Royalty

Chapter 12: Neverending ball of troubles

Tucker was angry. No, scratch that, he was incredibly pissed, looking at the metal floor of Specter Speeder. He had tried getting up, wriggling out of grasp of ectoplasmic goo. But it was all in vain, and he was still stuck. Who knows what that putrid ghost had in his vile mind. And here he thought that the guy was nicer than he had thought. Ha, foolish idiot, now he was tied up in the very transport he had used. That was pretty much everything Tucker could do at the moment - grumble about his predicament. Thankfully no wild beast came to eat him.

Suddenly, he heard the metal doors opening.

"And here I wondered where the Speeder went."

Tucker perked up and saw Danny standing there with a smug smirk. In a human appearance, and thus his friend's expression was that of shock and happiness.

"Hey, dude..." He laughed nervously. "Can you help out a bit?"

Danny kneeled near him, somehow managing to tear apart the bindings.

"Here come your trainings with my dear parents," the raven haired teen grumbled.

"Hey, that bastard caught me off guard!" Exclaimed Tucker. "Wait...how did YOU get here?"

"One," Danny raised his finger. "This speeder has a tracker. That's how I found you. Two," another one was raised. "There was a small transport in my parents' disposal just in case. Emphasis on WAS. But it's a long story."

Tucker seemed to believe his friend. The story he had, in reality, thought up, sounded truthful enough for the techno geek. Once again, Danny was once again convinced that he had become a better liar. But Tucker didn't see the inner conflict being instigated within his friend. Then he was suddenly snapped into reality, reminded about the reason they were there in the first place.

"Danny, we've got to..."

"Ahem."

Tucker turned in direction of the voice, seeing Sam standing at the doorway, leaning against the frame. She smiled at his dumbfounded expression. The girl then proceeded to hug him tightly, much to the boy's embarrassment.

"Thanks for coming Tuck."

"H-how did..."

"Well," Danny put in, rubbing the back of his neck. "I admit I first came for her. Then I saw the dot and thought it was you. Turns out I was right."

"Wait...have you met Phantom out there?"

"Yes," both of the ghosts responded slowly.

"What did he do?"

"Helped me out," Danny shrugged, getting to the controls and sitting on the pilot chair.

"He used his authority to make that idiotic prince release me," added Sam, sitting next to Tucker, making him sigh.

"And why was that prince even allowed to do so?"

"He wasn't," Danny looked behind. "It seems that the guy is in deep shit now. He probably would spend a long while in the dungeon for his crime."

He would never understand that ghost. Honestly, he acted so strange, even for the undead. Come to think of it, unlike the ones he fought against, Phantom was...changing, you may say. The same specters used the same strategies and methods, like the ghosts were supposed to, and this was exactly why the current ghost king stood out. It wasn't only because he grew like a normal teenager. It was because of growing power, he was fighting with more experience. Both unusual traits could be attributed to him being the mistake of nature, a walking ersatz. Thank goodness that no one was able to guess what exactly such trait granted. Including being able to masquerade as a human.