I'm so terribly sorry for going MIA, guys. Had schools stuff and decided to take a break from writing to focus on schoolwork. However, the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary came up and I decided to write again in celebration of that. I'll try harder to bring you guys more chapters but I cannot guarantee that I'll be able to all the time. Now, on with the story…
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Chapter 11: Execution
Still gripping both Gibbs and Sam's hands, Phantom had led them away from the prison cells and into the maze that was the rest of the prison. With ghost guards everywhere, they needed to stay invisible the entire time and Gibbs got used to not being able to see his own body as he moved around. After a while, Phantom found an abandoned room, unguarded, and pulled them in.
"So what's the plan?" It was Sam's voice that rang out, despite her whispering.
Phantom looked over at the watch on Gibbs' wrist, "I'm guessing that lunch is at twelve o'clock so we've got about half an hour to wait here. Then, when the ghosts arrive—."
"Hang on," Gibbs interrupted, "What kind of ghosts will we be dealing with? And how do we know that, after your escape, Walker didn't step up security?"
Sam answered his first question, "When we were looking for Tony, I saw the Desiree, Technus, and Johnny. They might help."
Phantom nodded, "And I know that Ghostwriter is in here somewhere, since he got his typewriter taken from him." He turned to Gibbs, "If there's extra security, I'll find a way to get that out of the way."
Gibbs, personally, thought it was a flimsy plan at worst but definitely not foolproof. Anything could go wrong. What if the ghosts decided to ignore Phantom? Or what if Walker himself interfered? However, Gibbs knew it was all they had and, according to Phantom, it seemed to have worked the last time he was in.
"The Box Ghost might love to cause a distraction for the guards," Phantom was saying, "And I could sneak Johnny out. He and his pesky shadow could stir up a bit of mayhem and release other ghosts to fight. Desiree could summon some stuff for Technus to control…"
Phantom clearly knew these ghosts well, to be able to plan around their abilities and level contribution. Gibbs' admiration for the young ghost increased. He also knew that Tony might want to help fight as well, as did he.
"What can I do?"
"You could help Sam." Phantom said. Sam had pulled out ray guns with the Fenton logo on the side. "You could use those. I'm guessing they shoot like a normal gun, but don't use your own—they're useless against ghosts who can just phase through them. Sam has an extra one so she can give it to Tony to use when you find him. Remember, you guys can walk through walls at will. Use that to your advantage."
Minutes later, they all heard a gong, signaling Lunchtime. Peeking out of the room they were hiding in, Gibbs saw ghosts of all shapes and sizes march single file down the hallway into a large room at the end. Some looked human while others were merely blobs. In the crowd, Gibbs spotted Tony, but couldn't call his attention because a guard was walking beside him, keeping an eye on the human prisoner.
Finally, the last of the ghosts marched into the mess hall and the doors swung shut behind them with two guards stationed outside. Phantom whispered, "Hang on, stay here," before disappearing. A second later, two muffled cries reached Sam and Gibbs' ears and Phantom soon reappeared.
"Come on."
The two guards were nowhere in sight. At Gibbs' questioning glance, Phantom said, "I knocked them unconscious and sent them to the floor below us. When they wake up, they'll have no idea what happened and will just go on their way."
"What if they sound the alarm?" Gibbs asked. Suddenly, something else occurred to him, "Wouldn't you have to phase through the floor to do so?"
"Do you question everything?" Phantom snapped back, but Gibbs could see that he honestly hadn't thought of everything.
"It's one of my personal rules," Gibbs replied, "Never take anything for granted."
Phantom said nothing, but gripped their arms again. The trickling sensation returned and, cracking the door open, squeezed through into the mess hall, invisible. The ghosts guarding the door on the other side glanced at the disturbance but, seeing nothing, they went back to observing the mess hall. Thank goodness they were just Walker's grunts and weren't very bright.
The room was filled with the sound of chatter, not unlike a usual mess hall, although Gibbs didn't know why he thought it would be different. Ghosts at different tables were eating green slop that had been served by a large ghost woman wearing an apron and hairnet. The largest group, they all immediately noticed, was surrounding a table that held Tony. He looked uncomfortable beings surrounded by so many ghosts, but they were all talking and examining him. They all wanted to see the first human prisoner.
Phantom guided them under a table in the very corner of the room. "Okay," Phantom's voice was suddenly in Gibbs' ear, "I see the Box Ghost. I'll be right back; try not to be seen."
Gibbs felt Phantom's hand leave his as he moved over to Tony's table, where the Box Ghost was hovering over the crowd trying to get some of the attention. It gave Gibbs a chance to ask Sam a question or two.
"How do you know Phantom?"
Sam glanced at him before turning her gaze back to watch what was going on, "He saved me and Tucker's life a few times."
"No," Gibbs wouldn't take that, "The way I see you two act, it's like watching my team. You don't get that close from being 'saved a few times'."
Sam blushed, "He just…became our friend."
"Is he friends with Danny too?"
Sam took some time to think, "Sort of."
Frustratingly, before Gibbs could ask any further questions, the Box Ghost suddenly appeared beside them.
"Ahh," Sam shouted, startled. Thankfully, her shout was drowned out by the surrounding noise," Don't do that!" she hissed at the little blue man. Phantom reappeared on her other side, provoking a similar reaction and earning a hard poke on the arm.
Rubbing his arm, Phantom relayed the plan to the Box Ghost who was surprisingly quiet.
"Okay, Boxy," he finished, "If you do this for us, you can go free."
"Yes!" The Box Ghost said, "And my reign of terror can begin once again! Nobody will be safe from my cardboard boxes of doom!"
"Yes, fine," Phantom said as Sam fought not to roll her eyes, "Just go distract those guards over there so we can get Johnny." He disappeared again.
Sam and Gibbs watched as the Box Ghost floated over to the guards standing watch over the tables and began talking to them. One of them had a clearly visible annoyed look on his face and grabbed at the Box Ghost to make his sit down again. The Box Ghost floated out of reach and began taunting the guard.
"Look over there!" Sam nudged Gibbs and pointed to a table close to them. A ghost that looked like a teenage boy was sitting with his feet up on the table, staring into space. He was nodding at intervals, revealing that he was talking to an invisible Phantom, but then he shook his head and pointed to green shackles around his ankle. They disappeared in an instant and the boy nodded once more. He turned to his tablemates who had been listening in, and whispered to each of them. One of them was a woman who looked like a genie; a grin was slowly spreading on her face as the boy continued speaking.
"That's Desiree." Sam replied to Gibbs' indication.
A green ghost with glasses and white hair, "Technus."
A bluish ghost, "Ghostwriter."
The plan was beginning to take shape and Gibbs could almost feel Sam's excitement.
"Any second now…"
And then, a dark shape took form beside the boy. It almost looked like a demon, with narrowed green eyes and a mouth twisted into an evil grin. At first, it was small, like a puff of black smoke, but then it grew larger like an evil shadow and seemed to become what Gibbs could only describe as black flames.
The first thing the Shadow did was fly high up the ceiling…before dive-bombing the nearest table, which happened to be the one that Tony and his crowd were sitting at. The crowd immediately dispersed as the black Shadow continued to cause mayhem. Guards in white floated forward to control the Shadow, but their batons just went through it, like it really was smoke. The boy, Johnny, and his tablemates began creating their own mess, shooting green beams at the guards and rallying other ghosts, who turned against the guards. Within minutes, the entire mess hall was fighting.
Desiree, who was indeed a genie, began summoning random objects out of the air and throwing them at guards. Technus took control of the electronic ones and used things like ghostly cords to electrocute guards. Every once in a while, both of them would shoot their own ghostly beams. Johnny seemed to be directing the Shadow, which continued to destroy the room and fling guards about. Even the lunch lady ghost, who Gibbs had seen earlier, joined in. It was terrifying how quickly she had turned from passive and sweet to aggressive.
Tony emerged from the chaos, carried by Phantom, who had a large grin on his face. He dropped Tony in front of the table as the others climbed out from under it.
"Et, voila!" Phantom said. He seemed very proud of himself.
Sam wasted no time in giving Tony and Gibbs the ray guns before taking one out for herself. The guns were lighter than the pistol Gibbs was used to using but, when he fired it at a guard who had spotted them, he realized that it had quite the kickback. Otherwise, it handled almost the same.
"Come on," Tony said, firing a few shots himself, "It's time we got out of here."
Within minutes, the guards and even the backup that had come bursting through the doors were overwhelmed, ghosts began flying out the doors and through the rest of the prison, releasing other ghosts. Soon, the doors of the prison were unlocked and beaten down as ghosts, free from their confinements, flew through them. As the prison emptied, Phantom turned back to his own group. Sam, Tony, and Gibbs were holding back the last of the guards and winning.
"We've got to go, now!" he called back to them. As they began retreating, he turned to Tony, "Tony, did Walker take anything from you?"
"My badge and gun." Tony said.
"Stay here, I'll get them for you. I know where Walker keeps all the confiscated items."
Before Tony could respond, Phantom flew off down the corridor. Tony turned to Gibbs and Sam.
"Isn't it a bit odd that Walker hasn't shown up yet? He's probably hiding somewhere. If Phantom runs across him, he might need backup."
Gibbs nodded, "From what I've heard, Phantom is his greatest target. I don't think he'd let him go if he found him. He shouldn't go alone."
The three of them headed in the direction that Phantom had flown down. He was pretty fast, but they trailed him upstairs and into an office. Walker's office. They poked their heads around the corner to look into the room. It was small, holding a desk and chair. A placard on top of the desk said 'WALKER' in green letters. A large stand held an even larger book that had 'THE RULES' emblazoned on the cover. A dark glass case at the back of the room held an assortment of objects.
They saw Phantom pull two small objects out of the case and start to turn around. A low chuckling stopped him in his tracks.
"I should have known the prisoners didn't have the guts to do this themselves," the towering white figure that was Walker stepped out of the shadows, "They must have had…outside help."
To Gibbs' horror, Walker grabbed Phantom's arm and twisted it, forcing him to drop the badge and gun. Phantom cried out in pain, helpless.
"But you just made a big mistake." Walker continued menacingly, "You're in my territory again and there's no way I'm letting you go after last time. No, no, no. This time, your butt is mine forever."
"Huh. Welcome to Shawshank." Tony muttered.
The escape plan worked! How did you like that guys? Good? Bad? Okay? Once again, I'm sorry for not updating in a while, but I'll try harder to give you guys more chapters. Please review!
Till next time,
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