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"Let's go, Ghostbusters!"
Sorry, Filmation! 😉
Harold Ramis WEEK Work 1:
Harold WEEK
Police Harold part 1/3
It was an ordinary day, it used to be part of a routine.
Part of a time without end... And he still felt hollow.
Something was missing, some piece had to fit... Some route had to be chosen.
If his plan was so lucid and perfect...
If the expectation of him was so ambitious...
And if his wish was in his hands...
Then why was the sunset not yet visible?
...
She didn't run away, she didn't get excited or commiserate.
The sweat on her forehead, testimony to her effort and fatigue, was now not hidden by the darkness of the night...
She was running from the lights and the lack of control... She was running from the screams in the city that were stalking her, in silence.
She could still feel them devouring her with her gaze.
And this fateful day had been the undoing of her.
In one of the corners of an alley, turning carelessly.
Her face was planted against a firm, plush surface...
Her hands slid over it for support and so she remained, for at least three seconds, when her gaze met the features of a man...
And her gaze was fixed on her...
And as he tried to break away from her still in despair, an overly strong grip formed on her side.
The uniformed man's voice flowed dark and stern... Preserved by the slow, meticulous tone.
-"It seems that we are destined to meet... Y/n."
And the simple preservation of her words was enough to make it clear to her heart that there would be no more escape.
~~~
She remained engrossed in her task… And yet she could still hear the sirens approaching…
The risk increased, and with it the end would come.
She had infiltrated, she had... All in order to retrieve her folder with her history files... And maybe get information from the agents.
She would never think of meeting that face of hers once again...
She had remained in that station for months, building piece by piece the foundations of what would be the greatest achievement in her history.
She had gone through a tedious cycle of waiting, counting each day...
Patrolling inside enemy territory, like one of the others.
...
She never thought to have failed because of something so... Superficial...
And above all argument, commiseration or crying. Here is his being, abandoned to misery...
Enjoying every second of chasing after him. Even knowing, that his plan to steal those files had failed...
And that policeman... That man so upright and fascinating...
In his eyes, it was just another agent, a lazy man who remained sedentary within the confines of that station.
And it wasn't until I had seen him up close, that the primal intimidation felt at the sight of him seemed to evolve...
Far from his almost null interaction, apart from those insults that both exchanged. That was when, as a finale, she glimpsed the true threat that Harold represented to her being.
How dangerous it could be if he slipped up and turned it against him...
~~~
Leaning back in his chair, Harold began his watch inside the station.
His cap was perched on his face and his legs were stretched out over the desk...
It was still early, the enclosure was still alone and therefore, there would be no sign of disturbance.
So he remained silent, in a rest that he thought eternal...
Until he heard it...
A constant caught him off guard, the sound of the alarm threatened his peace.
And that was where it all started.
Located on the opposite wall, the panel marked with red letters a complete list of the files to be sentenced... And in the central part, crossed out in black, the name of an anonymous person blinked incessantly.
For a moment, Harold thought about calling one of the policemen at the other station...
Or maybe not ...
"Just no..."
...
Harold hurried out of the compound, the tracker had marked the exact location where the robbery was carried out.
Just another bank robbery...
If it was by his own will, the alarm would have been ignored long ago... However, doing so would mean reducing his salary as punishment.
He headed toward the main bank, the building marked in red inside the panel.
He kept his motto serene, his face focused forward and his arms across his lower back.
The final block was already in sight, the mass of people outside the bank was enough to give a vague expression of what happened...
He stopped just on the opposite block, carefully looking around him.
In the distance, behind the shadows of the building, red lights flickered on and on. late...
In front of his eyes, panic abounded. The screams and howls of the people numbed his eardrums. He could distinguish every scream, every step, every sigh...
It was galling, the combination of the outside sounds and the suffocating pressure around her.
Robberies happened every day, and the police would never be able to stop them.
He walked toward the rear entrance of the building, disappearing under the woman's watchful gaze.
...
Inside the bank, plunged into darkness. Only a speck of crimson illuminated the center of the room.
Harold stood by the door, without a flashlight or any means with which to defend.
His legs moved around the rooms, securing one by one until he finally got to the core of the conflict.
...
The safe, inert and completely empty.
The interior only showed the metal plates where the money used to be deposited...
The value inside was now reduced to nothing.
Harold watched, going over his options.
It was clear that there was no one else inside the compound. No one to blame, no one to suspect.
...
It would not be until the meticulous analysis was carried out that something would be reached.
So, for the time being... His presence was not required.
...
Harold retreated out of the bank. Walking back to the police station...
...
~~~
You lay standing in the shadows, staring into the distance.
Capturing his every move.
You found it quite funny, how the man came to each of your calls...
And although you had a particular fear of him, an aspect that you would never accept, playing with him was extremely your favorite pastime.
It was a real shame you were forced to do it.
...
The final product was already at the gates to arrive.
The fruit of your dangers was finally about to bloom...
The cause of your rest, your next ticket to your awakening. The stop to paradise itself.
...
You just had to wait, just a few more hours...
And every aspect of your plan would make sense.
~~~
You went back to the station, your hands pushing against the gate, hoping to find the interior packed with people.
However, the sight in front of you caught you off guard.
The police station was completely empty and flooded by the silence of the morning.
The mess of the other shifts and the dusty luxes hung over the air...
The aura within the station was drenched in tension and darkness...
A thick layer of heaviness and shadow.
...
When your eyes were fixed on the silhouette on the corridor, tall and thin. You noticed the sinking sensation on your stomach...
Your fingers pressed against your palms, and you did your best to maintain your drooping, tired composure.
What was in essence, a reality.
There, in the center of the room. Holding a folder, was Agent Ramis.
His gaze was fixed on you, and from your place you managed to perceive his grip tighten against the paper...
The dim lighting framed the man's unblinking features. His serious or apparently neutral frown was emphasized by the shadows, turned into a lucid and imposing expression.
...
And his voice emerged slowly
-“Good morning... Miss Y/N...”
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EGON SPENGLER FIC:
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Finally...
Finally, after so much time of false hopes and lost times... It had happened.
Their burdened souls now felt themselves rest in victory.
His exposure to so many months of research and hard work had now reached twilight.
...
He felt light, at peace.
That blind-minded man had finally snapped back to reality.
He would never come back.
...
There they waited, the moon and the stars... Positioned below the fragmented dome.
The ash particles set the scene for the disaster...
And the silence inside the place welcomed a new second of peace.
...
Spengler admired from her place on the pillar... With narrowed eyes, the silhouette of the young woman in the distance.
Standing next to Venkman, arms raised in the air, they waved in sync to the throng of people at the foot of the exhibit.
The darkness shadowed his features, dimmed the proud expression on his features...
The constant screams reached unbearable decibels, the joy within the ghostbusters could not be greater.
The translucent and dreamy environment represented a great achievement for the company.
And it also meant a tide of future conflicts... Such an exuberant burden.
However, within the celebration, there was no room for disagreement.
Spengler was silent, his mouth curved into a faint smile.
The rest of him was found within the joy in others...
...
“This has come to an end, the work is not done yet. Vigo has been defeated...”
“We made it... Y/n...”
...
~~~
Inside the station, on the confines of the second floor, as much and/or as the other Ghostbusters were working on making preparations for the upcoming celebration.
A great feast made up of food variables, dedicated just for them.
And distributed in their posts, immersed in their tasks, the group excitedly maneuvered their materials.
...
Y/n had been assigned to the seasoning of the food, Egon kept an eye on the cooking inside the oven and chopped the vegetables and meat into segments.
Ray was in charge of doing the cleaning and next to him, Winston helped polishing the cutlery.
Peter, for his part... She kept the task of overseeing his place at the table.
...
The celebration was destined due to the experience of the new year and the new victory against the ghostly tycoon.
A new break for the group, a tiny escape from reality...
~~~
When the celebration began, the food was spread all over the table... It was necessary to add the pool table due to the extension of the saucers...
...
They were not treated as great asanas or gastronomic wonders... However, they were basic and simple foods obtained from the store.
And within the simplicity, the union abounded... The conjunction that resulted in a home.
And here they were, enjoying a feast, the product of what they sacrificed. Together, as a family.
~~~
Y/n, from the sight of him... he could tell how the gaze of each of his friends was filled with calm... Away from the tired frowns and complaints that were usually shared.
And from there, his eyes fell on the scientist.
He took the fork between his fingers, analyzed it, brought it close to his nose for a few seconds, arched an eyebrow and finally, after a moment, consumed it.
Always, he seemed to savor his food with impressive calm. Mostly linked to subtle comments.
...
His eyes fixed on each other. Egon's eyebrows rose, chewing on his food as he looked at him expectantly.
Y/n he shook his head, in false annoyance. Even so, he put no effort to prevent the soft smile that formed on his lips...
And the celebration continued, mostly silent.
Accompanied a few moments by the anecdotes shared between Ray, Peter and Winston.
How long had it been impossible for them to enjoy a moment like this? Without the presence of alarms and incessant screams.
Without worrying about the well-being of others in the face of nervous colitis, without constant fatigue and endless migraines... Without excessive calls or arduous assignments.
Without the presence of the collector. No existing lawsuits, nor the need to travel to court to sign for damages and debts.
It had been so long... Years since that last time...
And so it would remain, for once in its existence.
It struck 12, and when the minutes were up Ray stood up raising a fist in the air...
-"Happy New Year to all! Victory is ours!"
And all followed the example of the man. They toasted, chatted and spent the night in the company of everyone, while the night came to an end.
...
~~~
At the end of the celebration, tired and satisfied, the Ghostbusters left their posts in order to return to their rest.
However, both Y/N and Egon remained outside their room, standing in front of the balcony.
With almost no exchange, both lay inert on the railing. Watching the step below them.
The feeling of peace still stirred within Y/N. It was strange for her to experience it for so long, without being thrown into panic or haste or frustration.
Supported by the side of a soft, plush cloth, Egon kept him at her side.
The steam emanated by the scientist gave the warmth that the cold environment removed.
In a comforting embrace, the need for touch washed over them.
But patience was always rewarded.
...
-"You know... This represents a great gift for me..."
...
Y/N remained silent.
-“I am aware that you noticed the atmosphere inside the room” “I am... Quite grateful...”
...
Y/N turned to him, unperturbed.
He tilted his head, and a firm smile spread across his face.
Deep inside her, she understood the scientist's difficulty in speaking. To deepen her with essence in her words.
She understood it clearly and lucidly, because she herself experienced such a complication.
It was one of the reasons why the little moments were so pleasant. There was no need for incessant words and long, excruciating talk.
...
Silently, she took Egon by the arms. She looked at him, with fascination and warmth… So strange…
Her right hand slid over her shoulder, reached for his neck, and finally rested on her cheek.
Egon just watched.
She did not have the momentary ability to understand the complexity of his emotions...
Though he knew he loved, he loved with all of her heart. Yes, with her hearty assent.
She loved.
...
And that was the only reason why, she allowed herself to get close to you. Take you by the hands, smile at you. And just... wait...
...
Their foreheads together, her breath mingling.
The racing heart and that feeling of the heart...
-"You know I love you, right?"
...
-“Technically, the human being has not been able to experience love within the total context of the word...”
Her nose brushed his. The closeness grew...
– “I love you, and that is enough and nothing more”
...
The breadth of Egon's smile spread.
-“Love is not just about loving and already... its roots converge in the complex, in the mutual experience...”
With each word, the two of them grew closer and closer.
...
-"Love you..."
Her lips met, moved slowly, each movement calculated by the elder.
Every shock absorbed by your smile.
...
The kiss was light, it was loving and longing.
As they parted, they both looked at each other.
...
Her gaze expressed every unspoken word.
Your look expressed every thought without exhausting...
...
Embraced, on the shelter of both and the feeling so unfamiliar. Both you and Egon pronounced in unison...
-"Happy New Year sweetheart..."
~~~
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