The ghostbusters stood armed and ready for the threat that faced them, at least, they thought they were ready for it. Surt and his followers now stood before them, as though awaiting defensive action, when none came Surt spoke. “ So Dr Spengler, you have decided to face your death, along with the children.” He threw a dismissive glance over the small group before reaching back and plucking Kylie and Syren from the throng. “ Don’t look into their eyes Kylie, it will break your heart, I swear it will.” The Irish spirit murmured before they were pushed to the front.
Egon glared at the girl who he had trusted, cared for and thought so promising. He knew that around him the others did the same. Janine was the one who hoisted her proton gun and aimed it at the traitor. Surt laughed, an evil, hollow, bone-chilling sound that for some reason made Kylie’s blood seethe with hate and disgust. She glanced sideways through the shield of her black eyelashes and saw the staff held in the loose clasp of the leaders talons. One swift move and she could snatch it from his grasp and release the butterfly from it’s prison.
Without meaning to she looked up and caught Eduardo’s gaze. Pain and hatred churned up the brown depths that she loved so much. It was at that point in time that her heart shattered completely to pieces and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. “ Such a shame that one so young, could be so treacherous, isn’t it Janine?” The red haired woman merely curled her lips in distaste. “ Ah well, it does not matter. You will all die soon, the final obstacle will be out of my way,” He raised a claw and Kylie watched as a fireball of pure evil power build up in it’s curve. “ ON THREE!” Roland shouted, “ THREE!” The multicoloured streams hit Surt full force making him growl out curses in pain.
Behind him the other ghosts stirred, then attacked. Banshee let out an piercing scream causing glass to explode absolutely everywhere. Shambahac flew across to one of the plants and Ky watched as the plant grew and the twisting coils entrapped Garrett and Roland. Lucos possessed Janine’s proton gun turning it on the others. “NO!” Charging at the firing machine the young girl attempted to stop it without thinking that now she was an ecto-plasmic entity and that it would hurt, maybe seriously injure her. The gun dealt her a blow of proton directly to her shoulder. The power of the charge sent her flying backwards, but, rather than going straight through the wall as she had expected the stone barrier did not give way and she slumped to the floor, unconscious. At the back of Egon's mind this fact registered and, through the haze of pain a voice said in his head. “ How strange, maybe I was wrong.” Then the agony took over and all thought was banished. Surt turned and stood over Kylie’s limp form. Eduardo watched from where he lay, his head hurt, ad so did everything else in his body. It was strange how he still loved her, even now. Surt’s rasping voice came to his ears. “ Mortals, so weak that even in death they can suffer and die again. Even now her heartbeat slows as she nears the end once more.” Turning back to the others he said, “ I may as well finish this, there are more important things.”
Janine watched through eyes that were clouded with tears. She looked at the small black haired girl in time to see one emerald eye shoot open and search the room. Smiling to herself Janine wondered if it was possible, if all this wasn’t just a nightmare.
Kylie prepared to pounce, every muscle in her body was coiled tight with the tension, every nerve throbbed with pain and anticipation. She waited until Surt least expected it and then leapt. She tore the staff from his grasp and hurled the glass bubble towards the floor. Rather than just breaking it appeared to explode. Warm light filled the room as the butterfly lifted into the air. Turning to face the wall she yet again saw that pinpoint of light and watched it grow. A feeling like a warm wind washed over her, noise returned with sudden loud clarity. She felt the weight of her proton gun and trap suddenly weigh her down as they returned. There was a flash of brilliant colour and she heard a loud scream of agony turning she saw Surt and his followers being pushed back into the containment unit by the bright light. Relief washed over her in a hot tide, all pain appeared to vanish. Lucos was drawn out of the gun, Shambahac was forced from his sojourn, and they all were drawn into their prison once more.
Down in the depths of the containment unit, the stone that was the key to the portal broke into a million pieces which became dust, which was then blown away by the first breath of air to enter the atmosphere. Back in the mortal realm the door slammed shut on the ghosts and two round pin pricks of light swirled together before vanishing from sight. Kylie turned and saw Syren standing behind her. “ Thankyou, I will return now, to my home.” With that she faded from sight. From around Kylie’s wrists the two bracelets that her mother put on her snapped apart and fell to the floor with a clatter. The nightmare was over, even if it had left it’s scars.
Most of the others were unconcious, all in fact, except Janine who watched Kylie approach. “ Are you okay?”
“ I’ll live. You not really the traitor we thought you were, are you?
“ No. What made up your mind?”
“ No-one on earth could possibly look that broken hearted if they were a traitor.”
“ Guess we ought to patch up the others, if it wasn’t for the injuries I could have persuaded them it was all a dream.”
“ I expect they realised it long before I did. The guys were trying to be viscious but, I guess they care too much.”
Slowly but surely they covered cuts, soaked bruises and re organised the firehouse to it’s original condition. Sitting on the couch with Eddy’s head in her lap Kylie thought of Syren and wondered what she was doing, where she was. Eddy’s hand on her cheek made her look down, his deep brown eyes were full of love, he knew, just like Janine. Bending down she kissed him, all the while feeling as though their love could only get stronger.
Three thousand miles away, across the Atlantic, the emerald isle was filled with the sound of the wind, singing it’s haunting melody. Folk had said that occasionally, on the hillside, a young woman dressed all in white could be seen, singing her thanks to those who gave the spirit of Ireland her home once more.
Finis.
The End? :-