ALRIGHTY!!!! This is the other Ghostbuster fanfiction that I promised!!! and it is about Makenna Lee Venkman, Peter's little sister. Enjoy!!!
Makenna sighed as she made her way down one of the halls in Columbia University. She passed door after door, searching for one in particular. She knew she would know when she found it, because it would have a familiar name on the window. A lock of curly, honey colored hair fell in her face, and she shoved it away in a rush. She had no time right now to adjust the red stitched headband that kept the rest of her curls behind her shoulders. Finally, after passing at least thirty-two doors, she found the one she was looking for. PARANORMAL STUDIES, it said in all capital letters, followed by smaller text at the bottom of the window: DR. EGON SPENGLER, DR. RAYMOND STANTZ, DR. PETER VENKMAN. But she saw something next to the names that made her blood boil a little bit. Four words had been written there in red paint, but that was not what made her mad. It was the actual four words: VENKMAN BURN IN HELL. How dare someone write that, she thought. Not only did it deface public property, but it also descriminated one of the people she thought was her idol. She shook her head, clearing these thoughts away. This is not why you're here, she reminded herself. You are here to see Peter, and to begin your new job.
Makenna felt a prickle of excitement run through her. Just a few weeks ago, she graduated with Ph.D's in Parapsychology and Psychology, just like Peter had, and then just a few days ago, he had called her to extend what she though was the job offer of a lifetime: to go work with him and his collegues at the University. As soon as the words had left his mouth, she had immediately said yes, and went to pack about a full weeks worth of clothing. Now here she was, standing in front of the door of her hopes and dreams. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" a familiar voice asked from the other side, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Guess who!" She squealed back, turning the knob and pushing open the door. There she saw him, standing by who she assumed to be one of his collegues. There stood Peter Venkman, her idol, her inspiration. She watched as his face split into a wide smile, and suddenly Makenna was in his arms in less than two seconds.
"Makenna!" He yelled out, picking her up in an extreme bear hug. She squealed and wriggled, laughing the whole time.
"Peter Laurence Venkman, put me down at once!" she mock scolded. He didn't, and she hit him playfully on the arm. Finally, he set her down, but holding her in place at arms length.
"My god, look at you!" Peter exclaimed, his eyes roaming over her body. Not in THAT way, of course. It was like not seeing a friend since you were little and then seeing them again when your all grown up. "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you!"
"It's great to see you too, Pete!" she said, using the short version of his name like she always had. "God, we have so much catching up to do!"
"You are right about that, missy. But first," Peter broke off, turning them around to face the second man in the room. "I'd like you to meet my friend/collegue, here."
Makenna looked at the man for a long time as Peter said "This is Dr. Raymond Francis Stantz, but we like to call him Ray."
Makenna looked him up and down, and all over. He was a little taller than she was, her standing about 5'4" off the ground, and was just a tiny bit on the chubby side. He had light, tousled brown hair and brown eyes that burned with a fiery, child-like enthusiasm. He had a few stress lines here and there, but they were light, hardly noticable. Overall, he looked like a friendly person. And a cute one too, Makenna thought with a smile.
He smiled and outstretched a hand for her to shake, she smiled back and took it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, shaking his surprisingly soft hand lightly.
"Likewise." he replied, the enthusiasm in his eyes showing in his voice as well.
"I'm Makenna," she stated, introducing herself. "Makenna Lee Venkman."
Ray's warm expression turned quickly into one of confusion and then realization.
"Venkman?" he asked, looking from Makenna to Peter and back to Makenna again. "You mean...?"
"Yep," Peter confirmed, highly amused at Rays confusion. He put an arm around Makenna's shoulder. "Makenna here is my little sister."
Ray gave out a long, exaggerated "oh", showing that he now understood.
Makenna giggled, and then realized that they were still grasping each other's hand. Both let go, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious for some odd reason. Makenna felt her cheeks warm up a little bit, and Ray's ears turned a little red.
"Well, if you two are done flirting, then we'd better get going. Egon probably won't want to wait for us much longer." he said.
Makenna glared playfully at her brother before asking "Where are we going?"
"To the main branch of the New York Public Library." Ray explained, the redness in his ears fading. "Ten people witnessed a free-floating, full torso vaporous apparition!"'
"Well what are we standing around for? Let's head 'em up and move 'em out!" Peter yelled.
"Though as a friend, I have to tell you that you've finally gone around the bend on this Ghost business..." Peter stated to Ray as the three of them traipsed quickly up the stone stairs of the library. Ray was clutching a video camera as well as a regular one, Peter had his hands shoved into his coat pockets, and Makenna was trying to hold her coat closed because the zipper broke. "You guys have been running your ass off meeting and greeting every schizo in the Five Burroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen?"
"Of course, you forget Peter." Ray replied as they made it into the library and were walking down an isle of work tables. "I was present at an undersea unexplained mass-sponge migration!"
Peter sighed. "Ray," he groaned "The sponges migrated about a foot and a half."
They began approaching one of the tables, where a man was sitting cross-legged on the floor, using a stethescope to analyse the table. Peter began tapping on the table with his knuckles, causing the man to stop what he was doing, thinking he was hearing something through his stethescope.
"Egoooon...." Peter called softly in a spooky voice, picking up a book and slamming it down hard against the tabe top. The man winced and pulled the stethescope from his ears. He looked behind them to see Makenna, who was bending over slightly with a warm smile on her face.
"Oh, you're here!" he exclaimed, standing up and falling into step with them.
"Yeah," Peter dead-panned. "What have you got?"
"This is big Peter, this is very big." the man said, his deep voice masking a tiny hint of excitement. "There's definitely something here."
"Egon, this reminds me of that time you tried to drill a hole through your head. You remeber that?"
"That would've worked if you hadn't stopped me." the man retorted.
Makenna frowned. "You tried to drill a hole through your head?" she asked, looking up at him.
He shrugged, but then noticed that he had never seen her before. "Have we met?"
"Oh, where are my manners." Makenna laughed, extending her arm. He gripped it and shook it firmly, a ghost of a smile on his face. "I'm Dr. Makenna Venkman. I'm Peter's younger sister."
She grinned at him, proud to use her new title of "doctor".
"Dr. Egon Spengler." he said. He looked her up and down, taking in all the simmilarities between her and Peter. The pout in her lips, the slight Brooklyn accent, and her height, even though Peter was just a little bit taller than her. Egon also noticed the differences too, like her hair was a light honey color instead of a darker shade like Peter's was. She also has bright green eyes. And then there was all the obvious features that he didn't need to go into a lot of detail in. She dressed like a respectable woman, wearing a v-neck, red sweater and a black skirt with black, slip on shoes that had not much of a heel. Her plaid black and gray coat seemed to have a broken zipper as he examined it a little bit. Remebering that he was supposed to be conversing, he cleared his throat. "Doctor of what, may I ask?"
"Same as Peter. Parapsychology and psychology." she confirmed. When he let go of her hand, she was finally able to get a good look at him. He was tall, lanky, and had thick brown hair styled in a very interesting way. His face, like the rest of him, was thin and just a little bit pale. His eyebrows were a little on the thick side, and behind his small, round glasses were eyes that were a chocolate brown in color. He dressed formally, wearing a white dress shirt, a sweater vest, a tie, brown pants, bown shoes, and a tan trenchcoat.
A sudden tap on Makenna's shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. She turned her head around to see another man, who began speaking in a hushed voice.
"I'm Roger Delacore. Are you the men and uh...woman from the University?" he asked.
"Yes," Confirmed Peter, who began the quick introductions. "I'm Dr. Venkman," he pointed at Ray "Dr. Stantz," he pointed at Makenna "The other Dr. Venkman," and then he pointed finally to Egon "Egon."
"Thank you for coming." Roger said nervously, his eyes flitting from one of them to another. "I hope we can clear this up quickly and...quietly."
Peter patted him lightly on the back. "Let's not rush things. We don't even know what you have yet."
"I don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms because it reached out for me!" said a very frazzled and petrified librarian, who was lying on a table with her head propped up by her jacket. A doctor was taking a look at her while Peter, Ray, and Makenna stood around her. Ray's video camera was rolling and pointed at her. He looked at the two Venkman siblings, a goofy grin spreading across his face.
"Arms! I can't wait to get a look at this thing!" he said with childish delight. Peter rolled his dark gray eyes and looked down at the librarian, who was still hyperventilating after her little encounter.
"Alice, I'm going to ask you a couple of simple questions, okay?" he said in the most calming voice he could manage. He began firing away. "Have you or any member of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic? Mentally incompitant?"
Alice thought about it for a few minutes, her mouth hanging open, before answering "My uncle thought he was Saint Jerome."
Peter remained silent before both he and Makenna muttered the same thing: "I'd call that a big 'yes'."
"Uhh...Are you habitually using drugs? Stimulants? Alcohol?" Peter asked next.
"No, no, just asking." a short pause "Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?"
"Peter!" Makenna shrieked, a liitle louder than she meant to. Mr. Delacore, who had been in the area the entire time, whispered to her "This is still a library Dr. Venkman!" to which she apologised quietly and then hissed at Peter again.
"This woman has just been scared half to death by a ghost, and you ask if she's on her period?!"
Peter shrugged and looked to Mr. Delacore, who whispered "What does that got to do with it?"
"Back off man, I'm a scientist." Peter answered simply. Makenna rolled her eyes and gave up.
Suddenly, Egon skittered into the room, looking at a machine that was known as a PKE meter. He looked back up at them, a smile creeping onto his face at a snails pace.
"Ray, Makenna. It's moving!" he said, nodding his head in a way to suggest that they should follow. "Come on!"
Makenna immediately sprang up from her chair, reaching to grab the regular camera at the same time that Ray did. Their hands met briefly before Ray, chuckling, pulled his away to let her grab it. Peter, who had seen the whole thing, smirked at them. Makenna ignored him and scrambled after Egon and Ray.
Egon led the way down a flight of stairs to another room filled with books, with Ray right behind him and Makenna tailing Ray. Peter came down slowly and casually, not really acting like he cared. Their footsteps echoed through the long isles in between bookshelves as they continued onward. Eventually, Egon came to a sudden halt which caused Makenna to bump into Ray's back.
"Look!" Ray whispered excitedly, pointing at the object, or in this case, objects, of interest in front of him: about four towers of stacked books sat in the middle of the isle. The four carefully weasled their way around them, while Egon waved his PKE meter at one of the stacks from his spot between it and a bookshelf.
"This is hot, Ray." he said. Ray was pointing the video camera at the stacks and Makenna was snapping away at them with the other camera.
"Symmetrical book stacking." he said matter-of-factly, his eyes trained on the camera. He fumbled with a couple of buttons for a while and shuffled his feet a little bit. "Just like the Philidelphia mass-disturbance of 1947."
"You're right, no human being would stack books like this." Peter said sarcastically.
Egon, Ray, and Makenna shook their heads, finding Peter's sarcasm unwelcome at this time. But then Ray's head snapped up, looking behind him.
"Listen!" he said quickly. "You smell something?"
Makenna laughed at his choice of words, but then took a sniff and wrinkled her nose. She could smell something really foul up ahead.
They continued down that isle and turned the corner, gaping at what they saw. Record card drawers were open and records were spilled all over the floor. And a clear-ish sticky goo was slowly dripping down from the drawers. Makenna wrinkled her nose again in disgust.
"Talk about telekinetic activity, look at this mess!" she said a few minutes later, her feeling of grossness forgotten. She moved carefully down that isle, trying to step over the puddles of ooze that were forming on the floor.
"Raymond, look at this!" Egon said, stepping around one of the sticky drawers. Ray moved closer and examined it, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Ectoplasmic Residue." he breathed.
"Venkman, get a sample of this." Egon asked, more like comanded. Makenna and Peter looked at each other and back to Egon, looking as if to say "Which Venkman?"
"Peter, get a sample, please." Egon rephrased his last request, pulling a Petri dish out of his coat pocket and handing it to Peter, who scowled in discontent.
"Why me?" he asked. "Why not Makenna?" he looked at her with playful fury.
Egon looked at him over the rims of his glasses. "Well, Makenna is a woman, and women don't really like getting their hands covered in slime." he said, a smirk on his lips.
"Most women," Makenna corrected him, passing Peter and patting Egon on the shoulder as she walked past him. "Thanks, Egon."
He nodded and went back to staring at his PKE meter.
"Somebody blows their nose, and you want to keep it?" Peter asked, a hint of disgust in his voice.
"I'd like to analyse it." Egon answered simply, moving down the isle. He passed Ray, who was filming Peter getting ectoplasmic residue on his forehead.
"Come on," Ray said to Makenna, who was taking photos for both evidence and blackmail. She just couldn't pass up this oppertunity to pick on her older brother.
"Quit dilly-dallying, Pete!" she tossed over her shoulder, holding back laughter. She followed Ray and Egon around another corner before Peter caught up to them again, brandishing the now sticky-looking petri dish.
"Egon, your mucus." Peter handed it to Egon, who pocketed it in his trenchcoat. There was a loud creaking noise from behind the four of them, and they turned around, all jumping slightly as a bookshelf fell over. It stirred up a little dust, sending Makenna into a coughing fit.
"Has this happen to you?" Peter asked Ray. Ray closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"Oh," Peter said "First time?"
Ray nodded his head yes.
Egon took the lead again and walked down another isle, turning left, then right, then left again. The whole time he kept his eyes trained on the screen of the PKE meter. Finally, after turning another corner, the arms on the meter stood up straight and the lights on the ends began blinking rapidly. He held out a hand, telling the rest to slow down. He turned one more corner and finally looked up from the meter.
"It's here." he said, his mouth hanging slightly open. Makenna looked off in the direction he was looking and saw what he was talking about.
A ghost was floating about five feet in front of them, reading a book. It's appearance was that of an elderly woman wearing a old-fashioned dress. She seemed completely immersed into the book, so much that she didn't notice the four of them standing off to her left.
"A full-torso apparition. And it's real!" Ray whispered in Makenna's ear. She watched Egon nod his head out of the corner of her eye. Egon, Ray, and Makenna stood there watching the ghost bob up and down slightly as it floated, their mouths hanging slightly open.
"So what do we do?" Peter asked, keeping his eyes glued on the entity.
Makenna had begun to wonder that too, and judging by Ray and Egon turning their heads slowly to look at each other, it was clear that they were wondering too, and that they hadn't thought about it until recently.
"Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" Peter requested, gesturing to an isle off to the side with his head and eyes. Egon and Ray were still glued to their spots, and didn't move until Peter seized a grip on one of Ray's ears, causing Ray to cringe slightly.
"Would you just come here for a second please?" Peter said in the same tone, pulling Ray by the ear to the isle he gestured to. "Right over here."
Egon and Makenna tore their gazes away from the ghost and side-stepped into the isle.
"C'mere, Francine!" Peter said through gritted teeth as he let go of Ray's ear. His face was twisted with annoyance and just a little bit of anger. Egon and Makenna slinked up next to Ray in a guilty sort of manner. "Come here!"
Peter glared at all three of them with icy eyes.
"What are we doing?" he said through his clenched teeth.
"I don't know. What do you think?" Ray asked, looking up at Egon. The tall four-eyed man said nothing but pulled out a calculator, pushing digits in.
"Stop that!" Peter hissed suddenly, swatting the calculator out of Egon's hands to let it clatter on the floor. Egon flinched as if he had been struck across the face.
"We've got to make contact." Ray decided finally. He looked between the three of them, gauging their opinions by looking at their expressions. Peter looked annoyed, Egon looked serious (duh) and Makenna looked uncertain. "One of us should actually try to speak to it."
Egon and Makenna looked at Ray, both actually realizing that Ray's idea might work.
"Good idea," Egon said.
And in that instant, three heads turned to look at Peter.
He moved from his spot to stand in Ray and Egon's old spot, in plain sight of the ghost. Ray, Makenna, and Egon peered out from behind the bookshelf. Egon was now holding the video camera and Ray was now snapping pictures.
"Hello. I'm Peter." Peter said awkwardly to the ghost, who paid no attention to him or the rest of them. She was too immersed into her book. Briefly Makenna wondered what she was reading. It must be a good book for her not to take her eyes off of it, she thought. She shook her head, clearing the thought from her thoughts. It made it made her honey colored hair whip around her head. There's plenty more time to think about that later, she thought.
"Where are you from...originally?" Peter asked.
The ghost turned her head to stare atthe four to her left. They held their breath, waiting for her to speak, but all that happened was that she pressed her finger to her ghostly lips and uttered one sound: "Shhhhhhhhhh."
Peter stood there for a few minutes before turning around and herding the other three back into the isle.
"Okay, the usual stuff isn't working." he stated blankly.
"Okay," Ray said, getting an idea. "I have a plan. Do exactly as I say." he led them out from their hiding spot again. Makenna stayed close behind him, and close to Egon's right side and Peter's left. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt an anxious feeling spread through her. She felt a warm hand on her back, and turned to see Peter, who her a small, equally warm, brotherly smile. She smiled back briefly before turning back to the task at hand. She gulped.
Suddenly, the once feeble looking old lady transformed into a hideous and terrifying monster within a blink of an eye. She let out a loud, petrifying screech and pointed her long fingernails menacingly.
All four standing there began screaming and tore out of there as fast as their legs would allow them. They sprinted up the stairs, through the main hallway, and out the door. Egon was in the lead, his longer legs letting him cover more ground, Peter was next, pulling Makenna behind him by her hand. Ray brought up the rear, having to run twice as fast to catch up with them. Roger Delacore stared after them in confused silence. Then he turned and headed back into the library, muttering to himself.
Okay I know the ending seemed a little crappy, but I got impatient...-_-...anyways R&R!!!
How should I feel
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
~Monster-Meg and Dia