First off, I'd like to give a HUGE thanks to Piece-of-Toast/darkspecter101 (Fanfiction/Deviantart). She created the redesign for Thrasher. This wouldn't have been possible without her!
Secondly, I apologigize for my lateness. I was trying to write this particular story out first, but that definately didn't work. If I had waited, this wouldn't be coming for a few more weeks.
"Okay, this is just plain weird," Jake said to two of his best friends as they walked to school. "Chris has been gone for three days now. You don't think her parents are going to take her out of Casper High, do you?"
"Dude, you've been babbling about this non-stop. Just give it a rest. Maybe she went to school early today," Matt comforted.
"But…" Jake started.
"Jake, shut up or I'm going to shoot you with my ecto-gun," Tori threatened, obviously tired of this conversation.
That got the boy to be quiet. Finally, they walked into school. Jake's face instantly lit up when he saw that Chris had indeed returned.
"Chris!" he screamed as he jogged toward her.
She turned around and smiled, but a teacher suddenly stepped in between them, bringing Jake to a stop.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fenton, but Miss Mathews' parents have suggested that you two are not to come in contact without supervision and are separated as much as possible," Mr. Taylors informed. "At least for now."
"What?" the boy gasped out.
Chris pushed out from behind him. "Jake, my parents got kind of freaked when you…lost control last week and they got all overprotective. I'm so sorry. I've been trying to convince them ever since, but…I don't know."
"That's enough," the teacher snapped. "Both of you need to go to class…separately."
The two teens gave each other sad looks as they parted. Tori placed her hand on Jake's shoulder and tried to give him a reassuring smile. It didn't work.
Suddenly, Jake's ghost sense was activated.
"How did I not notice that before?" Tori wondered upon noticing the phenomenon.
"Yeah, I was wondering the same thing," Matt put in.
Before Jake could run off, the floor began to shake and the area seemed to get darker. Screams erupted from various students. Without hesitation, the trio dashed down the hall. They came to an area that had been trashed. Slowing down, they examined the decimated area.
"Woah, what happened here?" Matt asked.
"Considering Jake's ghost sense just went off, you'd think the answer would be pretty obvious," Tori responded.
"Hey, let go of me!" someone screamed from down the hall.
"That's Chris!" the half-ghost realized.
Sliding around the corner, they confirmed what Jake had said. Chris was being held firmly against a locker with glowing green binds. She was squirming around and trying to break free when she spotted her friend.
"Jake!" she shouted in a mix of fear and relief.
"Hold on!" the boy shouted, changing into Shadow. He flew speedily up to her and blasted the bonds apart. In a quick succession, he caught her, flew her to his friends, gave them the order of "be careful," and flew back to face whoever had grabbed the girl.
"Aw, come on! You're taking all of the fun out of this!" a feminine voice with a strange echo scolded.
Shadow whirled around and his eyes widened.
"Thrasher?" he gasped, blinking hard.
Indeed, it was. It wasn't the Thrasher he was used to seeing, though. Her hair was still in its usual flaming green pony-tail with the exception of the bangs that curved off to the side, but that's where the similarities just about ended. She wore a pair of strange headphones that hooked up with a small microphone. She also wore an odd metallic belt around her waist as well as a silver bracelet on each arm. She added some face make-up a little like her mother's with three black dots under her right eye and a twisting and swirly figure under her left. A black shirt with white short sleeves and collar reached down over long green khaki shorts. Grey combat boots a little like her old ones reached up her legs and ended a short distance before her shorts started, exposing a small amount of ghostly pale skin.
"Who else do you think I'd be?" she snapped, but held a smirk.
"You look…different. Um…what…?" the boy couldn't seem to finish his sentence.
Thrasher seemed pleased with his speechlessness. "Let's just say I got a little tired of playing Daddy's Little Girl. Now, neither of my parents have reign over me and I'm free to be what I want."
"And that would be what exactly?" Shadow questioned.
The girl never got to answer as a new figure swung into the scene.
"A royal pain," Abby answered as she rammed the other ghost girl away. She wasted no time in switching her gaze to the ghost boy. "Ugh, not you again."
"I could say the same," Shadow retorted.
"Hello? Earth to freaks, I'm still here!" the new and improved Thrasher shouted as the metal bracelet on her right arm transformed into a blaster and promptly fired Abby into a wall. "I'm not sure whether I should be happy about your distraction or find it just plain sad."
Shadow let loose a low growl. He fired one of his red ghost rays at her, but she dodged. A small cackle escaped the ghost's throat. She swiftly flew over to the weakened Abby and grabbed the half-ghost by the back of her collar.
"Hey, let go of me!" Abby demanded while starting to struggle.
A green glow appeared around Abby and her struggling died down until she was forced to change human. The energy then flowed into Thrasher.
"What are you doing?!" Shadow demanded.
Thrasher dropped Abby's limp body and smiled cruelly. "Like my new Talent? As it turns out, my parents found certain emotions both energizing and simple to control. Figures that I could do the same, doesn't it?"
"So you're draining Abby like a battery?" Shadow summarized as he fired off another ghost ray.
"You could say that," his opponent replied as she moved around the blast and fired back.
The fourteen-year-old was smacked into the wall brutally. His friends ran up to him.
"Need help?" Tori offered.
Shadow glanced back at Thrasher.
"Help would be nice," he agreed quickly. The boy leaped back into the air, ready to fight.
Tori, seeing this, activated her hunting gear and flew up next to him. He turned to her for an instant.
"Just remember…" he began.
"Play my part. Got it," she confirmed.
As they charged off into battle, Chris and Matt stood in the hallway, watching.
"Oh, sure, he lets Tori help, but not us?" Chris pouted.
"Tori has ghost hunting training and the gear to back it up. I don't know about you, but I can't exactly say as much," Matt commented.
"Still," she continued as Shadow was thrown into another wall and Tori buzzed around Thrasher, "I wish I could do something to help."
"Same here," the African American boy agreed.
Shadow was taking deep breaths now. Tori was at his side, also tired.
"This is taking too long," Shadow panted, his eyes hard.
"Just don't do anything stupid," his partner warned.
In reply, Shadow launched a ghost zapper at Thrasher. It hit no problem. A scream tore out of her throat and she was rendered weak when it ended.
"Alright, I know when to call myself out," she announced, "but don't think that means I won't be back."
Shadow and Tori flew futilely at her as she vanished in a puff of smoke. Anything they might have done next was interrupted as a groan escaped from the frail Abby. Instantly, both Shadow and Tori flew around the corner and, after a flash of light, ran back around as unarmed humans. Matt and Chris joined them as they ran to Abby. Jake quickly bent down next to his sister.
"Hey, Abby," he lulled. "Are you okay?"
Abby's ice blue eyes opened only half way.
"I…don't know. I can't…feel," she rasped.
Sorry if there are any mistakes. The document uploader is being really mean to me and keeps adding extra spaces and stuff.
And, once again, thanks Piece-of-Toast/darkspecter101! Like I said, this chapter just wouldn't have worked without you!
Also, the title for this episode might be changed. Just warning you.
Lastly, this probably won't be one of the better episodes because I'm probably going to be cramming too much in here. But there was a certain detail that I wanted to add to this story and found that the best spot to do so was here. So, sorry in advance.