-wails angrily- I totally misplaced my original chapter titles! In fact, I misplaced the notebook all together! BAD SHINY! I gotta clean my room...

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15. Not Exactly Chinese Water Torture

"So, explain to me why we're on the roof of this place," Eric asked the teenager, who was looking down over the parking lot and nodding to himself. "I mean, we're not going to be able to fight... ghosts up here."

Phantom turned to the CSI, his fierce gaze piercing straight through his eyes. "I know that. If we're going to face these guys, though, we're going to need a little bit more than back-up from a couple of friends. They're ghosts, Eric- they're not affected by human weapons. We can take them when we have some ghost equipment."

The Hispanic raised an eyebrow. "And you know where to get this stuff?"

"Yeah. I really don't want to say anything more than that, though."

"You got any plan on getting there?" Eric asked skeptically. "We're nearly 1500 miles away from Amity Park."

Phantom pursed his lips. This was going to be a severe problem. He had no idea how fast he'd have to fly in order to make it to Amity Park and back in just a few short hours. His eyes turned to the watch on Eric's hand. "What time is it right now?"

He looked down and frowned. "8:15. How come?"

The teenage hero grabbed the CSI's hand, a weary glint in his eyes. "We've got a long way to go. You up for a long flight in the arms of a ghost?"

"You can't carry me for 1500 miles!" Eric practically yelled at the top of his lungs.

Phantom snorted. "True. But I sure as hell can try, can't I?"

With this final remark, he leapt forward and began to soar off into the skies towards his home. He didn't plan on staying there for long, though- hopefully, a couple of hours would do the trick to try and grab some equipment and hurry back to Miami as best as they could.

Ryan sat there, panting heavily and gripping his hands the best he could without screaming. This was unbearable. He had gotten slightly used to those stupid pokes Plasmius had issued on the bubble, but now he was just going insane, plain and simple.

It wasn't very clear what the man was going to do to him, but he did know that it had something to do with ghosts. Snarling angrily and glaring at the forty year old bachelor, he reached out and touched the bubble as best as he could without issuing another scream. He was right there in front of him, an idiotic grin plastered up on his face. His voice was casual. "You enjoying yourself, Ryan?"

"What do you think, you crazed up fruit loop?!" he shot back. "I feel like an animal in this cage! You're treating me as if I'm some sort of freakin' experiment!"

The hand hit the bubble once more- except this time, it popped. Ryan suddenly felt a rush of fresh air overtake his body, and he fell to the floor, spluttering. A gloved hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed him by the neck, and he was shoved up against a wall. His eyes were interlocked with Plasmius' blood red ones, which were hateful and malicious. "You listen to me, detective," he whispered, his stank breath filling Ryan's nostrils. "I'm not a fruit loop, and I can treat you however you want. I can break your neck in an instant. I can throw you off the top of the Rockies and make it look as if your death was a terrible accident. All of these things show that right now... I can murder you with my bare hands."

The CSI began to choke slightly. The hybrid looked really ticked off.

"But I'm going to be nice. You'll only have to go into a containment chamber and undergo a terrible test each day to see if you really do have what it takes to become like Daniel and myself." Plasmius chuckled and released the male from his hold for a moment. "I can't wait to see Horatio's face when he discovers the monster you've become."

Ryan rubbed his neck. "What did he do to you?!" he spat out.

"Among other things? Too many to count. He's simply too smart and full of hot air for his own liking. Ever notice how he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants? And he doesn't care how he gets it?" The ghost snorted. "I ask him for one thing, and immediately he goes into a rage. All I wanted was to become friends with him- possibly. He moved down to FSU for a couple of years and got his degree in criminology. He's been doggedly pursuing me ever since my little masquerade in gaining companies for my own benefit."

The CSI frowned. "He's never said anything about that."

"Why would he? He keeps everything to himself and lives in a dream world." He sighed and grabbed his arm once again. "But that won't matter when I finally unleash your power on him, will it?"

Ryan struggled futilely. "You better get your hand off of me right n-ooooowwwww!" A scream burst forth as Plasmius shocked him with a Ghost Stinger attack. "Shoot! Oh, my god! Nooo!"

The half ghost bachelor looked pleased. "Does it hurt, Ryan? I should hope it does."

With this, he floated over to the containment chamber and thrust him inside, shutting the door and glancing at a hologram of a woman with short, red hair. "Maddie? Lock Mr. Wolfe into place and turn up the chamber to full power!"

"Naturally, cupcake," the hologram replied sweetly, turning a knob and typing in some things on the side.

The dark laugh of Vlad Plasmius was all Ryan heard before succumbing to the darkness.

Um... -looks completely lost- I tried. I really did. The whole scene with Ryan and Vlad wasn't supposed to happen until next chapter, so I flip-flopped. -wince- I'm going to get hurt for this. Thanks for reading.