Puppet Strings

Chapter Four

Yeah sorry, I disappeared... But ay I'm back

Hopefully

I'll be more active on tumblr and AO3 (Which has seven chapters out of the story) But yeah

Enjoy

Four Years Later- Present Day

Specimen G1 -previously known as Jacob Weston

Status- neutralized

G1 is the first of many specimens H1P12 has obtained.

After it was retrieved the specimen took on growing at a rapid speed, reaching the height of 8 feet within a month before a second variable was added. Mixing the ectoplasm with wolf genes resulted in a demonic sort of ghost, currently frozen within the ectoplasm and will remain that way until a new way of control has presented itself.

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Phantom tilted the EctoTracker slightly, hoping that would help him get a better understanding of where he was supposed to go. He wasn't entirely sure where he was either, just following the tracker. It seemed to always get a hit right away and drag Phantom across the world looking for it.

He sighed floating down from the building, watching as two women hurried down the street, keeping an eye out for trouble. He ignored them, as the tracker pointed him in the opposite direction of the women.

He walked along the rooftops, not bothering with floating, sometimes he just needed to stretch his legs. Living life as a ghost assassin could be exhausting, even for a creature that didn't need sleep, not that Phantom didn't sleep. Sometimes he felt like it was all he needed to do to get better, exhaustion crashing over his body making it almost impossible for him to continue onwards. The GIW hated that, beating him as a way to wake him up, screaming at him, how ghosts don't need to sleep, eat, or to even breathe. Yet Phantom still managed to do that, unable to figure out if he actually needed to breathe or if it was just a habit.

He'd have to experiment with it sometime. So why not know? As Phantom walked he willed his lungs to stop taking in oxygen and continued onward. Silently counting as he continued onward, his eyes caught on a young woman walking down the street, she was laughing as she gripped onto the young man's elbow.

Phantom's nose wrinkled at it, the laughter was obviously forced and then man was buying, a cocky grin spouting on his face. A beep pulled Phantom's attention down as he began to smirk. Seemed like the faker was his target.

Phantom laughed as he disappeared into the air, the couple stopping as they looked around, the night had become chiller, and fear slowly became evident on the woman's face, before she screamed. Neon green eyes stared at her from the shadows. Before disappearing.

She whirled around, the man attempting to shield her with his body. As the green eyes appeared closer than before.

"You know." The man froze as Phantom gripped his shirt, lifting him into the air effortlessly. "That joke wasn't even that funny." Phantom tossed the man aside like a useless doll. Not bothering to watch the man slam into the dumpster as he moved closer to the woman.

She shrieked turning around to run, only to trip and fall over her own heels. Phantom clicked his tongue. "It's going to be tragic that you died because of faulty shoes." He moved forward, his nose touching hers as his eyes flashed. "Boo."

The woman's eyes rolled up into her head, and just like that, she was out. Phantom chuckled as he pulled out a small dagger, watching the blood bubble up from the now slit through. He listened to his surroundings as the device whirled to life, shooting a transparent beam into the woman's chest and ripping out the small teardrop of ectoplasam. "Congrats." He said as he closed the container. "You are now officially G102" He tucked the container into his belt turning to fly off.