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The Metropolitan Museum of Art is a cavernous space where size can only be matched by its beauty. Every culture was represented in this sanctuary of creative thought. Doc had been meaning to come here for some time. It sucked that, now he was here, it was for professional reasons and he kicked himself for wasting so much time making fun of the modern art.
Doc had been working with Ericka for about a month. She was a new addition to the company when he had become a little overwhelmed with trying to do the set up for these big places as well as try out the new stuff. His boots echoed a cadence off the marble floor. He hiked the pack up and forward, tightening down his waste straps to help take some of the weight off his shoulders.
Doc moved through the different exhibits a silent silhouette perusing over the various drawings and prints as he strolled by. He stood just over six foot one, and looked more like a SWAT Commando in his all black jumpsuit. Since he was the guinea pig and needed to carry a fair amount of test equipment with him, he wore a tactical MOLLE vest with various pouches and compartments. The Proton Pack fit nicely over the vest. With his dark hair he looked like a walking shadow. When Erika started working with him, she started wearing the same setup as Doc. Due to the all black garb Venkman started calling her, Ericka the Emo. It later got shortened to Emo, then just, E. She usually responded with a gesture that suggested..
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The three apparitions set their instruments down and rose to the ceiling to face their opposition. They were dressed in early Colonial clothing that tattered all over and scorched down the arms. Their bodies were a translucent blue with eyes glowing bright orange. Heavy rope twisted over their limbs and across their torsos. Their legs faded to nothing below the knees.
Doc had barley touched the ground, leaping out of the speeding piano\
A flash illuminated the hall causing Doc to shield his eyes then was followed by the familiar searing crackle. Blinking, his eyes finally adjusted to find a particle stream spider webbing its yellow electric tendrils across the now struggling apparition. Finding his composure, Doc looked past the snared ghost to see E, wide eyed with a wicked smile on her face, shouting unheard jeers at her tangled prey. She tugged the particle thrower to the left, right, then down, counter maneuvering to the attempted getaway. His eyes followed down to the floor where he saw a cord running to something dark in the middle of the isle. He saw her raise a leg and stomp down on something next to her, causing the dark object to split down the middle and rupture a whining static white stream of light that washed all around the entangled being. A final shriek was followed by a thunderous boom leaving the hall dark and echoing memories of the preceding moments.
The moment was interrupted by doors at the end of the hallway flying open. They met the hate of the glowing orange eyes, burning back at them. The being threw its arms out to the side and bellowed, racing at them. Everything after seemed to happen in slow motion to Doc.
He only kept staring down.
He remained a monolith with his back towards the on coming nightmare.
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