Unexpected allies

Chapter 1: Sneaking out

A.N. Don't be surprised, guys. Now when my big story is finished, I can start another one I wanted to make.

Humans weren't prepared for them. There was nothing what could warn the mortals and prove their existence outside of fairy tales and legends. After all, who would believe into something like ghosts. The undead beings did step their feet into the mortals' part of reality, briefly, and then no one saw them again. It kept going like that for centuries, until their King started the invasion several decades ago. In one day, the world was already overrun by the ghouls. Nothing worked against them, no bullet, no explosion could harm the beings who could flick in and out of the physical plane.

But the mortals were adaptable, you have to give them credit. Some adapted to bow to their new masters, some adapted to hide from the destructive raids of their punishment expeditions. Some learned the weaknesses of the invaders, but sadly, it was too late. Hundreds were taken to the Ghost World, to be used as a slave labor, or for other purposes speaking of which was sick by itself. Total occupation regime worked in every town or village of the Earth, with all following traits: curfews, immediate judge, prosecution and punishment, done by the cruel soldiers who were free to do whatever they wanted.

In the Ghost King's eyes, mortals weren't worthy enough to even be a province. Occupation was the only path he saw.

But people learned, they found the ways of exterminating the threat. Ectoplasm, the element you won't find on Earth, but of which everything in the Ghost World was made, including its inhabitants. It could be used in weaponry, and some ghosts even had weapons charged by it. Their own blasts, shot from their hands were rather pathetic, so fully charged rifle worked fine. Humans weren't able to use them, since the charging was direct from the ghost to its gun. Reverse engineering was what helped them to use the undead's weapons against them.

Several rebellious spots were scattered throughout the world like seeds on a field during the spring sawing. When one cell was crushed, more appeared, like hydra grew more heads the more you cut off. Needless to say that His Majesty was furious. He was the ruler of two worlds, how dared they to insult him by rebelling. And the actions fit his feelings. For each ended ghost the rebels paid tenfold. It didn't crush their spirits, no matter how hard Dark tried. What a fitting last name for a being with such charming personality.

One of the cells was a perfect definition of the phrase 'hiding in the plain sight'. Amity Park was a half destroyed city, but it was a center of ghost activity. The portals were more active there, but for some reason theghosts were leaving immediately, except for the ones who maintained order. No one would have thought that the rebels would be active there. Their hideout was beneath the ground, beneath thirty feet of soil and concrete. Hundreds of safety measures were taken in order to prevent the undead from finding the place.

It was a safe heaven for the rebels, where they could always get weapons, supplies and orders from their leaders. Yes, of course they weren't a disorganized crowd, otherwise they would have been crushed by their enemies. Besides being given weapons, the rebels were also trained to fight, and what they severely lacked in numbers, they tried to compensate with the constant drills. And it was giving results, more often than, for example, a decade ago.

All of that was going within an atmosphere of utter secrecy. Not a single living soul except the one who joined could know about the membership in the rebellion. Some were orphans, and they were trained from childhood, like the person this talk is about.

"You are too slow, Samantha."

The fighter who the phrase was adressed to wiped her mouth. Samantha, or Sam, as she preferred to be called, was a young woman, barely out of age. She had short raven hair, tied in a high and short ponytail. Sam also had striking lilac eyes, which made her stand out from the crowd. Many years of trainings certainly had an effect on her figure and physical shape, making her capable of taking down most of the human opponents. Many called her rather attractive, but they usually got a punch into face afterwards.