P.I.E.: A Nymphic Faerietale

Chapter 1

"Mr. Ghost, how many times have you and Toast answered calls from this family?"called a female voice from the back of the van. Johnny Ghost sighed, not taking his eyes off the road ahead. "It's been so many times, I don't even think Toast can recall the exact number," Ghost called back. Johnny Toast was a man that Ghost trusted quite a bit, especially for the "mental issues" Ghost had. "Thirty-seven calls, including this one," the Brit answered. "You've counted?" Ghost inquired. "Yeah, so what?" Johnny Toast said as a reply, leaning back in the car seat.

The van rounded a bend and came to a white house with a large yard and, peculiarly, had a veloceraptor chained up, asleep, through the obvious racket made from gun shots and angered screams. Ghost shuddered. This time it already seemed bad. He pulled over to the sidewalk and parked the vehicle. "Alright, let me brief Sarah on this." He told his British partner, who nodded, pulled out a pistol from its holster, and cocked it. Ghost opened up the back of the van where a 19 year-old girl was setting up special ghost hunting ammo and weapons.

"Well, I guess I've still got lots to learn?" she asked. "This is one of the first times you've come with us, Sarah. This particular enemy is one you've probably heard me talking about," Ghost replied, giving her a pat on the shoulder. Sarah Stone handed Ghost a pistol and the team of three cautiously walked up to the front door, trying to avoid windows so one of them didn't get shot.

Ghost knocked on the door while the others held their breaths. "Remember, don't let him touch your butt," Ghost reminded them. The door opened to reveal a sweaty young girl holding a shotgun. "Hurry! Toilet Toucher's been giving us a harder time than he normally does!" the girl exclaimed. "Well, hello to you too, Sally," Toast greeted, nudging past her, and retreated behind the corner after nearly being shot. "This is worse than I expected!" he called to Ghost with fear.

So, there you are, Toilet Toucher. Ghost thought. Sarah rushed over to Toast, who seemed more shaken up than he usually did. Before Sarah became their intern, Ghost had practically used Toast as ghost bait. After Sarah came, Ghost had decided to treat his friend with a little more respect. Ghost shook the thought from his head and focused on the present, waiting for Toilet Toucher to either appear from the bathroom, or back at the end of the hallway where he was. Shots fired, and Toilet Toucher appeared out of the hallway. Ghost repeatedly shot at him with as much accuracy as he could force. Something felt wrong though, not as many of his shots hit as he had liked.

Toilet Toucher came charging, his flexibility betraying his old appearance. Sally took aim with her shotgun, and Ghost waited to time his dodge out perfectly, trying to ignore his growing sense of dread. Last minute, Ghost dodged, but not as gracefully as he normally could. He ended up landing on a startled Sarah as Toast jumped out of the way. Sally was holding Toilet Toucher back as much as she could.

Just then, out of nowhere, a ginger haired woman jumped out at Toilet Toucher with a crowbar and whacked him a couple of times, allowing a bald and bearded, heavyset man with a shotgun to take a couple of shots, before screaming at him. "You better get out while you can, Toilet Toucher!" he shouted. Papa Acachalla had placed his wrath. Toast quickly took a couple of carefully aimed shots and ducked back down behind Ghost, who then, without even bothering to aim properly, peppered the air with gunfire.

Toilet Toucher somehow found his way upstairs. "Sarah! Toast! Split!" Ghost called to the other P.I.E members. They went down the hallway, Toast heading to the kitchen and Sarah following Toilet Toucher's path. The Acachallas, Sally, Papa, and Gertrude, also went in different rooms, but Sally quickly came back to aid Ghost just in case.

Ghost backed up to the door of the downstairs bathroom, but didn't realize his mistake. Toilet Toucher was right behind him. "Johnny Ghost!" Sally screamed in horror. Ghost turned his head, but couldn't run in time. Toilet Toucher disappeared and Ghost fell to his knees screaming in pain. "Johnny Ghost, are you ok?" Sally exclaimed, rushing to his side.

Ghost blinked, and his eyes turned red. Sally gasped, nearly screaming, but Ghost had blinked again, clearing his eyes, returning them to his natural golden brown. Sheesh, Ghost thought with relief. If I hadn't been able to stop that, Sally would probably be running for her life by now, or trying to rip Jimmy to shreds. Jimmy. The name that scared Ghost the most. Jimmy Casket. The renowned psychotic serial killer had fused with Johnny Ghost in an incident he barely remembered. All he remembered of it was the worst feeling of utter terror he had ever felt in his life, and spirit fragments. The part of Ghost's mind that contained Jimmy Casket was the darkest part of his mind.

Sally was still next to him, and she shook him to snap him out of his thoughts. There were only two other people than himself and Jimmy who knew they were one, Toast and Sarah. Ghost stood up, the pain in his rear gone. It sounded like everyone was upstairs, but before Ghost could head in that direction, he heard a familiar voice in his head.

There will still be times where you can't stop me, Johnny. I'm always watching you... It was Jimmy. I have most of the dominance at the moment, Jimmy. Ghost retorted in disgust. Just then, he felt something shoot into his chest. I've been shot! Ghost thought in terror. He fell to his knees, and collapsed.

Hey, everyone. You may have noticed that I changed a name. There is a reason. I asked if I could use the character of Sylar Grimm, but I was told that wasn't possible, so I changed the character. I hope you understand! I hope you like Sarah Stone!