Happy April Fools Day.
I hate you all.
April Fools. I love you all actually.
He wiped off the sweat from his forehead as he dodged another ecto blast from an ecto gun (god, didn't he just destroy that one?) and jumped up into the air when one went his way once again. A sigh escaped his lips as he wondered why the hell he took up these challenges.
Oh yeah, he was forced into it.
A glance upwards showed Vlad Masters sitting in the bleachers, staring at him with that annoying smirk on his face.
A growl escaped his lips as he felt his eyes flash green. When he heard a noise behind him he turned quickly and, with a huge snarl, punched the ghost in the face before launching himself at the ghost and tackling it to the floor.
He could hear more swarming him and knew he could be killed by them.
These ghosts were different.
They were blood thirsty.
But if he changed to his ghost form, it would be admitting defeat and causing Vlad to raise him as the 'perfect son'. Which was really bad, considering he knew Vlad would just use him for all evil purposes and other nonsense.
Once the ghost under him disappeared by his hands, he stood up and looked all around him.
There had to be at least one hundred of these ghosts.
He glanced back at up at Vlad again, meeting his gaze. With one last glare tossed towards the older man he concentrated on his energy inside of him. He let out a low breath, seeing the puff change into its regular blue mist.
Then, with a fierce look in his eyes, he disappeared in a bright flash of light.
The challenges might be easier if he were in his ghost form anyway.
I'm trying to tone down my violence, so bear with me.