alright. so swim season almost over. yay! and my confirmation is coming up too! its gonna be a really busy next few weeks. plus the sweetheart dance is coming up...cant forget that! i still have two chapters written, but i know for a fact that's going to slow down a lot. just be patient please. i would really appreciate that. so, this chapter the two groups of teens finally meet. enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have not found the ownership papers to the cartoons of danny phantom or static shock yet...or the lost ark. ill work on finding the latter. it might be easier.

Rubberband Man: Ebon is mine!
Static: Great. That just leaves me with everyone else!


Chapter 5

They had been flying for a few hours since the last gas station they stopped by for a pit stop. Virgil loved the feeling of flying; he couldn't remember what he did to relax before his powers. Richie, on the other hand, could remember those days. Gear thanked God everyday that he had led Virgil home after the Big Band, eventually giving Richie powers of his own.

Lines of computer data streamed into his green and silver helmet. "We're almost there," Gear said. He looked over to his friend. Static flew through the hair on a simple piece of metal. His dreds flew in the breeze and his eyes were closed. Taking a deep breathe in, Static slowly opened his eyes to the scenery.

"I know," he answered.

Gear look over at him in disbelief. "How?" he asked. "Can you smell the town from here?" He laughed at his own joke.

"No," replied Static in a relaxed tone. "Bro, there's a sign over on top of the hill." He pointed to where a large billboard stood on a grassy hill. A couple was pseudo-smiling and laughing. Underneath read "Amity Park-A nice place to live."

"I guess Backpack wasn't helpful in this instance," Gear noted.

"We're not in Dakota anymore," Static joked. Gear didn't celebrate his joke, he noticed. "Maybe it's on the fritz," Static offered. "It's used to dealing with Bang Babies, bro; we're in Amity Park now." He flew over to Gear's side so he didn't have to yell to have a decent conversation. The streams of data were still on Gear's helmet, Static noticed. "We're dealing with ghosts now."

Static was no longer in Gear's view. He must have flown off, Gear thought. He looked down and saw his best friend on his back. "Boo!" yelled Static making a squinty-eyed face while waving his hands around.

Gear released his jet boots and stayed still in the air. "Don't do that again!" he screamed back at Static. Instead of apologizing, Static just held his stomach and laughed. It was contagious; soon Gear was crying from laughter. "You were the best ghost I've seen in years!"

They continued to fly, but now at a slower speed. "Ha, thanks, bro," he replied. Looking down, Static noticed they had flown into town. "Where do you think we should change at?"

"Um…" Gear began. "There." He pointed to a dark alley directly below them. They both cut off speed and flew at an alarming rate for anyone besides a super powered teen that was used to flying.

After changing, they both came out of the alley as Virgil and Richie, the Dakota kids. "Where do we go now?" asked Virgil.

"We should probably get a hotel," Richie said. "We're going to be exhausted after the concert."

"Sounds good," Virgil said adjusting his backpack in the meantime. "Shout when you see one."


According to the sun, it had been about an hour, Richie could calculate. Clang! went the can Virgil was kicking around. Clang! with each step the can traveled further down the street, like an aluminum puppy. One final hit sent the can down the sewer drain.

"Do you think they are any hotels in this town?" Virgil asked, semi-rhetorically.

"I don't know. I didn't check before we arrived," Richie said. Virgil turned to his friend to give a friendly death glare. "I'm sorry. I assumed there would be one." Richie held his hands up in defeat. Spotting some kids walking down the street in the opposite direction of them, Richie said, "Let's ask them."

Virgil looked up to see where Richie was pointing at. Three teens, he assumed. Two boys, one girl, all with their concert shirts on. "Ok," Virgil said quietly. "At least we know they're here for the concert."

As they came closer Virgil noticed the pale boy in the middle look up, as if surprised by the sudden crowding on the sidewalk. What caught his attention instantly were the eyes; they shone with a blue that could only be found in a polished diamond. Those can't be natural, Virgil thought. They have to be contacts.

"Hey," Richie said. Both groups of teens halted in their tracks. Virgil noticed the other boy had turquoise eyes, more opaque than the middle boy's, and the girl's eyes shone purple. "Do you know where we could find a hotel?" Richie continued.

The girl stared the Dakota boys down as if trying to figure them out. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, a hardness to her voice the Dakota boys were not used to from regular civilians. Only the Bang Babies gave them that tone of voice and those kids had been through a lot.

Virgil stepped up next to Richie. "Why do you say that?" he asked suspiciously.

The African American boy with the turquoise eyes laughed at him. "Dude, there's no hotel for miles," he said still laughing.

"Are you serious?" asked Virgil. At the same time Richie said, "We're going to have to sleep in the park!"

"Why are you here?" the girl said. Virgil pointed to her, but was met with a confusing look.

"No, no," Richie explained. "He means your shirt. We're here for the concert." The other three nodded in understanding. Virgil noticed the middle boy with the shining eyes giving him a stare down. He hadn't said a word in the entire conversation.

"Oh, well are you looking for a place to stay?" the black boy asked.

"Actually yes," Virgil admitted. He looked down to the sidewalk in embarrassment at his own thoughtlessness to not look up hotels before leaving Dakota.

"You can stay with me," the boy offered.

Virgil looked over to Richie, who did the same. "What d'ya think, Rich?" he asked. His friend merely nodded, but it was enough to sway Virgil's approval. "Sounds great," he offered the other teens.

The boy nodded as well. "Just follow us," he directed. "We're going to my place first anyways." The three other teens began to walk again. Virgil and Richie followed, but about three feet behind so they could talk in private. Neither groups of teens bothered to remember that they had not given each other their names.

Virgil looked ahead. All he saw was the native teens whispering among themselves. Noticing his friend's discomfort Richie said, "What are you thinking about, Virg?"

Virgil scrunched his forehead in concentration. "You know how I can feel people's auras?" he said quietly enough so that only Richie could hear.

"Yeah," Richie said, wanting to hear where this conversation was going.

"Well, I didn't feel one from that boy," Virgil said pointing to the pale boy still walking in the middle of the other two. "It's almost like he's dead."

"He can't be dead," Richie said. "We can see him. He's alive and walking as much as any of us here."

"That's what confuses me," Virgil replied. "You can't be both alive and dead at the same time." There was a moment of silence when Virgil continued, "Especially with those eyes of his. Did you get a look at them?"

"Yeah," Richie said a little excitedly. "Those eyes were definitely alive." He continued in an even quieter tone. "He has the eyes that pierce the soul (1)."


1. if you can guess where this came from (hint: youtube, allen and craig) then i will give you....a mention in my story? sure.

so. thats chapter 5 for ya. hope you liked it. please read and review.