The Phantom ch-2

Chapter 2… Ectoplasm and Blood

     For centuries, men, ghosts and armies have fought over this land for its riches, never knowing what evil rested in it. And even now, 3000 years later, blood is still spilt for the treasures of Pariah. As an army of ghosts speed towards what's left of Ghostkari's capital city, we, the Halfas, Pariah's sacred body guards, keep watch from deep within the ghost zone.

     The human battalion gets ready and they take aim with their anti-ghost weapons, most of them wearing all white uniforms however only one wears a red leather jacket over a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans and combat boots. He seems to be the battalion's commander when another man on a hover scooter rides off into the city. The man in the jacket and another man look in his direction. The commander's name is Daniel J. Fenton while the other man's identity is Dash Baxter.

     "Hey Fenton," Baxter started. "Looks like you got promoted."

     Fenton takes his rifle and kneels on the front lines and takes aim. He roars the orders: "Everyone, weapon's ready!" The ghostly army races closer to the city. "Steady!" he turns to Baxter. "You and I are gonna see this fight 'till the end, right Dash?"

     Dash speaks confidently but is obviously afraid. "Oh yeah." As the army races closer Fenton roars the order again to keep steady on their guns, but Baxter drops his gun and runs. "Wait for me!"

     Fenton rolls his eyes as if he saw this coming. "Steady men!" Everyone takes aim as the army comes into range. "FIRE!!!" All the triggers are pulled at all at once, some missing the ghostly soldiers, others making confirmed hits knocking the ghosts down and dissolve into ectoplasm. They fire again knocking down more ghosts. The ghosts ready their weapons and fire. Some of the men are killed, others are badly wounded but they keep on fireing with all they have, but it is not enough.  As the army nears the front lines, Fenton reloads for another assault but he isn't quick enough for the army has already breached the front lines and he is knocked onto his back and drops the rifle. He reaches into his jacket with both hands and pulls out a pair of semi-auto pistols. He aims and fires at his enemies from his left and to his right. He backs away trying to find higher ground. (high floating ground that is) He crosses his arms and fires hitting ghosts everywhere around him. He is the best marksmen the Guys in White have. He runs out of bullets and reloads then fires again until his ammo is all but gone. All around Fenton, his battalion is getting slaughtered, stabbed, shot and killed as they attempt to retreat into the city. As Fenton falls back, a ghost flies over him knocking him over a fallen pillar. He finds a semi-automatic laying in the rubble but has to turn back as the ghosts attempt to shoot his hand off. Fenton staggers back and starts running. He runs as fast as his legs could carry him. He jumps over a fallen pillar and around another until he is met with another group of ghosts and stops in his tracks. He his surrounded and he runs for open area to his right. He sees Dash running for dear life as well and he heads for a chamber with a large door. Dash runs inside. "Get inside Dash!" Fenton says. "Get inside!" Dash begins to push the door closed. "Hey! What are you doing!" He yells. "Don't you close that door! You hear me?!"

     "Every man for himself, Fenton!"

     Fenton continues to run for the door. "Don't you close that door!" The door closes and Fenton rams face first into the stone. "Ow." He turns around dizzy until he sees that ghosts have caught up with him. He tries to run to his left but there are ghosts there. To his right, still no success. "Aw crud!" The ghosts take aim and Fenton closes his eyes awaiting death. But it never came because just as a blue wisp of smoke escapes his lips and the other ghosts as well, they run off terrified of something. Fenton opens his eyes as sees the ghosts running. His afraid face now looks confused but he takes this moment to gloat. "Yeah you better run!" All of the sudden, he hears whispering. A man's voice but he couldn't make out the words because the voice was distorted. He looks to his left and sees a damaged statue of Danieleptetes. The voice grows louder as the statue seems to make eye contact with him. He hears a muffled explosion and the dust and sand surrounding him seems to be trying to bury him. He avoids the uprising tiredly and then runs for his life. The sand molds to show us Danieleptetes's face roaring into the sky.

     Fenton runs into the ghost zone as we watch. I submit my opinion about this man. "This one's a tough guy."

     Drake, the halfa standing next to me speaks. "Should we kill him, or what?"

    "No. Something about him is familiar, I wanna figure out what it is before then." I answered. Fenton looks back and sees us. Something about him definatly rings a bell in the back of my head. He continues running into the ghost zone.