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Cruel Necessity by Epona Harper
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"CRUEL NECESSITY
by Epona Harper
Chapter 1 - Preparations
The first time he woke, Peter was vaguely surprised at how comfortable he was...considering he’d
been kidnapped. In his time as a Ghostbuster, Peter Venkman had been through a great deal,
including being captured by some rather unsavory characters, living and not, but this was not at all
what he expected when a cross-rip opened on the sidewalk and sucked him through. The surface he
was lying on was well padded, the temperature was mild, no foul stenches or horrific screams drifted
past him on the air.
Well, this is a first, he thought blearily as he surfaced from the transition shock which had
incapacitated him. Snatched by a kinder, gentler ghost. George Bush would be proud.
Long experience had taught Peter never to give anything away to an adversary, so he played dead
for a few moments while he listened with every fiber of his being. Nothing. No sounds of someone
(or something) moving in the background, not even the faint whisper of someone breathing. Just a
very faint tinkling that might have been a distant wind chime.
So far, so good. Let’s see if we’re not in Kansas anymore.
He opened one eyelid a bare slit to survey his surroundings. Still no one. He slowly opened both
eyes to make certain. The “room” he was in had walls that appeared to be made of slowly drifting
mist with faint, pastel blues and lavenders swirling through it. Peter slowly turned his head. He was
lying on something like a featherbed covering a slab which probably would come to about hip height
on him when standing. As far as he could see, nothing was restraining him.
Okaaaay, definitely not Kansas. Well, the coast is clear. Time for Petey to blow this pop stand.
Peter started to sit up...and was stopped. Some invisible force pressed him back down into the
padding.
“This is so not good,” he muttered as he began to struggle, testing his u"
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