Chapter 9
Sam
After we were done eating lunch, Sherlock Holmes came into the room, looking like something the cat had dragged in. He looked at Danny and me and stared at us for a minute before finally saying, "You really are from the future." "You don't say," I said, and he walked over to Danny. "Watson told me how you acquired your abilities. What are your limits?" he asked him. Danny shrugged, "That one you saw was my ice ray, I can freeze almost anything with it, it was last measured to go about 50 degrees below zero, Fahrenheit. I can also blast a normal laser out of…anywhere I want on my body, though it's usually easier to blast it out of my eyes and hands, I call it my ghost ray, I could take down a whole block, probably, with it, though that's only speculation." Mary, Watson, and Holmes all got a lot paler when Danny said that. "But I would never do that, I only use my powers to fight against ghosts…and the occasional mugger," Danny quickly said. "And you have…other…powers, such as flight, invisibility, the ability to pass through walls, what else are you capable of?" Holmes asked.
"Why are you so interested in what Danny can do?" I finally asked. Holmes looked at me and said, "I intend to make sure that you are not a danger to Watson and his wife. You," Holmes then pointed at Danny, "are not human, not entirely, not anymore. Part of me wonders if you may be the übermensch Nietzsche believed in." "I'm not," Danny angrily said, "my worst enemy thought he was, and I swore I'd never be like him. I'm not some 'superior man' or whatever; I'm me, Danny Fenton, nothing more, nothing less." "Then tell us all how you came to be here," Holmes told him, "And don't try to lie, I have experience in knowing when someone is lying to me." Danny took a deep breath and told them what happened to us.
"For the last four years, life had been pretty peaceful for me, Sam, and our best friend, Tucker. Then about…seven days ago there was a mass murder, 14 people were all killed, seven men and seven women. The bodies were…fucked up is the only way to describe it, bones sticking out of places they shouldn't, organs where they didn't belong, one guy was hung from the ceiling with his own small intestine and a woman had her uterus stuffed down her throat. No evidence of any human being could have done it was found, so it was my job to investigate. After three days, I couldn't find any leads, and then another murder happened. This time it was a family, the Guillards, Dad, Henry, Mom, Colleen, and their 12 year old daughter, Mercy. There was…so much blood, all in Mercy's room. The police could only identify them because their heads were all hanging from the walls, like some sick hunting trophies. The only clue was a name on the living room written in blood with Mercy's hair used as a brush."
Danny paused to take a breath, and Mary fainted. Watson grabbed her and took her downstairs, looking very pale, same with Holmes. Watson came back up with a bottle under his nose and Holmes took a whiff of it too. Watson looked at Holmes and he looked back at him before he told Danny, "Continue." Danny nodded and said, "The language wasn't anything like something humans wrote, but it was definitely a language, I could feel it, though I could only tell it was a language in my Ghost Form. I immediately headed for the Ghost Zone and went to the only ghost who could help me, Clockwork, the ghost of time. He always said he knew everything. I went to his tower and he told me that the language was known as Ghoulara, an ancient ghost language that had existed before humans, and he was one of the three ghosts that still spoke it, the other being the Ghost King, Pariah Dark. I had defeated Pariah Dark years ago, and he is still sealed in his sarcophagus, and Clockwork almost never interfered with humans or other ghosts, so it wasn't him.
"The killer was an even more ancient ghost whose name was almost unpronounceable by human tongues, except for the last part of his name, Orion. A long time ago, before humans were even a proper species, ghosts and Neanderthals had interacted. The ghosts inspired the legends of spirits, demons, gods, and monsters through their interactions. The worst of these ghosts was Orion, a shape shifter who found a way to devour human souls and become even more powerful. He would kill people in various nations; then promise to leave if he was given human sacrifices. He did this for one thousand years around the world, inspiring the worst religions that ever existed. Eventually, the other ghosts became terrified of Orion and banded together under Clockwork and Pariah Dark to destroy him once and for all. They couldn't, he was too strong, all they could do was seal the Ghost Zone and Human World apart from each other, and then further seal away Orion deep in the furthest reaches of the Ghost Zone.
"Apparently Orion had broken free and was up to his old tricks, but being sealed away for thousands and thousands of years had left him weak. I went back and told Sam, Tucker, the Guys In White, the U.S. government's anti-ghost specialists, the Army, our friend Valerie, and everyone else I could think of to hunt down Orion and destroy him for good before anyone else died. It was about…two days before we arrived here that Orion made his move and went after Clockwork. Orion was immune to most of Clockwork's power, and we barely arrived in time to save him. We managed to fight him, and we were winning too, but then Orion managed to get his hands on Clockwork's staff that he uses to control time and opened up a portal to the future and jumped in. Sam, me, and Tucker managed to get in it before the portal closed and ended up in Los Angeles of 2047. In that time, we had become legends, and were apprehended by the police.
"Luckily, our DNA, our genetic material like blood, hair, saliva, sweat, managed to prove that we were the real deal. We started looking for Orion again, armed with the help of the police, who had some of the best ghost hunting tech available, provided by Jazz from the future. Mom and Dad had died five years before, still looking for me," Danny had to stop here and gather his thoughts, when he had first learned that news he had spaced out for an hour, it was still a painful thing to think about. "Eventually, we found Orion, in the 38 years we had been gone, Los Angeles had built over itself, and Orion had holed up in the undercity, preying on the homeless and urban explorers. Half the police force died in the battle that ensued, Orion was so freaking powerful! Tucker managed to turn the tide when he forced his gun into Orion's chest, Orion had turned into a giant ape monster with claws and six arms by that point, and he blasted Orion point blank in his heart.
"Orion was weakened by that attack, but Tucker paid for it when Orion blasted a ghost ray through him. I'll never forget the look on his face when he saw the hole, then looked at me," Danny gritted his teeth as tears fell from his eyes and he pounded his fist on the bed. Danny couldn't say anymore, so I took up where he left off. "I was wearing the Fenton Ghost Peeler then and blasted Orion with it. It peeled away his disguises until at last it revealed his true form. I thought for a minute that he was the Devil; he had the horns and goat feet and everything, only he was purple. Orion tried to escape again with Clockwork's staff, but Danny and I grabbed him as he tried to escape. Orion phased his arm through my armor and broke my arm, then my rib when he tried to rip my armor off, but Danny punched him off. Orion then blasted Danny with a ghost ray as we passed through the time tunnel. Danny ripped his head right off, but Orion wasn't dead and his body kicked Danny in the head and ribs, and then we were in that alleyway when my armor deactivated, and Danny was knocked unconscious. That's when you found us," I told them.
Holmes and Watson looked at us in shock, until at last Holmes asked, "Do you think he's here, in this city? In this country?" "We don't know, but my gut tells me, yeah, he's here. Best case scenario is that he's dead or dying, then all we have to do is find Clockwork's staff and we can go home. Worst case scenario is that he is still here, going after homeless people to try to get stronger and heal. We'll find out soon enough," Danny said, and Watson loudly gulped at the thought.