Alex risked a glance down to check his health on the screen. He was running so fast that he spared only a second or two to check, frowning and looking back out afterwards. 85% blinked on the small screen.
"I haven't used too much energy, but I'll have to be careful anyway." He muttered to himself, dodging a tree and jumping to run on the road. There were only a few cars, and he easily jumped over them. As he passed over an open-windowed car he picked up a few words, causing him to grin:
"Mommy, did you see that? It was a Transformer! See it?"
Alex shook his head, pushing the suit to go faster. Amity Park was close; he'd make it there before the hour was up. At least, things would go like that if he remained unchallenged and free to focus solely on his running.
He wasn't surprised when a radar screen next to his arm began blinking, warning him of a threat coming from behind him. More annoyed than concerned, he leapt from the road, landing roughly twenty yards away, in a field. He positioned the suit in a battle stance, scanning the area for the threat. According to the radar, the ghost, who was no doubt Plasmius, was standing a few feet in front of him, hiding invisibly. Alex ran the suit forwards, successfully punching the ghost back and into a tree. Plasmius became visible, brushing pieces of bark from his cape and glaring in mock anger at Alex.
"Oh, this makes my day," Alex called sarcastically to the man, pretending to be excited. "The great Count Dracula missed me too much, and came to visit me!
Plasmius didn't answer him. Alex sagged in the suit, making its arms hang. "Aw, come on, Uncle Vlad." Alex continued, smirking. "At least tell me why you followed me all the way out here!"
"…Tell you? How about I show you, hmm?" Vlad whispered, his voice only just making it to Alex's ears. The boy cried out as the ghost flew at him, holding out something in his gloves hand. Alex threw his arms up in defense, and the suit mimicked him. Plasmius simply phased through these, allowing his arm to enter the small cabin holding Alex. Whatever he was holding was dropped, and Plasmius backed off.
"What did you do?" Alex demanded, glaring at the man. As if to answer him, the dropped item emitted a high pitch whine, releasing dark green smoke. Alex felt his eyes water, and he began to cough. He searched for a way to open the hatch to air out the small cabin, but the smoke was too thick to read find the proper button. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face, the smoke was blocking out the light. Alex desperately began hitting the sides of the cabin, hoping to find the button, gasping the entire time.
Is this guy trying to kill me? What is his bloody problem?
Alex knew he didn't have much time left. Desperately, he reached into his pocket, pulling out and opening his cell phone, hitting the end call button three times. He was barely able to close the phone and put it back into his pocket before darkness overwhelmed him.
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"You little shit… You really think you can just get up and leave; just like that?" Barry wheezed, breathing heavily down into Danny's face. The halfa made a face, trying and failing to hide the slight tremble of fear. Barry saw this, and his face split once again into an insane grin. He laughed, hitting Danny on his temple with the blunt edge of the cleaver.
Danny's world spun, and he fought to not be sick. He knees gave away, and he fell a little, only to be held up by Barry's iron grip. He whimpered as the cleaver hit him again, cutting harshly into his chest at nearly the same angle as before. His eyes widened as a feeling of weightlessness overcame him, and he cried out again, horrified, thinking that he was about to die.
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"Sam, did you find it?" Tucker asked, worry etched on his face. The girl didn't really answer, instead reciting the words:
"Here these words, here these cries. Spirit from the other side; come to me who calls you here. Cross now the great divine."
White light began to swell in the room, momentarily blinding the three standing there. A shocked cry filled the room, and then an audible thud as someone hit the table. The light vanished as soon as the new guest appeared, on the table. He was struggling to remain awake; his head was pounding too much to bear.
"Danny!" Sam screamed, throwing the book behind her and taking his bloody hand in hers. Green eyes fluttered open, weakly looking into violet ones. A small smile was passed to trembling violet lips.
"Hey Sam," Danny whispered, bringing tears to the girls eyes as she unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand. Tucker came up and stood beside the Goth, looking down sadly at the state of his friend. He hid the sadness quickly, replacing it with a smile of his own.
"Good to have to back, man."
"Glad to be back."
Yassen walked over, opening the kit by Danny's foot and taking out some alcohol and cotton balls to clean the boy's cuts. Before doing anything, he looked over at him, calmly speaking.
"I know that you are fighting to keep yourself awake, but it would be easier for all of us if you just allow yourself to sleep."
"I have no problem with that…" Danny replied. He was out cold in seconds, transforming back into Fenton.
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Alex went slack in the suit. A sensor must have picked up on his current state, and released the neural receptor on his back. A moment later and the hatch popped open, airing out the cabin. The green gas had only knocked out the boy, but he wouldn't wake for several hours at the most. His phone was still working, sending out waves to pinpoint its exact location.
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Far away, on Liverpool Street, at the Royal and General bank, Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt were discussing a plan of action in regards to the phone signal sent to them from their young spy. In the end; they decided to do nothing.
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Vlad phased Alex out of the suit, and then quickly self destructed the suit. He always knew the suit would come in handy one day, but he wished to have kept it. What with the boy's natural curiosity and that pesky Dairy King, there was no way he could safely hide it at his castle without one of them finding it. There was always the possibility of storing it at his mountain chalet, but there simply wasn't the time for that.
Vlad looked out onto the horizon. He was just able to see the tallest buildings of Amity Park. "You were very close, Alex, I'll give you that."
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The odd trio composed of a dead assassin, a techno geek, and a Goth, had managed to patch up the young halfa quickly. They were helped by his powers, which had begun to work as soon as he left the Black Peacock. He was healing himself, so all that was really left was to get rid of his bloody shirt and clean off the already shed blood. Sam insisted on bandaging his large cuts across his chest.
"You know," she blushed, "Just in case."
Yassen sighed, bandaging the cuts because he happened to be holding the bandages then. Sam continued to blush, so he sent her to find Danny another shirt. She bolted away, running to his room and throwing open his closet.
"Aside from the weird factor," she told herself, pushing aside at least six identical shirts, all white with the red oval and trim, "…I don't believe this. Is this all he wears?" she almost laughed, until she found a unique shirt. It was like the others with its trademark oval, but the entire thing had been dyed black. It was the shirt he had been wearing the day when she had skipped first period to see the opening of Circus Gothica. The fact that he still had it surprised her.
The Goth was drawn to the shirt, yanking it off its hanger and taking it downstairs. She handed it to Yassen stiffly, as if she were daring him to tell her to pick another shirt. Tucker sighed, smiling and shaking his head. Yassen said nothing, taking the shirt and pulling it over Danny's head, phasing the boy's arms to put them in the sleeves. With that done, he turned to Sam and Tucker.
"I've done enough here. You two should be able to take him to his room and clean up any ectoplasm left behind here."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"That is none of your concern."
Yassen left, leaving the jacket behind and vanishing in a cloud of black smoke. The two teens exchanged a glance; they were thinking the same thing.
"He'll be fine. Besides, he basically told us that he and Alex have been on missions worse than this."
"Whatever, let's just get Danny upstairs."
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AN: I just had to update the 26th chapter on the 26th of May! Happy Birthday to me!