So, yeah, I've determined that I spend an awful amount of time torturing Danny. But, then again, who doesn't? It -does- seem to produce the most thrilling stories... ;)
At any rate, I'll try to mix it up as far as genre and plot goes, but a lot of the stuff I've been writing lately has been focused on the same sorts of topics, so there's no telling what will happen. Just want to remind everyone that most of these are (and will remain) oneshots, and that even if they are very similar to another or seem like continuations, they probably aren't and were not originally meant for that, they just came out sounding like they could be part of the same story. They are all just little ideas that I've had but haven't felt like making into huge productions, or things that really couldn't be made into a larger story if I tried.
On another note, I want to apologize for the disjointed and generally just plain bad quality of the writing of all of these various drabbles. They are all for the most part unedited and really just the way that they came out of my head, so consider this a blanket apology for the entire collection.
At any rate, hope you enjoy!
He ducks, barely in time, as the tips of his unruly hair are singed off by the remarkably cool green energy whizzing just above his head. Launching himself into the air with no intention of coming down, the boy's wish is fulfilled. He soars into the air, looping and twisting in an impossible path. Green blasts continue to streak through the air around him, yet he somehow manages to avoid them all. The blasts are coming from below on the ground and are getting gradually easier to dodge. The boy disappears into the clouds. The husband and wife who have been firing at him lower their weapons dejectedly. They have no idea that they have been shooting at their son. They have no way of knowing. After all, their son isn't dead.
The boy disappears completely, letting his invisibility abilities cloak him from view. He floats downward and back into the open, knowing that his parents believe their prey to be long gone. He silently hovers in midair as he watches them pack their things into their supped-up RV. Sometimes he hates that he can't tell them about what -and who- he is. But even if they do accept him, he isn't sure that he wants them to know. Sure, it will mean no more getting in trouble for breaking curfew constantly or for skipping class. But it also means, if not experiments and tests, that his parents will try to help him. He doesn't need them going around, messing things up… worrying about him. He knows that his mother worries enough now as it is, and can't imagine how much she would totally freak if she knew. He decided long ago that he would only tell them if he absolutely had to.
Maddie sighs in disappointment as their target disappears from sight. She begins packing up equipment and weapons, through long experience and instinct tells her that the ghost is not far away. Despite what many people believe about her and Jack, they really have made several breakthroughs. They are becoming so used to ghost attacks that their bodies are gradually becoming more in-tune with their environments: with the subtle changes in temperature caused by ghosts and ectoplasm, as well as with the slight shift in air currents that signifies their movement. Most of the ghosts are still unaware of the newfound abilities of the pair of hunters. They've been planning to surprise the ghosts, especially this one, and hopefully make a few captures in the process.
Jack Fenton is a lot more perceptive than his wife and many other people believe. He, too, knows that the ghost is still there. Maddie is loading various bits of technology into the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle when he catches her subtle nod. They both take a gun in each hand and whirl around in unison, sending off a sudden barrage of shots at the unsuspecting ghost.
Danny is so caught up in his thoughts that he has stopped paying attention to his parents, confident that his invisibility will serve as protection. Big mistake. Suddenly both hunters unleash a volley of blasts in his direction. More than half of the initial barrage lands direct hits, and he is sent plummeting to the ground with a scream. He groans in pain as his picks himself up out of the dirt, only to come face-to-face with another ectogun. He sighs, "This just isn't my day, is it?"
Jack keeps the gun trained on him while Maddie grips his arm and hoists him to his feet. He angrily rips his arm out of her grasp and receives a sudden warning in the form of a charging ectogun barely a foot from his face. Danny tenses and Jack's finger tightens on the trigger as Maddie reaches out for his arm again. The boy wracks his brain for a plan, furious with himself for being stupid enough to get into this situation… and he suddenly comes up with an idea. It is incredibly risky and has a high chance of not working and potentially getting him into even more trouble, but it's all he has. One advantage of living in a family of ghost hunters is that he knows how long an ectogun takes to prepare another blast and how long it is able to stay charged and ready to fire. Admittedly, it only took a bit under two seconds between blasts normally… and his parents have modified their guns to take just barely over one second. It will have to be enough.
As Maddie reaches for his arm Danny suddenly ducks, twisting around, leg extended, sweeping her feet out from under her. Before his mother can hit the ground he is catching her, keeping a grip on her lower arms and holding them behind her back, preventing her from moving and yet not harming her in any way. Even as he does this he is speaking in a soft, pleading voice, ashamed to find a hint of desperation in his tone. "I don't want to hurt you, but if this keeps up I might by accident. Please just let me go. Please."
Danny uses his mother as a human shield to guard himself from Jack, who keeps the ectogun ready even though he will never use it with his wife in the way. Maddie, however, is not a ninth-degree blackbelt for nothing. As soon as she feels a slight shift behind her she twists one arm out of the boy's grip, spinning around and dealing a stunning blow to the side of his head. His hand releases hers as he staggers backward. Now it's her turn to sweep his feet out from under him, though she makes no attempt to catch the ghost before he hits the ground. Danny's head slams into the concrete with a resounding crack and his vision fills with darkness. Just before he slips into unconsciousness he manages to mutter weakly, "I don't want to hurt you…"
Danny groans as his senses return. His head is aching and throbbing so much that it hurts to think. He tries to raise a hand to the sore part only to find that his arm isn't responding. Trying with the other one, he is able to feel the muscles twisting… but it still won't move. He contemplates this for a few moments. The most likely explanation would be that he's strapped down in some way, but how would that have happened? A strong scent of antiseptic assaults his senses, and the boy moans once more with the realization… he's in the lab.
(Insert evil laughter here)
That's it. The end. No more. I'm leaving you to wonder about Danny's fate, because I'm just evil like that.
If you liked it, if you're mad about the ending, or if you've decided to chase after me with a mob, torches, pitchforks, an assortment of rabid animals, or any other forms of death/torture, please let me know in a review! Even the torture ones are awesome!