Phantom
By Gary L.M. Martin
Chapter 3: The Doctor
Alanna was addressing the Circle. It was her right, given her status. She was the only Phantom left in the Circle. She could have been Center, if she had wanted it; but she had let Mustafa take that honor. It was part of her penance, though he would never know it.
"He nearly succeeded," said Alanna, looking at the other
kalaks
around her. While Alanna was still inside of her host, Alyssa Kleinberg, the other
kalaks
were in their natural forms. To the unsophisticated eye, they looked like the glowing outlines of human beings, like people covered in neon paint. Brightest of all was the bluish white glow from their eyes. "He will surely try again," she said.
"He surely will," said Mustafa. It was his right, as Center, to speak first after her. "What then, shall be done?"
"We are out of ghost hunters," said Susan Woodward. Susan was one of the oldest
kalaks
still existing, a former 17th century school teacher in the Massachusetts Bay Colony who had a rather unfortunate encounter with Indians that was something much more sinister than the exchange of corn recipes.
"Maybe not," said Alanna. "There is the Doctor."
"The Doctor is our enemy," Mustafa intoned.
"Because we treat him as one," said Alanna.
"He has liquidated countless
kalaks
. What would you call him?" Bruce Collingsworth asked.
"I would call him the enemy of my enemy," said Alanna sternly. She started pacing slowly inside the Circle, giving her the opportunity to stare each of them in the eye. "He has the proven ability to track
kalaks
. My friends, we are out of ghost hunters, and we are out of options. The Penguin is going to destroy the world. I would call him a much bigger threat than the Doctor, by an order of magnitude."
The Circle seemed to consider. Mustafa looked at the others and finally spoke. "Even if we agreed to this, how would it be accomplished? We have sent two
kalaks
after the Doctor. Neither returned."
"I can do it," said Alanna. "I can bring him in."
"Can you?" Crosis Manipopolis asked.
"I'm a Phantom. The last Phantom," said Alanna, giving them all stern stares. "I can do it." She watched as she saw the members of the Circle silently consult with each other for a long moment.
Then Mustafa spoke again. "Do you think you can persuade him to find the Penguin?"
"Yes," said Alanna.
"Then it is agreed. Find the Doctor. Persuade him to locate the Penguin. After the Penguin is eliminated, then liquidate the Doctor."
"What?" Alanna cried. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You want me to kill the man who is going to save the world?"
"He is a grave threat to us, Alanna," said Crosis. His bright eyes shone down on her.
"No, I won't do it. I won't lead a man to his death like that," said Alanna. She watched as the Circle silently conferred with itself again.
"Very well," said Mustafa. "We will entertain... a truce. After the Penguin is eliminated, the Doctor will be free to go. However, if after the Penguin is eliminated the Doctor continues to hunt
kalaks
, we will feel free to return the favor."
Alanna took a deep breath and nodded. It was the best compromise she could hope for. "I will leave at once."
"And so will I," said Bruce Collingsworth.
"And I as well," said Crosis Manipopolis.
"What?" said Alanna.
"The Doctor is too formidable to take on alone. We will accompany you... to ensure his capture," said Crosis.
"His safe capture," said Alanna, glaring at the
kalaks
.
"Of course."
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"Doctor, how long do we have to spend in this creepy cemetery?" Sophie Janssen asked, making a face.
Doctor Benjamin Ren looked around at Serenity Hills Cemetery in Forest Hills, Queens. Night had just fallen, and the fog had started to roll in, washing past row after row or tombstones.
"Creepy? What a puerile word!" the Doctor exclaimed. Before Sophie could respond to that, he put his hands on his hips and said, "All right, I'll play along. What's
creepy
about it, Sophie?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the tombstones? All the dead bodies?" Sophie asked, with just a trace of a Dutch accent.
"I don't see any dead bodies," said the Doctor, looking around.
"They're here," Sophie shivered.
"That's your problem," said the Doctor. "It doesn't feel creepy, it feels
cold
. You don't know how to dress for a cemetery," he said, looking at her tight orange shirt and short shorts. During the day it was nearly 80 degrees in Queens, but at nightfall the temperature dropped rapidly, and now it was in the 60's.
"You, on the other hand, are dressed perfectly for it," said Sophie. She looked at the Doctor's tall, black boots, his long black coat, and his floppy brown hat.
"Why thank you!" The Doctor gave a giant smile.
"It wasn't meant as a compliment," said Sophie.
They both heard a howling sound.
Sophie shivered.
"I'm sure that was just a coyote," said the Doctor. He saw her expression. "A small one. Probably a vegetarian."
"Doctor, what are we doing here?" Sophie asked.
"We're following up on that clue we found in that haunted house on Mason Street."
"Yes, the big message burned into the wall which read that Margaret Tutweiler could never rest while that house stood. And here we are, at the final resting place of Margaret Tutweiler," said Sophie, pointing to a tombstone just feet from the Doctor. "But what are we doing here?"
"Waiting," said the Doctor.
Sophie Janssen put her hands on her hips, causing the 18 year old's prominent Dutch breasts to stick out even further. "For what? Doctor don't you think it's more than a little convenient that we found that clue, written right on the wall of the abandoned home?"
"Convenient?" said the Doctor, looking around the cemetery. "I suppose so."
"Maybe even more than convenient, like we were meant to find it?" Sophie asked.
"You thought that? That was my impression too!" The Doctor grinned again.
"So you realize this is probably a trap," said Sophie.
"Yes, of course."
"Then what are we doing here?"
"Well, if this is a trap, someone has to be the bait," said the Doctor. He took a small bag out of his pocket. "Would you like a girl ball?"
"No thanks," said Sophie, hugging her arms to conserve her bodily warmth.
"Are you sure?" The Doctor popped one in his mouth. He started to suck on it. "Ummm... brunettes. I love brunettes."