Undercover

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Written 16th November 2017

"So what do you think?"

"What do I think? About what?"

"About the new ghost, his relationship with Amber, this 'him' person, Tucker."

"There's too much to think about. Let's start with... the ghosts knew him when he was alive."

"Ok. And they talked about some big fight, the only ghost related fight I can think of is..."

"That fight. Yes and if the ghosts knew him he was probably from Amity so maybe we should look into the list of deaths by unnatural causes in the last few years but more specifically... that fight."

"... Tucker, I miss Danny."

"Me too, Sam... me too."

"I... I never got to... to tell him... to tell him... him..."

"Shhhhhh Sam, stop crying, he wouldn't want that..."

-TinyLineBreak-

"Well, now we can talk more freely."

"Yes so please take off your hood."

Danny complied, completely at ease in his own home/base and revealed his face. There was little change in this form, but enough that he looked like another person. Red eyes, fangs, long hair... yes, it was very different. To recognise him you'd have to had known him very well and Ember certainly had.

"Wow. You look different!"

Danny winked at her, "but do I?" He morphed back into his usual appearance, the cloak shifting slightly behind him.

"Hmm? What was that behind you?"

"Oh! Well, I uh... I have..."

"Have what?"

"Wings. I can change their shape though..."

"Wings. Wings. But don't you have to hide them in school?!"

"I change the feathers to be thinner and I wrap them up to my chest with bandages. I'd imagine that if I had to breath it would be very difficult. I wear baggy clothes too."

"And that really works?"

"Has done so far. Then again I haven't been here for long."

"So anyway, where have you been all this time?"

"With Clockwork."

"Ah, I see."

"Take a seat."

"Thanks." Ember glanced around. She chose to go and sit on the soft looking sofa behind her. "How'd you make all this then?"

"Clockwork taught me how to manipulate the ectoplasm in objects. I did that with wood and leaves from the park as well as the stone and dirt from below. Made myself this place."

"Well no, Sherlock. You didn't make this place at alllllllll."

"Ember. Please don't."

"Fine!"

-TinyLineBreaksBigSister-

The large doors of the library loomed over them. They gulped. Stepping inside they were greeted with huge bookshelves that stretched across the entire room. A small lady with greying hair sat at an oak desk, tapping away at her computer. Tap, tap, tap! Tap! Tap, tap! Tucker stepped forward and cleared his throat with a light rumble. "Uh, excuse me, ma'am?"

Her head lifted slowly, a look of displeasure resting upon her aged face. She rose an eyebrow.

"Can we see the records of people who've died in the last few years? Of unnatural causes?" Sam decided to step forward. The woman scowled and rose her eyebrow higher. "School project!"

Grey locks bounced lightly as the woman stood. Frowning, she walked into a room behind her and came out with huge leather bound book. She dumped it into Sam's arms and promptly seated herself once more, oblivious to Sam's violent coughing. Every time she breathed in, she inhale huge amounts of dust that tickled her lungs like little feathers.

-Some'Studying'Later-

"Hey, Sam?"

"Hhmmm?"

"We never found that kid."