the playground equipment. The man noted in the back of his mind that the ghost was very solid, but that was to be expected he guessed. Ghosts lost their stability over time and eventually dissipated into nothing—it just depended on how strong the ghost was. Still, Jack felt the small added weight in his arms and he paused in stowing the ghost into the vehicle.
"What is it Jack?" Maddie asked upon seeing Jack hesitate to move the ghost boy.
"He's heavy," Jack said, confused. "I mean, he's not heavy but he has weight. How is that possible?"
"It shouldn't be," Maddie said, coming over to inspect the boy herself. "Ghosts need to be almost perfectly weightless so they can fly," Maddie took one of Phantom's arms in her hands and felt along the length of it—from shoulder to wrist. "This isn't right. Not only is he too solid for a ghost of three years or older, but he has contour."
"Come again?" Jack asked, not understanding the word.
"He has form Jack, and I don't mean this form. I can feel the dips and curves of muscle."
"But that can't be right!" Jack shouted. "Ghosts are made of ectoplasm. It should feel like you're playing with putty."
"But I'm not Jack, nothing I'm feeling is remotely like putty."
Maddie met Jack's confused eyes. They only had this ghost for less than five minutes and their theories were being proven wrong already! How was this possible? Sure, they captured and experimented on far less powerful and stable ghosts, but a ghost was a ghost—they should all follow the same basic laws. Like how all humans had to follow the law of gravity, and eat, and sleep to keep themselves running. How could Phantom be any different?
"I really want to run those tests now!" Jack smiled, taking the ghost into the back of the R.V. and strapping him to the table set up just for this moment.
"But, Jack, he's disproving everything we theorized," Maddie frowned at her joyous husband. "How is this a good thing?"
"Because, Phantom may be a new breed of ghost, and we'll be the first to discover it!"
"You're right!" Maddie nearly screamed, taking on Jack's idea as her own. "This is brilliant Jack, we'll be so famous that no one can deny us any longer."
"Yeah, we won't just be theorists Mads, we'll be discoverers! Is that even a word?"
"Yes it is Jack."
"Cool! I just enhanced my vocabulary!"
Once in the lab, the Fenton couple began to prepare themselves for experimentation. Knocking down the lab temperature a few degrees would ensure that all of the vital organs—or whatever ghosts had for organs—wouldn't evaporate once they were exposed to the warmer air. Latex gloves and white lab coats were donned and the equipment sterilized and laid out accordingly on the table.
The subject was laid on the examination table, not bothered to be strapped down since he should be out for a good long time. Just as Maddie was about to make the first cut, the ghost stirred slightly. His brows scrunched up in discomfort and his lips twitched. Maddie froze, could he be waking up already?
Phantom sighed, shifting positions on the table, trying to get comfortable. He curled up on his side tightly, as if opposed to the cooler temperature of the lab, and shivered in his sleep.
Wait, he was sleeping?
"What just happened?" Jack whispered over the form of the confounding ghost.
"I think he's sleeping," Maddie said in bewilderment.
"But he should be out cold."
"Yes, but sometimes humans can shift from a intoxicated to sleep to a normal pattern. What if Phantom can do the same thing?"
"But ghosts don't sleep."
"This one does."
Maddie looked back down at Phantom again and her lips twitched in amusement. It was kind of comical to see this with her own eyes. Then she thought about what she was ready to do, the sharp utensil in her hand had grown very heavy and she let it drop to the floor.
"Jack, I don't think I can do it," she whispered to her husband. "There's no way I can cut him open. I mean look at him."
Phantom was still curled up and shivering, but not as much as before. Jack nodded, seeing Maddie's point. Phantom looked too much like a child at the moment, a very worn out child he noticed. Phantom's face was to him and the hunter noticed the dark circles under the ghost's eyes, the pale and thin looking skin. It seemed almost illegal to do anything to him, even if he was public enemy number one.
"We'll put him in a containment unit and try and talk to him when he wakes up," Jack purposed picking the ghost up.
Oddly, the ghost relaxed his tense body in Jack's grip and buried his face in the orange hazmat material that was underneath the white lab coat. It stirred memories in the hunter from when Danny was little. He would try and stay up late with his parents in the lab, but would always fall asleep and Jack would have to carry him up back to his room.
Jack slowly walked over to the containment unit, which was just a large bubble, and placed the ghost inside, before Maddie rose the shielding to keep Phantom inside his prison.
A few hours went by, the Fentons theorizing new ideas with what little information they now had on Phantom and Phantom himself slumbering away in the shielded bubble. At about six in the evening, Phantom finally stirred.
Maddie noticed that his eyes were rather bleary, which was expected of a drug-induced sleep. Phantom sat up from the floor and stretched his arms over his head while yawning. He twisted his shoulders from side to side, Maddie hearing his back pop, and rolled his head on his neck, as if loosening the muscles that had gotten stiff. He sighed heavily, as if not wanting to get up and face the day. He grudgingly got to his feet and started to shuffled forwards, not aware of the fact that he was in a cage. He was however, very aware of that fact when he hit the wall—head on—and fell back on his rear.
"What in the Zone?" he asked himself, fully awake now.
It was then that his green eyes opened up and got a good, solid look at his surroundings. He rested his eyes lastly on Maddie and Jack, then shut them again and laid spread eagle on the floor of the bubble.
"Oh joy," he groaned. "This is going to be fun."