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Bombshell Blond Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Oh, what a dream. Jeremy’s mind woke up but the crick in his back made him afraid to open his eyes. Did he fall off the bed again? He wouldn’t be surprised. Not with a dream about him turning fourteen. Ha!

Why did his right wrist feel weird? Oh, he really didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew what he’d see. He’s see the small dust bunnies staring at him from under the bed. He’d have the wooden floor close to his face. He’d find out what was poking- wait, poking him?

Jeremy opened his eyes and quickly turned to what was poking him. “Phantom!?” Jeremy exclaimed, jumping back only to find his right hand pulled at the ghost boy.

“Good, you’re awake.” Phantom sighed as he leaned back on his heels as he sat knelling down.

Jeremy looked around, not understanding where the two where. The ground and trees said Amazon forest but the sky above shown green and black. Like when… Pariah Dark! The Ghost Zone? He looked back at the ghost and realized he was handcuffed to it.

“Ya, Skulker likes to play with his prey.” Phantom said, nodding towards the cuffs.

“Where’s Samantha and Tucker?” Jeremy asked, looking around where the two sat only to see no other life.

“I haven’t seen them.” Phantom admitted, worry showing through his face as if the ghost cared about the two random humans.

“Wait, he – Skulker – he said they were bait for you.” Jeremy remembered as the two worked their way to their feet. Jeremy’s giving him problems for a moment before he regained his balance.

“I have a soft spot for humans.” Phantom admitted, a green blush appearing as he rubbed the back of his neck. “My friends call it a hero-complex.” He dropped his arm and looked Jeremy in the eyes. “So you care to explain what you are?”

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked, confused.

“I mean, are you a halfa, or a ghost just trying to be human?” Phantom tried, only confusing the man even more.

“I’m human.” Jeremy motioned towards himself, forgetting about the cuffs for a moment. His hands caught his attention as a green aura shown around them. “Do all humans react like this in the Ghost Zone?”

“No, but all ghosts have a glow, no matter where they are.” Phantom put his free hand to his hip as if to get more answers out of the man. He sighed as he dropped his hand. “Fine, it’s your life, but we need to find Sam and Tucker, ok?”

Jeremy dropped his hands and nodded his head. His Sammy needed him. “Right, where should we start?”

“You see that rock shaped like a skull?” Phantom asked, pointing with his right hand towards his left.

Jeremy turned and saw the rock formation.

“That’s Skulker’s lair.” Phantom explained. “He’d keep them locked up in a real world cell in there somewhere.”

Phantom started to walk in that direction, his head always moving to keep an eye out as if the jungle was full of animals. Jeremy stayed close behind, ready to use the ghost as a shield if need be.

“Do you know anything about Skulker?” Phantom asked,

“Other than he’s a ghost seen in Amity Park, nothing.” Jeremy admitted, “He’s always after you, right?”

“Ya, he calls himself Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter and only hunts things he declares rare.” Phantom explained, never taking his eyes away from the forest. “STOP!”

Jeremy felt his arm pulled up as Phantom threw out his left to stop the man. Jeremy looked down and saw a cobweb thin string hovering about six inches off the ground. He followed the string and found it attached to an almost hidden compartment in a tree. “Good eyes.” Jeremy complemented before the two walked over the string and continued on their trek, blazing a path through the shrubbery.

“Skulker said you were 39% ghost.” Phantom continued, his brows knitting together as he tried to think and keep an eye out around them. “How? Me and Vlad are closer to 49% ghost.”

“I don’t really know.” Jeremy admitted. The only reason he wasn’t straight out deigning it was the aura he now possessed. “I’m new to all this. Wait, you and Vlad? As in Masters?”

“You must be new if you don’t know about Vlad being a Halfa- sorry hybrid.” Phantom rolled his eyes. “Fruit Loop.”

A hybrid? Half of? Half ghost half human? How was that possible? If Phantom said he was one “So you’re half human?”

“Ya.” Phantom nodded. “So, how’d you end up like you are?”

“I’m not sure.” Curse from Satan.

“So were you a ghost first?” Phantom asked.

“No, human.”

“You’re reverting to a ghost? That doesn’t make sense.” Phantom mumbled to himself.

Jeremy was about to question the ghost when, once again, he was stopped by Phantom and pulled down so they hid behind a bolder. Phantom held a finger to his lips asking for silence as a blue mist escaped. Phantom turned back to the rock to see Skulker exiting the skull to take a look at the area around him. A beep from a device on his arm got him to look down at it, typing something in.

“This is too easy.” Phantom whispered, more to himself than to the ears that heard. They watched as the ghost that held them captive walked off into his forest.

“Why look a gift horse in the mouth?” Jeremy suggested.

“’Cause I think this horse is a Trojan.” Phantom admitted, looking back at his blond companion. “The cuffs short out all my powers, does it do the same to you?”

“I don’t have powers.” Jeremy pointed out.

Phantom’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Jeremy drew out, raising a brow at the ghost boy in front of him. A moment of silence passed between the two before he asked, “What?”

“Your skin is turning green.” Phantom stated.

“Wha-?” Jeremy’s voice left him as he looked down at his hands only to bite back a shriek of horror. Phantom was right. Before his eyes his skin was turning a ghostly green. “What’s happening to me?” Jeremy asked.

“It’s like your reverting back to your ghost self.” Phantom answered.

Jeremy looked up, surprised by the answer. Reverting back? But he was alive this morning. Not dead. Not a ghost. Human. If anything he should be reverting back to his 39 year old self.

“Come on, we’ll figure out what’s happening later.” Phantom stated, looking back at the skull shaped rock. He grabbed Jeremy’s right hand, the hand not as cold as he expected, and pulled the man into a run.

The two ran into the open mouth of the skull and entered something like a futuristic battle station. Screens and panels of lights surrounding them.

Well, at first glance it looked futuristic, Jeremy realized. Actually looking at it all, it looked like it belonged in the 80’s. “A bit low tech for a robotic ghost.” Jeremy whispered to Phantom as the two snuck through the equipment. Phantom kept his eyes peeled for any traps like in the woods.

“It’s his armor, really.” Phantom explained.

Jeremy turned back to the ghost, expecting him to know how to find the two kids only to stop and stare at his not so white hair.

“What?” Phantom asked after being pulled back by the cuffs that connected them.

“Your hair.” Jeremy noted. “It’s turning black.”

“Huh?” Phantom held down his bangs to see for himself. “Erg, I was hoping it wasn’t…” Phantom trailed off as he dropped his hand. “Skulker’s made an upgrade to these cuffs.”

“Meaning?” So he has been caught by this ghost before.

“They’re stripping us to our original forms, I think.” Phantom explained just as his green eyes turned blue.

“Fenton!?” Jeremy exclaimed, stepping back in surprise. His daughter’s best friend was the ghost kid! How many battles did he force her to fight for him? How many times did she get in a life or death situation because of this freak!? How did this happen? Had to be his parents. And most likely they didn’t even know what they had done to their own child!

“Ya, I thought you figured it out already.” Fenton said, surprised. “Most ghosts do.”

“Hello! Still need help over here.” Samantha’s voice called out, getting Jeremy to turn towards the voice.

“Come on.” Fenton ordered, pulling Jeremy along as this hazmat suit started to fade through to show the outfit he had worn to school.

The two entered the room the voice came from to find a mettle cage housing Samantha and Tucker. They were placed in an old English styled sitting room turned man cave. Creature’s heads and furs donned the walls with the exception of an empty spot over the fireplace.

“You like it?” a voice asked. The two turned in sync to see Skulker blocking their only exit. “I’ve been keeping that blank spot over my mantle free just for your pelt, ghost boy.”

“What about him?” Fenton threw his thumb at Jeremy.

“I’ve done my research, and discovered you’re a result of Desiree.” Skulker crossed his arms. “You’re not worth my time.”

“Desiree?!” three voices asked as all three pairs of eyes turned to the man.

“Who?” Jeremy asked, only to wince as a sharp tooth bit his tongue. He ran his tongue over the tooth only to find his canines had elongated and sharpened.

“Alright, enough of this.” Skulker said, pulling out a remote from his armor.

Jeremy dropped to his knees as pain restricted all his muscles. He looked up and saw Skulker walking towards them but no matter what he did, his body no longer obeyed his mind. He was defenseless against Skulker as the ghost un-cuffed him and made him intangible before throwing him into the cage. He hit the bars with a crack of his skull and found himself fighting off black spots.
Sorry it's been so long, I forget I have the stories going on over here! (If you're desperate for the ending, go to FanFiction and look up my name and you'll find the ending!)
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