Excerpt One: Set before Chapter One of From the Beginning
Rating: G+
Warnings: Guns and shots being fired
Summary/Inspired By: A comment left by @midori37 in her tags on one of the From the Beginning chapters. She said she would love to see a peek of what happened when Randy went to pick up Andrew from Walker’s jail, and, well. I couldn’t resist.
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“Seriously? He’s keeping the Ghostwriter in here? Walker knows what happened last time we dealt with that crazy brother of his, doesn’t he?”
“Apparently Walker wants to make an example out of him. Something about how even powerful ghosts can be brought down by justice. He’s in solitary right now after making that mess the other day.”
“You call that making a mess? From what I hear near all of Cellblock E was destroyed by him before he guards managed to subdue him-”
“Oh?” Honestly, Walker’s guards were certainly lacking if they hadn’t even noticed him there. It had been at least five minutes, after all. “And just how did these guards manage to subdue my sweet little brother?”
“Alright, ghost, hands up where we can see them!” While one of the dear little idiots pointed that ridiculous baton at him, the other looked at him with fear. How nice to see his name had travelled in this world, too. “Surrender now or-”
Randy shot him before he even finished, amused at how the ghost fell without having even bothered to throw up a shield. He’d be fine in the next few days if he had decent enough healing, so Randy didn’t bother to waste much time before he was gathering his energy around him and appearing in front of the guard left standing.
“I believe I asked you a question.” The guard stared at him for ten full seconds after stumbling back before dropping his weapon and flying down the hall as quick as he could, screaming for reinforcements at the top of his lungs. “You guys are getting rather dramatic, aren’t you?”
The ghost didn’t even get around the corner before Randy shot him down, holstering his gun and heading in the other direction once he did so. Already he could feel Andrew’s energy, unstable as it was. No doubt that was from where his keyboard had been smashed. Really, Randy had told him that he needed to stop relying on that thing so much.
“Mercenary.” Hm? Oh, well, if it wasn’t the man of the hour himself. Oh, dear, Walker looked upset. Randy should fix that.
“Did one of the guards wake up already? I thought it would at least take a few days with how weak they all are to my shots.” Ah, much better. An enraged Walker was always so much fun to play with.
“You know the rules.” Walker and his rules… It was like he never heard of the word fun. “Breaking into my prison is automatic grounds for imprisonment yourself-”
Quick as a flash and Randy was in front of Walker, grinning when the man didn’t even take a step back. He always had been fun. “You know the Observants would never let you keep me.”
“Your usefulness will run out eventually, punk.” Walker’s words were near growled out, Randy flashing a snarl right back at him. He never had liked Walker and the insanity that clung to the man. It was too… slick. Oily. Dark. Disgusting. It felt too much like tar. It was too familiar a feeling for Randy to ever feel comfortable around the ghost.
“Where’s my brother, Walker.” Randy searched for Andrew’s energy again, cocking his head to the side and oh, yes, that was right. Solitary.
“What makes you think we have him?” Cute. Randy would have believed that if he was eight. Well, maybe nine if it was a bad day.
“Oh, please, don’t insult us both by bothering to lie.” Andrew’s energy was unstable, but Randy knew it as well as his own by now. “We’ll be leaving soon, so keep the doors open for us, yes?”
“You’ll get yours one day, Riter.” Yes, yes, all these threats and they were always the same. Tossing back a smirk, Randy shifted his focus and being and pictured the path that led straight to where Andrew was.
A quick second and his body settled, and he saw a familiar figure curled up in a seat and looking bitter and frustrated with a dark scowl to match. Overall, Andrew seemed perfectly alright.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, orange you glad to see me?” The look on his little brother’s face had Randy giving a sharp grin. “Oh, yes, I’ve heard all about your little Christmas vacation.”
“Walker! I thought I was to be put in solitude!” Even as Andrew complained, as per usual, he was already up off his seat and as close to the bars as he could get. “Solitude means no visitors!”
“Come on, Andy, it’s still practically Christmas. Aren’t you glad to see your big brother?” The looks just kept getting better. Laughing to himself a bit, Randy gathered up some of his energy and threw it around Andrew before giving it a sharp pull back towards him, pleased when Andrew teleported to his side and through the ghost-proof bars.
“I hate when you do that,” Andrew grumbled, clutching a book close to his chest and looking a touch sick. “It’s the worst form of motion sickness.”
“Mm, but it gets the job done.” Flicking Andrew’s ear, Randy grinned at the sharp yelp. “That’s for getting yourself caught.”
“Oh, so you would have been fine with it all if I hadn’t been caught- Don’t answer, I already know what you’ll say. Where’s Walker and his lot?”
“We had a conversation about your sentencing. It seems he’s agreed to lift it early in light of the holidays.” At the single raised eyebrow, Randy rolled his eyes and cuffed Andrew by the collar of his jacket before pulling him along. “Come on, let’s get you back to Vidya before you combust from being away from your books for so long.”
Three, two, one- “Com- That is not funny, Randall!” Good, Andrew sounded properly dramatic and no longer had that lingering doubt and worry cloaked around him. “How did you even find out I was here?”
“Are you kidding? A ghost breaks the truce for the first time in years and it’s over attacking the new hero of Amity Park. You think I wouldn’t hear about that one?”
“He started it.” Glancing to the book Andrew was still holding and seeing the title, Randy shook his head and oh, this was bound to be an interesting story if nothing else.
“Really? Tell me about it.” That was all it took for Andrew’s eyes to light up. He always had been pleased when he had a story to tell.
As Andrew launched into the most hilarious and stupid fight he had ever been a part of, Randy tucked the information away to investigate later. Danny Phantom sounded interesting, if nothing else.
