THE WYVERN
PART TWO
Filed by Mike Devicente, GBWC Reservist
GBI Case File No. GBWC-2009-27/320
April 2009 -- Timeline Year Twenty-Seven
"Take it from me: With prices these good, not buying a
new car from Rochester Nissan would be scary!" Mick gave a
gleaming grin and a thumbs-up to the camera. The director
yelled 'cut' and the camera man wheeled the camera away.
Jeremy undid his arm from the taller, wider, white-suit clad
shoulder of Mr. Rochester, who gave him a stout clap on the
back.
"Thanks for comin' in to...scare up....all this new
business for me." The manager laughed, spitting a cloud of
cigar smoke at the Ghostbuster.
"Yeah...*cough* anytime..."
Jeremy left Mr. Rochester's side and went to Mick's.
Mick was taking his choice from the catering services
table set up for the commercial shoot. "I feel upset..." He said
while holding a couple of triangular sandwich slices between
his fingertips.
"No kidding, Mick. Who woulda known you
were going to scream so loudly at that lighting director just
for walking into your scene...?"
Mick gave a sigh. "No, I
mean we shouldn't be doing this. It's hard to focus on
community service when you know you've let a soul sucking
ghost freely terrorize the community."
"You're making
too big a deal of this," Jeremy said, picking up a bagel and
taking a bite out of it. "We've been in situations like this
before, and I know the most important thing we need to do is
not panic and cause unneeded hysteria."
"Sure, sure."
Muck sighed. "Still, I'd feel better about this whole thing if
we had a little nerd help.
"OH MY GOD!"
Jeremy
was startled by the scream that he bit his tongue instead of
the bagel. "What was that?"
"It came from outside!"
Mick and Jeremy dashed out of the showroom with neutrona wands
drawn. Nothing outside, then they looked slightly down and saw
a figure just below their line of vision. He was a nerdy
looking gent, with hair cropped short, a round belly and a
short stature. He was giving the two of them the same look a
fangirl would at a convention.
"Eeeuuhhhmmm...Can we
help you?" Jeremy said, scratching his head.
"You guys
are Ghostbsusters aren't you?"
"Yeah....we are." Mick
slid one of his feet to the side. He didn't know why but this
guy was making him uncomfortable.
"You know, you know,
I do a bit of that myself." The short man reached into a fanny
pack he had on the side of his belt and pulled out a couple of
business cards. They read:
Miguel Jose Devicente
Jr.
Paranormalist At Large
"If you're frightened, I'll
enlighten."
Se Habla Espanol
Mick's eyes turned
from unease to sheer focused disdain after reading the card.
"Is that so?"
Mike gave an energetic nod. "Yeah, I'm a
student of paranormal and the occult. I just moved here from
Texas. You should read my dissertation on La Llorona. Also, I
have research with photographs proving the existence of a
Chupacabra terrorizing rural areas outside of Albuquerque..."
"Yeah...yeah..." Jeremy repeated over and over as Mike
continued to jaw over and over about his studies. As he did,
Mick slowly began to slide his way back to the ecto.
"La Llorona, Chupacabras....he
talks a good game, but it's not like he's ever seen the
things." Mick ranted from behind the wheel of the Ecto-cruiser
as it negotiated traffic back to the warehouse. Jeremy rolled
his eyes between bites of peanuts from a little packet with
the Rochester Nissan logo on it.
"I'd say he'd be
pretty lucky if he never ran into La Llorona." Jeremy said
with a chill.
"I'd say he'd be pretty lucky if he never
ran into any Chupacabras." Mick added.
"So, you don't
think he was sincere? Cause I can probably say: he sounded
pretty freakin' sincere."
"That's not it," Mick looked
over at the business card sitting on the dash. "He's another
rookie amateur trying to squeeze in on our business. All he's
gonna do is end up making a mess that we've gotta clean up
later."
"I guess you're right," Jeremy crumpled up the
peanut pouch and stuffed it into one of the Ecto's
cup-holders. "It's a real shame though: A kid like that. Right
out of college. He doesn't know who to turn to with an
education like his. So naturally, he had to find a way to
contact us."
"You're too easily flattered." Mick
scoffed. "One, even if he is fresh out of college, he's gotta
be pushing 20. He looks about as old as you are. Two, if he is
interested in becoming a Ghostbuster why doesn't he go through
the proper channels instead of passing these things
out?"
"Well I just thought..." Jeremy was interrupted
when his radio clicked on. Rose was on the other end. "Jeremy,
are you there?"
"Yeah, we're just headed back to the
warehouse."
"Not yet you're not," Rose said, the
urgency in her tone becoming apparent. "We've got a call.
There's a toy store not far from your vicinity experiencing
poltergeist-level activity. You need to go in to investigate."
"Roger that. We're on our way." Jeremy clicked off his
radio.
Mick parked the Ecto
outside the street in front of the toy store. Usually, at the
beginning of a call like this, there was a hysterical store
owner waiting for them up-front. This time, there was nobody.
"There's a chance the owner may have been abducted. Go ahead
and power on." Jeremy and Mick switched on their packs and
slowly walked towards the door.
Jeremy slowly pushed
the door open and the two walked inside. Inside the store
owner looked to be just fine. He was in good spirits actually,
and chortling a bit while conversing with somebody crouched
behind a stack of blocks stacked as high as the
ceiling.
"You sure you didn't do this? It'd make a neat
store display."
"No," The owner replied. "It had to be
a ghost. I'm not good at stacking like this and neither is my
wife."
The man behind the blocks stood up. It was Mike
Devicente once again. In his hand was a crudely constructed
PKE meter made, mostly, out of an electrical outlet box
attached to a bike handle. He looked around him. In addition
to the extremely tall stack of blocks there was a perfectly
symmetrical stack of red fire engines, video game boxes, and
teddy bears. "This is obviously the work of a very
anal-retentive poltergeist."
"Well, he got the answer
right." Jeremy whispered to Mick.
"Hmph, even my
grandma knows what symmetrical stacking looks like." Mick
weaved his way through the stacks to where Mike and the store
owner were. "Hello, Ghostbusters at your service."
"What?" The store owner asked. "You sent
reinforcements? Is this gonna cost me extra?"
"No,
we're here to answer your call."
"But...a few minutes
after we called this gentlemen showed up. Don't you guys work
together?"
Mick snorted. "No, we don't." Mick gave Mike
an icy stare. "Did you tell him that you're a
Ghostbuster?"
"Well, I didn't tell him I wasn't..."
Mick was now officially pissed. "Okay, that does it!
Listen up you pear-shaped pretender, I'm sick and tired of
your people squeezing your way into our lucrative Ghostbusting
business."
Mike's timid face suddenly grew mad as well.
"My people? Just what do you mean by 'MY people'?"
"You
come all the way over here just so you can do a shoddier
version of MY job at a cheaper price!"
"Where the hell
do you get that crap from? I bet it's from that Sean Hannity
guy. Awwright, hombre, I'm 100% American, see? I was born in
El Paso, guey. You see some Mexican doing your job and you
automatically think I'm some career stealing rodent? Estupido
gringo racisto!"
Mike continued to rant, only this
time it was all in Spanish and instead of speaking about his
accomplishments, he was hurling insults. Mick took a step back
looking stunned towards an equally stunned Jeremy.
"What is he calling me?"
"Oh um, it's actually
pretty flattering." Jeremy snickered. While he did not speak
fluent Spanish he did, by some opportunity, know all the
swears. "Oh! He said 'menso,' that means 'genius.' Oh, and he
also said 'culo,' maybe that means 'cool.'"
Mick shook
his head and moved in towards Mike, grabbing his shoulders.
"Okay! Okay, relax, relax! I didn't mean it like
that."
Mike heaved a sigh. "Whatever. Well, if you two
don't mind, I have a ghost to find." Mike spun around and
walked away, right into the pillar of blocks, which fell in a
rain of wood onto the floor. "Oopsie."
Suddenly, the
wood on the floor began to jump around, as though there was an
earthquake, but only the blocks themselves moved. From nowhere
there appeared the wanted poltergeist. It was a blue,
glowing, human-looking spectre with arms and a torso, but no
legs. It resembled a portly-looking teenager with a striped
t-shirt and a lot of wild curly hair, like an afro. It gave a
piercing shriek and then began to whip up the blocks in a
cyclone.
"Ah-Ah-Ah!" Mike dashed out of the way of the
spinning blocks which hit him repeatedly all over his body and
leapt behind a tall aisle shelf, the two Ghostbusters and the
store owner joining a moment later. "It's not like a
poltergeist to react so suddenly and violently to one of its
creations being destroyed is it?"
"Kid, you got no
idea." Mick pulled his neutrona wand and looked back towards
Jeremy who gave a nod. "Okay, on three."
"THREE!" The
two leaped out from behind the shelves and fired at the ghost.
It shrieked, flailing its arms back, but eventually pulled
itself from the proton beams and hurled more blocks at the
Ghostbusters, who went back behind the shelves.
"Train
the beam on him again!" Jeremy declared.
"It won't
work!" Mick huffed "All those objects flying around are
refracting the beam. We can't trap it if we can't get a clear
shot in!"
"I've got an idea." Mike stood and walked
over grabbing something from one of his display.
"Don't do it, it's too dangerous!" Mick grabbed Mike
by the shoulder. Mike stopped, but then pulled his shoulder
away and put his back to the opposite shelf.
Mike
slowly moved out of the way of the shelves with an object
behind his back. "Hey ugly: how about a hug?!" He then pulled
the object from behind his back and lobbed it at the ghost.
Suddenly, all of the blocks ceased spinning and clattered to
the ground while the ghost hugged at the object Mike threw: a
light brown teddy bear.
"Shoot now! Go!" Mike
exclaimed. Mick and Jeremy shook away the stunned looks on
their faces and fired their proton beams. The ghost hollered
again, but this time it was stuck. With a flourish, Jeremy
brought one hand off his wand, and onto the trap. He unhooked
the trap, swung it underneath him and stomped the paddle. The
trap opened and swallowed the ghost whole, letting the singed
teddy bear drop to the ground next to it.
Jeremy bent
over and picked up the smoking trap, then looked back at Mike.
"Hey, that was some pretty quick thinking..." There was another
sudden shriek. Jeremy turned around and frowned, a chill
running down his spine. "I shoulda known."
Standing in
place of the toy-loving ghost was the same one-eyed,
bat-winged gargoyle that had attacked Rachel in the warehouse.
It looked the same as before but it was bigger, and it had
grown a pair of tiny, underdeveloped legs that twitched
helplessly behind the pair it had before. Jeremy instantly
shot a beam, which it easily dodged. Then it swooped down,
forcing the entire group to duck and weave out of the way.
"Don't let it get away!" Mick declared, but as soon as
Mick and Jeremy readied their beams, the ghost had escaped by
phasing through the front window.
Jeremy sighed and
lowered his neutrino wand to scratch his head. "I don't know
how this could get any more embarrassing."
"Excuse me,
I'd like to buy this." Mike said. By the end of the event he
had turned his back to the two and was now buying a
black-furred teddy bear from the store's
owner.
"So you say you caught this
thing before right?" Mike said, as he sat in the back of the
Ecto, leafing through a tiny grey-colored notebook, his free
hand on top of the head of the teddy bear he just bought.
"Let's see, page 124." Mike put his notebook down and picked
up a copy of "Tobin's Spirit Guide."
"Yeah, we had it
caught before and we almost had it contained before SOMEBODY,"
Mick tilted his head slightly inward towards Jeremy, as he
still had his hands on the wheel. "Miss-handled the trap..."
"Okay, okay. I screwed up. Let's acknowledge and move
on..."
Mike ran a finger through the guide until it came
to a stop at one of its numerous entries. "Okay, I think I
have it: energy absorbing entity, grey-scales, bat wings. We
have ourselves a wyvern."
"A What-vern?" Jeremy said as
he turned around in his seat, facing Mike.
"A wyvern.
It is commonly known as a medieval serpent-like creature that
served as the emblem and coat of arms of many royal courts in
the 15th century. Tobin's Spirit Guide says that the reason
for that was the wyvern was commonly used as a magician's
familiar. It's most unique characteristic: the ability to
nourish itself off of magic."
"I see where this is
going." Jeremy gave a nod. "There's no magic around, so this
wyvern is feeding off of PKE."
"Exactly: because this
particular wyvern has been existing on a diet of ghosts, it
has some ectopresence, which is responding to your proton
beams, but it isn't 100% PKE, so that first capture was a
fluke, and we're going to need to come up with a new method of
capturing the whole thing. We gotta do it fast too."
"I know this part too." Jeremy lowered his eyes.
"What's the worst case scenario?"
"The wyvern could
absorb more of this energy than it can control. If it does,
well, I have no idea what'd happen. I'm pretty sure this sort
of thing never happened to Merlin."
"Well then it's
settled: we're staying on the beat until we can find this
thing and get it under control." Mick stated firmly. "I'm
calling in dinner at Antonio's. You like Italian, Mike?"
"Gringo....I love Italian." Mike grinned warmly and
then idly gave his new teddy bear a squeeze.
Based on Ghostbusters Created by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
Ghostbusters West Coast Division Created by Andy Harness and Vincent Belmont