Chapter 4: Vlad's not a nice person.
Vlad Masters prided himself on being scheming, clever, rich, and always ruling in everything. So Daniel held Maddie's affections and had true friends and that really cool ghostly wail. Whatever. None of that mattered. Vlad was the mayor of Amity Park. Vlad was the one who successfully pitted schoolmates and siblings and friends against each other. He was officially the Packers number one fan. And soon, if all went according to plan, he'd have Daniel on his knees, his mind broken and scrubbed clean, ready to be rewritten as Vlad's son. That is, if Vlad held up his end of the bargain.
The plan was rather simple. Capture the ghost from the ghost zone, bring her to that no brain Hannibal Mcfist, get the child angry, set her on the ninja, destroy the ninja, watch and laugh as Danny tries to intervene and is stanked by the Sorcerer, causing havoc, kidnap Danny, hope Jack dies in the process. Vlad was almost giddy about the whole thing.
He just had one problem. He had no idea where the ghost girl was. If his research and calculations were correct, she should be somewhere in the Quaker neighborhoods, and yet his trackers kept dragging him in front of some eerie woods.
"Butternuts..." he muttered upon passing the Lonely Forest for the 8th time. Giving in to curiosity and caffeine-deprived stupidity (or perhaps genius), Plasimus ventured inside.
The place was peaceful. The trees were pale shades of blue and white and purple, and the ground was soft and littered with bright warm colored leaves. The sky was still ghost zone green, but there were subtle tones that made it appear to be green gold fire. As beautiful and serene as it was, it creeped Vlad out. He felt unwelcome, almost, unclean here. It was if this place was pure and he was contaminating it. The feeling gave him shivers.
Suddenly Vlad entered a clearing and found a girl swinging on a swing, her long dark brown hair floating in strings. She was singing softly to herself, her back to him. Vlad, never one to let children enjoy themselves, coughed. The girl froze, and turned to him. Brown eyes meet Gray eyes, and Vlad knew he'd found who he was looking for.
The girl floated off her swing and hovered just above the grass, her colonial dress swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. Vlad smiled. Show time, he thought.
"Hello, there. I'm a bit lost. Say, can you help me find someone?" he asked, his voice laced with sugary sweetness and he hoped passed for a trustworthy tone. The girl looked him over and narrowed her eyes.
Crap, thought Vlad, she's perceptive.
"Who is it you're looking for?" she asked, her voice guarded. Vlad realized he'd have to speed this charade up before she caught on to him. He casually folded his hands behind his back.
"A friend of yours, I believe. Norman isn't it?" he purred. The girls face lit up with realization, then darkened.
"What does a grown up like you want with a kid like Norman?" she asked, her voice biting. Vlad sighed.
"What does a Grudging Ghost like you want with a human medium like him?" responded Plasmius. The girl gasped, her expression hurt. Vlad noticed her eyes flash yellow. "I mean, that is why you're still here, isn't it? Unfinished business with him? An obsession maybe?" the girl's eyes were like headlights, so intense was their yellow glow.
"Don't talk to me anymore!" the girl hissed, "GO AWAY!" Vlad jumped back as several lightning bolts danced off the child. Plan B it is, he thought angrily.
Faster than the eye could see, Vlad pulled his hands from behind his back and practically stabbed the girl in the side with the PlasmiusMaximus. The girl screamed and glowed an intense yellow before fizzling out like fire doused with water. Vlad caught the child as she collapsed, unconscious. For precaution, Vlad injected her with a ghost anesthetic he recently developed. The PlasmiusMaximus should keep her knocked out until I need her, he reasoned. He was tossing the child over his shoulder when his cell phone rang. Groaning, the halfa hit answer.
Mcfist was on the other end of the line.
"Masters! We got a problem." Yelled the man. Vlad sighed.
"What roadblock have you gone out of you way to find this time, Hannibal?"
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT! One of Viceroy's inventions went haywire but managed to ping out the ninja's location in the process. You were right, he's in Gravity Falls." Said Mcfist. "I hope your end of the plan went well."
"The package is unconscious and ready for shipment."
"Ghost can be unconscious?"
"Ninjas can have scarves?"
"Touché'" was all Mcfist could say. He hung up.
Vlad pocketed his cell and flew off with the ghost girl hanging limply over his shoulders. He flew straight to his lab under Amity Park and set the girl inside a blue glass cube. He quickly adjusted some of the mechanics from 'half ghost' to 'full ghost', hoping his precautions would be enough to cancel the girl's explosive energy.
"In a Few days you will wake up with a destructive anger my dear." Said Vlad to himself. He turned and studied the sleeping child. She was tensing in her dreams.
"And somehow we'll direct that anger at a ninja. Until then," he smiled, "Sweet dreams to you, Agatha…"
Duh Duh DUUUHHHNN! Angry Aggie, who better to pit against the Ninja? And Vlad thinks he can control her. Oh wait….
*turns sees Vlad smiling at me from behind, holding what looks like a mechanical collar* okay….so maybe he can.
The plot thickens….