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The Dark in the Island	By : Shotahunter1851 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 5428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The dark at the island

Chapter one: The arrival.

The ferry rocked up and down making more than one of its passengers feel seasick, a few were forced to empty their stomachs on the ship’s sides, much to the amusement of the harden crewmen who mocked the “Land lovers” for their inability to handle the harsh seas that they have already accustomed thanks to a lifetime at the high ocean, it was then their eyes turned over to an unusually attractive young boy whom they originally confused with a girl dressed in a yellow raincoat which kept the water away, allowing only for the cold morning winds to gently brushed his face swaying his short black hair. Danny Fenton then turned around showing his celestial blue eyes to rough-looking men upon seeing that the ship was approaching the port of a modest size town going by the name of Casper which the boy found most peculiar as that was the name of his high school, stranger even was that the town in itself was located on an island eight hours distance from Amity Park accessible only via a ferry.

Little by little was that the boat began to lose speed for a much more controlled anchorage and to avoid crashing into the dock as the ferry in itself was old and poorly maintained needing a much more careful approach, many travelers including Danny wonder why this old heap of junk was considered seaworthy, it was large enough to fit a few vehicles among the passengers along with the town’s provisions that took most of the inner cargo space, leaving enough room for a few cabins in the lower deck, on closer inspection, one could see rust on every corner and many parts had been repaired with wooden planks rather than welded steel, black smoke came out from the funnel. The only place with some degree of privacy were the bathrooms and the bridge.

Danny looked around for a moment before raising an eyebrow as several crewmen and passengers looked in utter admiration at a massive tank-like vehicle parked at the front of the ferry, completely made with reinforced steel, two large heavy-duty wheels at the front with tank treads at the back making it an all-terrain vehicle, more notable was the giant green “F” painted on both sides of the vehicle. The boy sighed out loud as he walked closer to the family RV appropriately named “The Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle” or “GAV” for short, despite its impressive and intimidating appearance, his family often used it for the most mundane of activities such as family trips.

It was at the car’s door that he noticed a young dark skin boy, his best friend, Tucker Foley, who was busy playing around with his PDA, despite the two teenagers knowing each other for many years now, they hardly crossed words during their entire voyage to Casper Island including the time they spend playing videogames in the RV late in the night leading to both kids waking up late. Tucker only noticed Danny’s presence as he sat beside him followed by a morning greeting, almost as if on cue was that on at the opposite side of the ferry a young girl with short black hair, Samantha Manson who walked out of the restroom adjusting her already too short skirt and cleaning her mouth with a napkin. With a deep breath, smiles at Danny while timidly waving her hand as to greet the boys yet didn’t come closer upon seeing their angry expressions.

“Come on dude, let’s go inside.”- Danny said ignoring the girl who shrunk in her place.

“Mr. Fenton, can I see that fine portable inter-communicator?”- Tucker added with childish fascination once inside after slamming the door making Sam walk away.

As the boat’s front panels came down was that Danny noticed the man’s bathroom door open allowing for a young muscular boy to walk out, the blonde hair and red letterman jacket were unmistakable, Dash Baxter, Casper high school quarterback and a well-known bully. Before Danny could utter any questions was that the RV began moving forcing him to his seat. The boy was more than sure to have seen wrong as there was no way for the idiot football player to followed him to the ends of the world without him taking notice, though in hindsight, the boat parted during the night allowing for the passengers to sleep throughout most of the trip, Danny had only recently woken up despite it almost being midday due to him playing video games with Tucker.

It was then that Danny’s train of thoughts was broken upon feeling the bumpy road which forced him to look outside, seeing old delipidated buildings along with what seemed to be oil lanterns making him feel most uneasy while his older sister, Jazz Fenton, on the other hand, watched in utter delight at the architecture making her feel as if she had just travel back in time, to the 1800s, the redhead squinted her blue eyes to get a closer look of the buildings and the road that were mostly made with stone and old brickwork that hadn’t been seen in years, if not decades or even centuries, she smiled upon laying eyes over the oil lanterns in place of actual street lamps. It took all of her willpower not to jump in glee, even the townsfolk dressed accordingly in old-fashion button shirts that seemed to have come out from the 1900s or previous, this thought was shared among the rest of the Fenton Family.

Everyone in town watched with a mixture of horror and excitement at the armored vehicle as it slowly made its way down the streets, young children would walk up to the GAV and touch its sides before running away while laughing, though soon were scolded by their terrified mothers who most likely had never seen such apparatus in their entire lives, perhaps the ferry was the most advance they had seen so far. The family patriarch, Jack Fenton, drove slow and careful making sure not to damage the cobble street or to scare the horses that seemed to be the main form of transportation among the townies, Jazz commented that fuel must be a precious commodity at the island seeing the large amounts of well-kept carriages and horses, but not a single car.

“How many people live in this dump?”- Danny asked earning a glare from his mother for having insulted a town they hardly knew anything about.

“There’s not much online, but the town is part of Amity Park’s municipality with over eight thousand registered inhabitants.”- Jazz said as she opened her laptop. “Funded by Bartholomew Masters in 1795 for the rich inhabitants of the newly formed Amity Park following the outbreak of yellow fever, yet it became a prison island soon after the start of the War of 1812 leading to the construction of fort Casper which was completed in 1840 due to the difficulty of bringing materials and other essentials to the island, nevertheless, was ready for the Mexican-American war of 1846 but was never put to actual use until the American war fifteen years later… is anybody listening?!”- Jazz suddenly called out.

“What? you said something, Jazz?”- Danny teased which made his older sister tossed him a notebook.

All within the GAV started to laugh as Jazz slammed her laptop shut and turned her attention outside the window where she saw in between the houses of variating sizes the ocean, the redhead felt most calm and relaxed seeing the vast ocean. Out of nowhere two, high power ATVs jumped in front of the family vehicle scaring Jazz who fell onto the floor, the two drivers, a man, and a woman got in front of the GAV as they both flipped Jack off before speeding away uncaring that their roaring engines scared the nearby horses that fled terrified. Jack cursed at them while honking his horn and shaking his fist outside the window, yet didn’t dare speed up in fear of wreaking the road with the tank treads.

(XXXXXX)

Everyone gasped in surprise as they approached Voorhees Inn, a monumental three-story building that resembled an old Victorian-era manor placed at the edge of a tall cliff making Jazz asked if the structure was secured, though didn’t get any answers as her family and Tucker marched inside the hotel. The redhead then turned around seeing several tall brick buildings surrounding the hotel yet none as alluring or impressive, it was then that she felt several eyes looking down at her, scanning every inch of her body, Jazz hurried after her parents trying to avoid the curious glances that were send towards her by the curious townsfolk.

“I hope this dump has electricity”- Tucker declared as he marched into the hotel lobby.

“They probably still use candles.”- Danny replied with a smirk.

The lobby had a series of couches in the middle under a chandelier, a large wooden desk could be seen at the far back pressed directly to a set of stairs leading to upper rooms, a sign to the far right above an archway told Danny and his family that the restaurant was located just beyond, on the opposite side was the dance hall which made more than one wonder if there was such entertainment during the evenings, there was no denying it had a classic feel to the place like that of the 1950s era due to the old fashion lightbulbs. Old portraits hung from the walls making each step echo due to how silent and vast the lobby was, the only source of light other than the chandelier came through a large window just above the main entrance that had a peculiar decoration that resembled a humanoid wearing a black robe, more notable were with the two large horns over its head and tentacles for feet.

“Good evening. Reservation for Jack Fenton, I presume.”- a female clerk with short red hair greeted with an eerily long smile as she rang a bell. “Excuse mister Beltran if he can’t help you with your luggage”. The woman added as Jack saw the woman’s name tag, Penelope.

Danny and his older sister felt suddenly most uneasy upon hearing the bellboy’s name, yet calmed down as a short man no taller than five feet walked out from behind a door just behind the clerk neatly dressed in a black suit complete with a bowtie though held an upset expression as if he had been interrupted, it was then that Maddie noticed that the clerk was wearing what seemed to be a vintage uniform, similar to those common during the 1950s which in itself matched with the hotel’s style, it made her wonder if the owners were trying to come up with some sort of a theme, something to attract more tourists due to how hard it must be to convince a middle-class individual to make such an extensive boat trip to an island in the middle of the ocean, or perhaps they were trapped in time due to how isolated the place is. In a way, it made sense that the islanders wanted to improve their lifestyles by adding tourism as it was the easiest and most effective way to produce money with very little investment.

Tucker fell on his knees the moment he walked through the bedroom door whizzing for air and covered in sweat as two medium-size bags fell off his back and unto the floor with a loud thud while Danny followed up without so much as breaking a sweat despite having walked two flights of stairs not only while carrying their luggage, but also a large metallic box that he left in his parents’ room. The boy then tossed the bags over the floor while closing the door and smirking at his friend who finally stood up after reincorporating himself.

“Man, this place is old as shit!”- Tucker declared loudly before tossing himself onto the bed. “Check this out, no internet.”- the dark skin boy added after checking his cellphone.

“Give it a rest, dude. It’s not like we’re on a vacation”- Danny said looking out the window.

There was a vast garden just beyond the window with an empty swimming pool surrounded by hedges and a tall brick fence that had seen better days given the amount of mold growing all over, at the corner was a greenhouse in no better shape than the fence. More impressive than the garden was the forest that connected directly to the hotel, upon squinting his eyes, Danny could distinguish a sort of path going up the hill yet losing itself in between the tall trees nearly the same size as the hotel, it was the first time that the boy had ever seen such tall trees, it almost seemed unnatural. Danny then turns his attention back to the bedroom seeing Tucker was fooling around with his PDA, cellphone, and finally his laptop, trying to make them work with a router he configured himself but with no luck.

The room was much bigger than expected despite having an old-style with dark green walls, wooden floorboards that fortunately didn’t creak upon being stepped on, a few portraits with what seemed to be of witch burnings that Danny found in poor taste, a large in-wall closet by corner next to the window, besides it was another door most likely leading to the bathroom, much to the boys’ surprise were the two canopy double beds that used old beige covers though was surrounded by a red curtain followed by a vintage nightlamp by the sides, just in front of the beds was an old television that the user had to flip a switch to change channels yet had no signal.

The boy then headed over to a door next to the television leading into the bathroom which made him chuckle with amusement upon staring at an old toilet that had the water deposit up high with a literal chain hanging by the side. His eyes then turned over to the shower that was missing the curtains, it was then that Danny peel off his shirt and dropped his pants showing off his curvy figure to Tucker who sighed in exasperation upon seeing his best friend casually undressing, it was true that they had showered together countless times at the school’s shower room after gym class, but to see him undressing in a hotel room created a huge series of implications that Tucker didn’t like.

“Can’t you undress in the damn bathroom, dude?”- Tucker asked unsure if he should cover his eyes or not.

“Relax, it's nothing that you haven’t seen before, and we at least we have plumbing.”- the boy replied, thankful that he didn’t have to call for a staff member to bring him hot water to bath.

Danny let out a relaxed sigh upon feeling the hot water running down his skin, even so, couldn’t help but wonder if he truly saw Dash earlier that day, the idiotic jock couldn't have followed him all the way to Casper Island, nevertheless, the football player was a little bit obsessed with his bullying practices almost as if following some sort of a schedule, but even Dash wouldn’t venture so far just to mess with him. Especially after having traded punches the previous week which lead to Danny being the only one suspended despite having several witnesses who claimed that it was the quarterback who started the whole brawl. Danny then let out a deep sigh as he noticed Tucker standing at the door which he forgot to close.

“You still angry with her?”- Tucker asked while crossing his arms.

“…Yeah… she should have told me.”- Danny replied with an upset voice as he soaps his body.

“Sam did it for us, to help us, not that I’m justifying her or anything. She just had a blonde moment or whatever it’s called and thought that was her best option.”- Tucker continued unable to remove his eyes off Danny’s back.

“The bitch only wanted an excuse.”- the boy refuted as he turns over to Tucker. “If you want, we can shower together.”- Danny teased ending the conversation as Tucker slammed the door and walked away.

(XXXXXX)

It was later that night that Danny and his family were escorted by a young bellboy towards the hotel’s restaurant area, Jazz and her brother looked dumbfounded at the marvelous decorations all around the dining hall, chief among them being the golden chandelier hanging in the middle of the dining hall, followed by round tables covered with a red tablecloth and very comfortable looking chairs which both siblings had only seen in vintage movies and which made the Fenton family feel like royalty, now understanding why anyone would want to travel so far after learning that other guests from the mainland were also staying at the hotel most likely seeking for a brief escapade.

The bellboy quietly took the Fenton family to their designated table, only then was that Danny saw Sam sitting with her family a few tables further in, out of the blue was that the girl’s parents cheerfully waved their hands to greet him and his parents which Danny found most odd as he was often treated him like a nuisance whenever visiting the Manson manor, never passing the beyond the door whenever they were around. Even in their casual wears, the Manson family blend in perfectly, Jeremy Manson, a thin man often seen dressed in a white shirt with a blue wool vest sat next to his wife, Pamela who always wore a colorful pastel blue dress with clearly expensive jewelry though on closer inspection these were missing.

Several queer-looking people suddenly marched into the dining hall, Jack suddenly called out to the couple that cut him off earlier that day along with flipping him off, the two wore distinctive black armored suits and helmets with green accents, along with green goggles along with gray and green backpacks that seemed to be attached to the suits, the final touch where their bright green elbow and knee pads. Soon the men traded insults drawing everyone’s attention yet neither came closer, it was the mighty roaring of a great white tiger that made everybody go silent as they all turn over to yet another couple who didn’t wear any sort of armor, instead opting for more casual wear.

“Danny, aren't you worried? These are the best-known ghost hunters in the world!”- Tucker said upon realizing who the strangely dressed people were.

The boy then chuckles for a moment as he reminded Tucker that these people may be the best-known ghost hunters in the world but not actually being the best hunters per se, Danny then points over to the tiger and his owners “the Groovy gang and Scaredy-Cat,” a quirky couple that looks like they belong at some hippie camp smoking weed due to their casual clothes, leading the duo was a blond-haired man with a goatee going by the name Andy, wearing a teal hat and vest over a turtleneck sweater and blue jeans with a peace symbol necklace followed by Fran, his glasses-wearing redhaired assistant standing by his side wore a pink scarf around her neck, and a purple outfit. Danny then shifts his attention towards the couple that cut his father off on the road earlier that day calling them the “Extreme Ghost breakers” who in a manner of speaking seemed much more prepared as their armors came equipped with anti-ghost technology and several communications devices.

“It’s a virtual “who’s who” of who can’t catch ghosts.”- Danny said making Tucker frown at his overconfidence. “What in the fuck?”- Danny muttered as he lay witness to an unbelievable sight.

Standing at the other side of the dining hall was none other than Dash Baxter wearing his ever-present red letterman jacket, to his right was his on and off girlfriend, Paulina Sanchez, and their cronies of which he recognized Kwan Li who was best friends with the quarterback and a cheerleader who Danny only knew as Star along with three more girls and another jock making a team of eight. The quarterback then gave a devilish smile upon seeing Danny, it was then that he put two fingers on his lips and stuck his tongue out while licking the air in between making Danny narrow his eyes in anger as he knew what that foul expression meant. Just as he was about to move closer and give Dash a piece of his mind was that he noticed two additional boys standing close to the jocks while not being part of their circle.

An overweight boy with unruly brown hair named Nathan and his best friend Mikey, a much smaller bucktooth boy with an unfortunate bowl haircut, two were well-known geeks and active members of the chess club, which Jazz was president of during her spare time. It became fairly obvious as to why the two geeks would follow Dash and his gang to such a desolated island in the middle of nowhere, they were the pack mules.

“Hey there Jazz!”- a familiar voice called out to the redhead.

Jazz gasp out loud as clasps both hands together upon seeing her two best friends, Brittany and Sarah standing just a few feet away almost as if they were at school and not on a remote island in the middle of nowhere, there was a mixture of emotions as the redhead was most happy to see her two “girlfriends,” but also extremely bothered to have them at such place, just as the redhead was about to inquire for their reasons to being there was that they moved to the side revealing a young brown-haired boy. Jazz smiles long and wide as she puts her hands over her hips while greeting her only male friend, Westly “Wes” Weston who blushed as he laid eyes over the redhead while trying to greet her back.

Danny rolls his eyes as it was fairly obvious from a mile away that Wes was in love with his older sister who had not taken notice of the boy’s overly affective and caring nature, often offering himself for all kinds of school-related labors just to spend time with the redhead, even if it meant sacrificing his weekends. Tucker teased Danny by declaring that cluelessness ran in the family which made the boy frown as he playfully punched Tucker in the ribs causing no harm.

“Greetings and welcome my brave hunters!”- a loud and firm voice boomed across the dining hall. “I am Mayor Vlad Masters.”-

Everyone then turned their attention towards a suave looking man who was standing over the table at the front, Danny was kindly expecting to see an old gentleman wearing a vintage 1800s Lord costume following the local fashion, yet was surprised to see a younger man in his early forties sporting a modern black Armani suit with long white hair tied in a ponytail that didn’t match with his age. The entire dining hall went quiet allowing for the mayor to speak.

“For many years my town had been besieged by foul abominations, and the lack of response from the local and federal government has led me to you.”- The man said in an almost condescending manner. “Each one will receive the according fees along with an additional ten thousand for every monster level three you slay, I will not allow any slackers.”- the man continued as he recalled having been warned that ghost hunters rarely took on large prey saved for a few suicidal maniacs, there was also the matter of frauds pretending to be ghost hunters.

“What about that bonus you mentioned in your email? For the level eight specter.”- a young dark skin girl asked.

“Of course, miss Valerie Grey.”- Vlad said looking over at the name tag over the table, it was then that he finally took notice of the strange array of people before him, most consisted of small families with children and random lone teenagers, including this Valerie Grey who didn’t seem to over fourteen and sat alone at the table. “There is one creature that has overtaken my home called the Fright Knight, for his head, I offer ten million dollars.”- This earned several cheers from the hunters who clapped their hands.

It was then that Vlad rang a bell bringing forth several staff members who marched in pushing trolley carts while scattering around the tables sliding plates with large juicy steaks in front of every ghost hunter who drooled like starving dogs over the most luxurious meals they were being treated. The Fenton family cheerfully chatted among each other while Jack gave Wes and his team the best advice and tips that he could, though the boy was only interested in hearing Jazz more than her father, something that made Danny and Tucker snicker.

“Are you sure about this, Vlad?”- Penelope inquired once she and Vlad were out of sight. “They don’t seem very capable. Some aren’t even adults.”-

“A man can be very loyal for the right price, and for the right amount is willing to fight even with the impossible. We only need one or two to hunt these animals down.”- Vlad replied as he gently lifted the woman's face. “Tomorrow we’ll see who’s who.”

(XXXXX)

As night came upon the hotel, all the hunters marched into their bedrooms wanting nothing more than to recover from the dreadful journey overseas, a great hunt awaited them and would be needing all the strength they could muster though not all were so keen on sleeping early, Nathan and Mikey were outside their bedroom door listening to the lustful sounds of meat hitting meat coming from within the room making the overweight Nathan feel uncomfortable. Whether there were other guests on that floor remained unknown yet Mikey was on his knees pressing his ear unto the wooden door trying to make out as much as he could, already sporting an erection hidden inside his pants that he unconsciously began rubbing.

Feeling frustrated, Nathan began to pace up and down as the voices within became louder, though not even for the next-door neighbors to take notice, it was then that he realized that Mikey had his hand inside his pants clearly masturbating to the lewd sounds or perhaps had a sexual attraction towards the door, nevertheless, this made Nathan let out a groan as he couldn’t believe that his friend had sunken so low. The fat teen had more than enough and took hold of his backpack that was left pressed against the wall and which he managed to take before being ordered to wait outside by Dash Baxter who shoved him out.

“Where are you going?”- Mikey half-whispered as to not draw the attention of anyone. “Dash ordered us to wait here.”- the boy continued.

“I’m not gonna sit here hearing my sister get her brains fucked out.”- Nathan whispered back. “Where’s my camera?”- the fat boy demanded.

“Just be back for cleanup, alright”- Mikey replied handing him the device which was hanging over his neck. “Dash wanted to film a porno the other day and asked me for the camera.”- Mikey added looking away.

Before being able to ask anything was that both boys saw Jazz Fenton discreetly walking down the hallway carrying her backpack over the shoulder and quickly disappearing in the following set of stairs which prompted Nathan to followed curious about her activities after asking his friend to cover for him. The redhead was unable to fall asleep as she felt most thrilled to be participating in a real ghost hunt for the first time, she wanted to see one such specter up close ever since ghosts become of public knowledge, her parents had ranted about them for years but only last summer was that their dream became true. As the girl reached the lobby was that she noticed a light and music coming from a second door that was beside the restaurant’s entry.

The sounds of soft yet elegant jazz music lured the redhead towards what seemed to be a bar area, several small tables with white cloths and candles caught her attention along with dim lights dangling overhead that made her heart skip a beat as she was reminded of her favorite romance movies and made her feel like being part of the cast, each table had at least two to three individuals enjoying a drink along with a salty snack. A few lovers were casually chatting very closely despite the music not preventing them from talking, they simply wanted to be close enough to be gently touching each other’s hands or faces. The redhead was more than thankful for having remained in her daily outfit rather than changing into her pink nightgown as that would have made her into laughing stock.

“What can I get you, lady?”- the bartender asked not caring to ask for any sort of identification.

Jazz hadn’t noticed that she was standing over at the bar. The redhead was at a loss for words as she couldn’t think of anything to say, her high IQ didn’t allow for any answer to come to mind, she wanted to turn back but foolish pride didn’t let her, instead looked around for a menu or a price chart so she could get an idea as to what to ask for. As she was about to ask for a beer which she intended on leaving on the counter once the bartender was long gone was that her eyes met with a menu making her feel as if a heavyweight was taken off her shoulder, the girl then began reading and trying to find something cheap that could save her from walking out in shame once the bartender realized that she was only sixteen.

“I’ll have a glass of wine…”- Jazz said looking at the cheapest option which was at eight dollars while wondering if the man would ask her to leave as she was still underage.

“May I interest you in a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon?”- Jazz turned upon hearing a soft voice from behind her. The girl blushed as she laid eyes over a young and elegant man with black hair and a goatee allowing her to quietly agree while blushing ever so slightly. “One bottle, please.”- The man asked as he was soon presented with an elegant-looking bottle.

The two soon found themselves walking towards an empty table by the corner where it was slightly more peaceful permitting them to talk without the need to raise their voices as was the case with many of the patrons who were almost yelling at each other mainly due to having one too many drinks, not a second after taking a seat was that man began opening the bottle while trying to explained that many people from town often came to the hotel for a drink rather than drinking the moonshine that was sold at the local bars, Jazz quickly noticed that her companion seemed overly nervous, avoiding eye contact yet keeping a warm smile.

Only the hotel bar had actual liquor being sold, ranging from the most common beer to the most extravagant wine that was frequently offered during dinner, the music played on an old jukebox was a true luxury among the islanders who didn’t even know what a radio was given their overly simply lifestyle. As the man finally opens his fancy bottle and poured Jazz a glass which she stared at for a moment was that he told her that due to the vast distance between the island and the mainland there were basically uncommunicated. The redhead hadn’t noticed until then that her phone had no internet connection and didn’t have a signal either.

“Oh, I haven’t presented myself, the name’s William Tristan Arnet… the third, but everybody calls me the Ghost Writer.”- The man said with a bit of pride.

Jazz smiled for a moment as she heard the strange nickname though soon learned the reason for such an unusual sobriquet was that the man turned out to be a local from Amity Park and an upcoming soon to be famous writer going under the penname “Ghost Writer.” The man had traveled to the island of Casper searching for inspiration and research material for his new book though also as a bit of a reward after publishing his first-ever book a month prior which made him feel especially proud, the writer then produced his only ever published book clearly impressing the girl who gasped out loud as she suddenly recognized the book’s cover that had a red rose with a destroyed city in the background, she quickly turned the book around and saw a picture of the man and the editorial brand which further legitimizes his claims.

It was then that she puts the book on the table in favor of her small backpack which found a place over her lap, Tristan watched puzzled expression as the girl rummages through her belongings, shoving her laptop and notebooks to the side, and producing a hardcover book that the man immediately recognized as his first publication. Amity Park had the tendency of buying and distributing the first ten thousand copies of all new authors for the local library as a means to support their local talents. It was there that Jazz found the book which she fell in love with and had read over a dozen times, she even quoted several of her favorite lines by heart before asking for an autograph that brought a tear to Tristan’s eyes.

Most girls her age would prefer a romantic novel that had a handsome vampire that sparkles under the sunlight rather than bursting into flames following traditional folklore, who falls madly in love with a beautiful and busty teenager. Jazz on the other hand found Tristan’s book most enticing with its dark and grim setting that had two sisters fighting the second American Civil War eventually ending up on opposite sides after one loses her mind, every chapter was heartbreaking and oddly satisfying seeing how the girls struggled to save their love ones while trying to stop the evil dictator, none of the redhead’s peers could understand why she enjoyed something so grim.

Jazz slides her copy towards the Ghost Writer asking rather effusively for an autograph while biting her on her lower lips. This took the writer by surprise as hardly anyone ever showed any kind of interest in his previous works including his editorial which brought about a tear to Tristan’s eye. His heart quivered in excitement as his pen slid and curves over the paper creating his first-ever autograph before the two gently tap their wine glasses.

(XXXXX)

“Sit your ass down, please!”- Brittany ordered as she combs her long brownish hair in front of the mirror.

Sarah laughs in a rather rude manner as she watches Wes’s pace up and down the room fidgeting with his fingers for a while longer making Brittany glared at the boy which prompts him into obeying the command already given to him and sitting over at the window frame asking if he should text the redhead a “good night” message or perhaps head over to her bedroom with coffee and cookies under the excuse of creating strategies for their upcoming hunt. Brittany facepalms herself as she and Sarah look over at a dumbfounded Wes as if he were mentally challenged for having come up with such ridiculous ideas in such a short amount of time.

“Do want to come out as a creep?”- Sarah said as she took hold of her toothbrush making Wes shake his head in denial.

It is said that everyone knows when someone is in love except the person in question. This couldn’t be truer for Wes and Jazz as their closest friends and not so close acquaintances quickly pick up on the boy’s strong romantic feelings for the redhead that went beyond her massive breasts and bubble butt, even that seductive look that she at times gave out without knowing, Wes was always following the redhead like a puppy and blushing upon seeing her every morning. Quickly joining the debate and chess clubs without a moment’s doubt once she inscribed, staying until at school helping her with any assignment that Lancer tossed her just to spent time together.

“This is like fishing, you gotta let Jazz loose for a little bit before reeling her back in and repeating the process.”- Brittany said with a long smirk. “Before you know it, she’ll be all over you to the point that you’ll want to hide from her, but right now, she probably looks at you like a little brother, gotta change that.”- she added in a teasing manner.

Their plan was simple and highly idiotic at best, they needed to make Jazz see Wes as a man and not some little brother as was stated by Brittany, yet their approach left much to be desired as Sarah convinced both teens to join the hunt once Jazz told her about it, immediately getting the invite for Casper Island’s hunt moments after signing up as ghost hunters and paying the fifty dollar fee per hunter at the local recruiting center along with convincing Jack Fenton to vouch for their team which was most likely the reason for the invite. It was then that she wondered about the other teams that were composed of teens just like them.

“How you think Dash and his idiots got invited to this hunt?”- Brittany asked.

“His daddy is chief of police and probably thought this would man him up or some shit.”- Sarah replied as all agree that was the sole reason for Dash getting away with all his bullying.

“Listen, we’re not gonna put our lives in danger just so you can get laid.”- Brittany said firmly. “We’re gonna stay in the back while you act all macho man in front of Jazz, got it?”- the brown hair girl added.

“Speak for yourself, I’ve been wanting to try out this bad boy for a while now.” -Sarah retorted as she produced a small futuristic-looking pistol similar to the fantasy guns from the 1950s movies. “Here, a good luck charm”- the blonde girl said as she tossed Wes a condom wrapper making him blush.

With that as a cue was that they headed off to bed followed by Sarah who put away her high-tech weapon, though not without Wes getting a stern and firm warning about not trying anything with them while they slept and to keep his pants on at all times, otherwise, Sarah would personally cut his dick off leaving him without anything to pleasure their redhead of a friend at night. Despite the harsh warning, Wes felt good to have at least two cute girls see him as a man and be conscious of him. The boy then muttered a “good-night” towards Jazz which made the girls groan in annoyance.

(XXXXX)

Seeing Jazz retired back to her room after having a few drinks leaving the writer which prompted Nathan to exit the bar and walked towards a large balcony, the boy soon became furious unable to enjoy the sight before him, he became tired of being Dash and his gang’s laughing stock, furthermore, he couldn’t fathom the sole idea of his idiotic sister sleeping with the entire football just to be part of the A-listers, there was nothing to be gain from such little social club other than a slightly better table at the school’s cafeteria but everyone at Casper high thought so highly of the A-lister, the jocks though only from the football and the cheerleaders who’s only real talent was shaking their plump asses around. Even the vice-principal Lancer protected Dash and his cronies, it made him sick.

The large fatty teen suddenly lifted a large and heavy potted plant overhead and tossed over the balcony disappearing into the darkness below, nothing could quell his anger, it wasn’t that he was intimidated by Dash Baxter, on the contrary, the jock wasn’t much of a challenge. Despite the geeky teen’s calm and playful nature held quite a large sum of strength, the first time Nathan confronted the quarterback was upon coming back home early and hearing the faint sounds of love coming from his sister’s room, after knocking several times was that Dash opened the door making the fat teen’s face contort into fury filled expression.

The bulky jock roared out laughing as Nathan using his nosy voice demanded him to leave at once which made his sister Kimberly most irritated, Dash then shoved Nathan backwards while commenting about using his sister’s hole for a little longer. This was the breaking point as Nathan nearly knocked him out after headbutting him once directly to the nose, it was then that Kimberly rushed towards her brother who was expected a hug and a congratulation only to be slapped across the face, the girl called him quite a variety of names all extremely insulting. The following weeks were no better as Dash came over very often.

“Stupid bitch!”- Nathan yelled before putting his elbows over the stone balcony’s railing looking at the camera.

It was then that the teen begun playing with the setting on the digital camara camera, going through the most recent recoding yet didn’t find anything relevant nor interesting, though Nathan did wonder why Dash wanted to film a porno considering his small dick size which made him laugh for a moment. A sudden and very loud thunder took the teen by surprise making the camera danced and bounced between his fat hands over and over, unknowingly, Nathan was leaning too far out from the balcony but a large smile came about his face once he took the camera into his full grasp. The last thing he wanted was to have beef with Mikey who was most content with being a gofer.

Nathan’s smile slowly faded away as he came to realized that he had lean too far out, the boy was standing on his toes completely stretched out only his fingertips prevented him from plummeting to his doom, both legs began to strain while trying to keep balance, nevertheless, his left foot slip and the large teen flip on the railing, but thanks to his quick thinking managed to hold onto the ledge, almost as if a bad joke it started to rain. His wailing and screaming couldn’t be heard within the bar as the music was loud and the drunken patrons were too busy chatting amongst themselves that not one even turned towards the window.

The teen’s heart was beating so hard it could almost break through his ribcage, fear like none ever took over his entire being, Nathan didn’t care in the least when the camara fell and vanished into the dark below, nothing that he tried work as his fingers began to slide. With a deafening yelled that faded long before reaching the bar was how Nathan fell to abysm. The clouds and dark blue sky soon vanished into the dark. Nathan blinked a couple of times as he looked with shock at the dark foliage above him as rain struck him in the face, his heartbeat began to lower its pace as he couldn’t believe his extraordinarily good luck, the many branches, and leaf piles broke his fall. A true miracle.

Pain suddenly overtook his entire body now that the adrenaline was finally running off, hundreds of curses came out from the boy. It was upon trying to stand up that a horrible pain struck the boy’s leg forcing him to remained on the wet muddy ground, wriggling like a worm, he was sure to broken something on his way down. The first thought that came to mind was the camera, perhaps in an attempt to distract his mind form the pain

“Where in the fuck am I?”- Nathan asked himself unable to distinguish anything in the dark.

Horrid pain engulfed his torso upon sitting up making Nathan wonder if some of his ribs were broken, his right hand was unresponsive forcing the boy to use his left hand to extract the cellphone which he prays still works despite the dreadful fall that nearly claimed his life. A bright light emanated from the device making him smile though this didn’t last long upon seeing that there was no signal making his phone into a fancy toy as his game apps still worked. Thick trees and bushes were revealed as Nathan shined his flashlight app trying to find a way back to the hotel, his best course of action would be to drag himself around the cliff in hopes of coming across a person or at least a path leading him to safety.

Nathan shines his light over the cliff surprised to have survived such a fall. It was quite the story to tell, surely one that no one would ever come to believe despite his wounds and most likely broken bones, strange howling and terrible bellowing broke through the heavy rain making Nathan shiver in utter terror, the monsters they came to hunt were already lurking within the dark ready to feast on any poor soul, it was only a matter of time before a creature of unspeakable horror found him. Nathan fear for his life once more as he was sure to have entered werewolf territory, his light suddenly shined over a rustling bush that makes him tense up, two glowing green eyes could be seen reflected by the boy’s light.

Nathan gasped upon seeing a giant glowing white snake with a green belly that resembled a twenty-meter-long cobra. Its fangs long and terrible with bright soulless green eyes, a beastly elongated body that would send even the bravest man running away filled with dread. The teen’s entire body froze upon seeing the monster before, there was no way to out run the beast much less to confront it.

“Oh my god!! Help me!!”- Nathan screamed upon discovering that his arms refuse to obey him.

The snake suddenly slithered away leaving the perfect prey behind which made Nathan gasp out in relief wondering if his screams had somehow frightened the horrible beast away, it didn’t matter as he had mere minutes before another terror came looking for an easy meal. It was then that he noticed a strange thick dark purple vine with a green underbelly a few feet away, his eyes open wide upon seeing it moving on its own. Without warning it suddenly wrapped around his right leg with a bone-crushing grip that made him shriek in pain, it wasn’t a giant snake but part of something much bigger, a tentacle hence why the giant snake ran away.

Nathan screamed for dear life as he punched and scratched at the tentacle while being dragged towards the stonewall, his phone fell unto the mud shining over Nathan as he yelled at the top of his lungs begging for a hero, it was then that the creature moved his giant feelers up and slammed Nathan onto the ground nearly knocking him out cold. The boy slowly saw the dark skies move in front of his eyes as he saw pulled into a small opening on the stonewall, Nathan chuckled for a moment as his “breasts” which Dash mocked him for was caught in the rock, with a powerful yanked was that the boy was pulled inside leaving a red stain behind that was washed away by the heavy rain.

“Shouldn’t that loser, Nathan be here cleaning up” – Dash said as he tossed a used condom over Mikey’s head.

“Seriously, where is he?” – Kimberly asked for her brother getting only a shrug from Mikey.

To be continued.
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