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Birth and Rebirth	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 1824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Real Ghostbusters,nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-PART 1
- 3-PART 2
- 4-PART 3
- 5-PART 4
- 6-PART 5
- 7-PART 6
- 8-PART 7
- 9-PART 8
- 10-PART 9
- 11-PART 10
- 12-PART 11
- 13-PART 12
- 14-PART 13
- 15-PART 14
- 16-PART 15
- 17-PART 16
- 18-PART 17
- 19-PART 18
- 20-PART 19
- 21-PART 20
- 22-PART 21
- 23-PART 22
- 24-PART 23
- 25-PART 24
- 26-PART 25
- 27-PART 26
- 28-PART 27
- 29-PART 28
- 30-PART 29
- 31-PART 30
- 32-EPILOGUE
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The Ghostbusters and the ladies had arrived at the correct building just before sundown. They remained out of sight, watching as Cthulhu’s followers gathered on the pier. The police, ambulance, and fire truck joined them a few minutes later, just as Frump had promised. Tom the cameraman was with them. “Hey Tom,” Eddie greeted. “You sure you wanna be here? Could be dangerous.”

Tom nodded fervently. “Jessica is the reason I have this job. I gotta know that she’s okay.”

The cult members where now all clearly visible, standing along the pier. They chanted the spell that would release Cthulhu. At the head of this ritual stood their high priest. He noticed the group of Ghostbusters and rescue workers. He shouted, “You are too late this time, Ghostbusters! Even now, the Master prepares to return, and once he destroys the Annulus of R’lyeh, there will be no defeating him!”

The Ghostbusters and Alice all recognized his voice. It was the New York Ghostbusters’ old nemesis, Clark Ashton, former head archivist of the New York Public Library. He had released Cthulhu three years before, and nearly brought about the end of the world. He’d been sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, but had escaped with the help of a prison guard, assuredly a Cthulhu cultist himself.

Frump snatched a megaphone from one of the detectives. “Ashton! Give up the lady and maybe the DA will go easy on you!”

“Ha! Fool! Do you think I fear your petty human laws? Only the law of Cthulhu will ever matter again! The Annulus is his! You will never find it! NEVER! It belongs to the Master!”

Jake turned a bright shade of red and exploded with rage. “It? IT! Are you referring to my wife as an ‘it’, you son of a bitch?!?”

“Your wife and children are nothing to me but an object, Ghostbuster! A means to great Cthulhu’s ends!”

“That’s it!” Jake pulled his thrower and prepared to fire at Ashton. Winston tackled him to the ground to stop him from getting himself arrested for first-degree murder.

In the confusion, Ashton tried to attack them with a spell, which Alice quickly countered. Futura responded with a spell of her own, blasting the woodwork under the cultists’ feet, causing them all to fall roughly to the ground. As Ashton fell, he dropped the Necronomicon. Ray briefly wondered where he’d gotten another copy, since the one he’d used before was safely ensconced in the containment unit.

Winston dove for the old tome. Ashtrietried to fight him for it, but he was no match for the Vietnam veteran. Winston made quick work of the smaller man, and used the duct tape from his utility belt to gag him. “You won’t be casting any more spells today, Ashton.” Winston gave the ancient book to Ray and Alice, and then dragged Ashton over to the waiting police. Jake walked over to Ashton, pulled him away from the arresting officers, and practically snarled in his face, “Where’s my wife?”

The man actually laughed beneath his gag. Jake threw him against a patrol car and began to try to beat the information out of him. Eddie, Peter and two police officers couldn’t pull him off. Winston put him into a submission hold for just long enough to get Ashton arrested and locked safely away in a patrol car.

The other cultists attempted to escape the police. Futura kept blasting them off her feet, but she eventually began to tire. When that happened, Janine began blasting them sneakily while no one was looking. Eddie and Futura caught her doing it once and he gaped at her. She smiled and shrugged. “Don’t tell Egon you saw that,” she whispered. “I’m not supposed to be doing that in public yet.” They both nodded, and Futura smiled and winked. She already knew about it.

During all this, the two occult scientists were scanning the pages for a means of sending Cthulhu away again. And it seemed that their knowledge would surely be tested. The sky suddenly became dark, and a storm loomed over the horizon. The air felt heavy with energy. The wateeneaeneath them churned and bubbled, as their fears were realized again.

Cthulhu.

Ray had a fleeting memory of a phrase he’d read in Frank Herbert’s Dune. “The sleeper has awakened,” he muttered to himself.

“What was that, Ray?” Alice asked distractedly.

“Nothing, Alice. Just hurry. Please hurry.”

The massive titan rose from the watery deeps, roaring with anger. His steps caused a seismic vibration that shook them all to their knees. The spawn of Cthulhu rose up through the wooden beams of the docks, ready to destroy the interlopers who dared interfere with their Master’s return. Jake’s nose was twitching so violently, it hurt. Egon had the only activated PKE meter and he was just barely able to toss it into the water before it exploded.

Cthulhu reached out one mighty clawed hand, and tore the roof from the Buxington & Sons warehouse as if it were made of paper. He tossed the roof aside, nearly crushing the rescue party. He leaned down into the building as if studying something with interest.

All was silent for nearly a minute . . .

That’s when they heard it . . .

One long, spine-tingling scream.

Jessica.

With no regard for his safety or the demon that loomed above them, Jake took off like a shot toward the door of the warehouse. In one fluid motion, he pulled his thrower and fired on the door, never breaking his stride as he ran through the smoldering hole. Just afterward, a proton stream hit the Old One in the face. The demon howled in anger and pulled back a bit.

Peter watched with dazed amusement, then quipped, “That man sure knows his way around a proton pack,” before taking off after him.

A moment later, Ray and Alice found what they were looking for. “Ray, the Annulus of R’lyeh should be drawn on her abdomen in blood.” She turned to the firemen and paramedics. “We will need some rubbing alcohol, a package of gauze, and a thick blanket.” She took the alcohol and gauze from the paramedics and the blanket from one of the firemen. She turned back to face Ray. “Use the alcohol to rub the blood from her skin. If this is done before he sacrifices her, it will disrupt the portal. That should leave him open for the electric cannon. The proton streams are causing him pain. They did not work before. Perhaps being awakened again so soon has left him vulnerable. We will use this to our advantage.” As if confirming her theory, three more proton shots struck the mothmoth in the face. He reeled back, roaring in fury and pain.

Ray nodded his understanding, but frowned in puzzlement at the items she took from the rescue workers. “What’s the blanket for?”

“If I’m reading this correctly, she would have to be disrobed for the ritual to work.”

“Oh.” Alice smiled at Ray’s blush. She placed the blanket, alcohol, and gauze in his arms, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “For luck.” Ray smiled broadly, pressed his bundle to his chest, and ran in tirecirection Jake and Peter had gone.

The scene that greeted Ray when he entered the warehouse was ghastly. The walls and floor were covered with bloody pagan symbols. Cthulhu loomed above them, seething with rage. Peter was taking potshots at the demon with his proton rifle, drawing his attention away from Jake, who was leaning over Jessica with his back to the door. She appeared to be strapped to a tilted platform of some sort that elevated her head about five feet off the ground. Her feet were only about an inch off the ground, so she was nearly in a standing position.

When he drew cr, Rr, Ray’s heart sank. Jessica was unconscious, and as Alice had predicted, she was completely nude. Her face was streaked with dirt and fresh tears. There was a bruise forming on her cheek where her captors had obviously struck her, probably in an attempt to keep her from struggling while they secured the ropes that held her down. The platform turned out to be a large wooden door. ‘Cute,’ Ray thought cynically. ‘The Annulus is the doorway to Cthulhu’s return.’

There were handprint bruises on her breasts, indicating a sexual assault. Her ankles were tied to metal spikes driven into the floor beneath the platform. Her wrists were strapped to rings in the top of the platform. She was held down with all her limbs spread out in a lewd pose. Her abdomen was marked with the Annulus of R’lyeh, just as Alice has said it would be. It was drawn in blood, and Ray couldn’t tell for sure if it was hers.

As horrible as all of this was to take in, the worst part of the whole tableau was her hair. A lock of Jessica’s hair had turned stark white. It gleamed against her russet locks. The sight made Ray feel sick. He himself had once been scared so badly that his hair turned white. He had dyed it red again, and luckily enough, it grew back red, but Jessica’s white went right to the root. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was there for the rest of her life, a permanent testimony to what she had been through. Few people could look so closely into the face of an Old One and come away with their sanity intact. Her body would heal, but Ray could only hope that Jessica’s will was strong enough to heal her psyche.

Jake was furiously sawing at the ropes, his own face wet with tears. He wasn’t making much headway because his hands were shakso bso badly. Ray knelt beside him, grasping his hand to stop him. He handed the alcohol, gauze, and blanket to him then grabbed the knife to finish what Jake had started.

“Use the alcohol to rub that filth from her body. Then you can cover her up with the blanket.” Jake numbly took the proffered items, and got to work. Ray took over freeing her hands and feet, making quick work of the ropes.

As soon as the last of the blood was wiped from Jessica’s belly, Cthulhu let out an enraged howl.

Outside, Alice had warned the others to be ready. “Now, Eddie!” At Egon’s command, Eddie fired the cannon at the Old One. The creature reeled back from its position by the warehouse, falling back into the water. Winston drove Ecto-1 over to the water’s edge to give Eddie a better shot. Egon and Janine used the dematerializers to weaken the spawn of Cthulhu. Their proton rifles then successfully snared the spawn that tried to attack the rescue workers. They were already weakened by the attack on their Master, and the two had little trouble trapping them all. To be on the safe side, Futura created a force field bubble around the rescue workers.

Eddie continued to fire relentlessly on the creature. With one final explosion, Cthulhu disappeared in a melting, putrid mass just as he had three years before. When the smoke cleared, the storm no longer loomed above them, and Cthulhu was gone once again.

The rescue workers let out a cheer, joined by Eddie, Winston and Janine. Egon smiled broadly and adjusted his glasses, which had fallen askew in the battle. Futura and Alice both sat on the ground to rest, as spell casting causes a great deal of fatigue.

“We did it! We killed him!” Eddie shouted.

“Yes. But death is never the end for the Old Ones,” Alice replied. “Cthulhu fhtagn. Dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
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