Ecto-Paralysis Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“What in blazes does Sam think she’s doing!?” Jack exclaimed as before his eyes the young girl stole his Specter Speeder.

“Dad.” Danny called, trying to get the man’s attention.

Jack turned towards his son, shutting the containment back up behind him.

“I asked her to leave.” Danny said.

Jack walked over to his son and almost blanched at what he saw. His son’s skin had lost any bounce it had and now draped over his skull as cloth would. It had yet to change to a purple color, which surprised the man since his son clearly had had it longer than his wife. Maybe because he was younger he was able to fight it more. Jack hoped. “Why did you ask her to leave?” Jack asked.

“We…” Danny paused as if thinking it through how he should word it. “We know of someone who might have an antidote and I asked Sam to go and see if he did.”

Tucker looked at Danny as if he said something he should not have but nothing was said out loud.

“Who? I should’ve gone.” Jack said, desperate to come up with something to save his family.

“Dad, you’re needed here.” Danny reminded, years of experience he shouldn’t have shone in his eyes as he looked up at his father. “You know more about the chemicals needed to come up with something in case the um, person doesn’t have anything.”

Jack looked in his son’s blue eyes, finding himself feeling pain for what the boy was going through. Why? He was only fourteen years old. He shouldn’t have to face something like death this soon in life. Jack nodded in understanding towards his son before turning towards the computer to try and come up with something. There had to be some reason for that one person to survive back in the 1800’s.

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“VLAD!” Sam cried out, strapped with as much weaponry that she had found in the Specter Speeder. She took the bazooka like device off her back and placed it on her shoulder as she aimed for the front door. She blew the piece of wood off its hinges and into chips as it flew inside the mansion. “VLAD! Show your sorry face!” she demanded, standing strong in the doorway as she looked for the man. If she hadn’t made that stupid vow of keeping the Lord’s name, oh he’d be getting an ear full right now.

“Samantha, what a-ugh!” Vlad was cut off as adrenalin pulsed through-out Sam’s body, getting her to move faster than he expected. As he had made himself visible to the world, she had appeared in front of him, ready with the Portable Fenton Peeler already activated and pointed at his chest as her gloved hand grabbed his neck. He, instinctively, turned a shimmering blue only to be shocked by a ghost shield embedded in the metal that created the protective armor. He let go of the ability and looked her in the eyes. “Alright, girl. What?”

“You know what.” Sam growled, anger fueling her fire. “Give me the antidote to whatever you poisoned Danny with.”

“Daniel will be fine.” Vlad said, changing back to human to try and get the weapon away from his face or his neck free. “A fire to a phoenix, if you will. Jack, on the other hand, won’t fair as well.”

“Mr. Fenton?” Sam asked, loosening her grip on his neck just enough for him to snatch it away and rub where the mettle had started to go too far in. “He doesn’t have it. Mrs. Fenton ended up catching it.”

“Maddie?” Vlad asked, momentarily slipping off his high horse. He dropped his arm and looked the girl in the eye. “You’re bluffing. There’s no way she caught it. She’s out of town at a ghost convention in Maine.”

“They canceled last minute. She’s home and now dying cause of you.” Sam asked, putting the hand that had been around his neck at her waist as she repositioned her feet. She kept the peeler pointed at Vlad, not sure if it would still affect him as his human self but wanted to keep it pointed just in case. “Where’s the antidote?”

“There isn’t one.” Vlad admitted, confused. “Daniel and I are only given a rejuvenation from the virus but humans can’t survive with that much ectoplasm in their bodies. That’s why the original out brake of ecto-paralysis killed one when two had it.”

“Wait, there was a halfa back then?” Sam asked, realizing what he was saying.

“As far as I’ve been able to tell, yes.” Vlad nodded his head.

“Is there anything that might be able to work as a cure?” Sam asked, relieved to learn that Danny wasn’t going to die. She retracted the armor and placed the peeler on her belt with the assortment of weapons hanging off her small waist getting a small reaction of surprise from the man in front of her.

“There might.” Vlad admitted, thinking things through in his mind.