The rhythmic beeps and clicks of the medical equipment had put Brittany to sleep. However, the brain wave monitor was spiking off the charts....
GOD DAMN IT! I CAN'T KEEP THIS UP!
Explosions fell around the Ghost as he held out in his mindspace.
However, a hand fell upon his shoulder. He jumped back to see his Grandma staring at him, fully decked out in combat gear.
Grandma?
Come on! We need to get you to see the others! Helen, cover us!
Copy that Pat.
The Ghost looked over to see his great-grandma, Helen, opening fire at the mindscape New World Order.
Where are we going?
To see Hans, he'll know how to get you out of here.
As the two ran, they arrived at a rundown farmhouse. Inside, was the Ghost's ancestors. Hans, Tillie, Tyler, Margaret, Lois, Marg and his Grandma.
Who've you brought us Pat?
My grandson, he goes by the Ghost of Ottawa these days.
The man in the far corner stood up and made his way over to the Ghost.
You've been through it haven't you boy.
Yes...
I'm Hans, your predecessor, give or take four generations.
Well...Hans, I have no idea how to get back to the mortal realm.
Mortal realm? Boy, you're in your own mind! You're in a coma and your pals need ya.
I know they do, but I can't leave for whatever reason.
I am keeping you here.
WHY THE HELL....
Your anger... Why must you only use it?
I beg your pardon?
You use anger when you fight, yet you have viking blood.
I...
No, once you know in your heart that this is how is should be, you can leave.
The Ghost sat there dumbfounded at his ancestor. While everyone else went about their day, Hans went outside to split wood.
Grandma, is there any merit to what he is saying?
I honestly don't know, but he is our ancestor. Try listening to him.
Tell me how.
Thought you'd never ask. It's simple, vikings used rage, so use that bloodline strength. Dig deeper than just simple anger. Give it a go. Use the axe to split the logs.
The Ghost closed his eyes and called to memory his past, his pain. He opened his eyes and splintered the log into slivers.
Oofta. Listen, dig deeper!
The Ghost tried again and again, coming close every time, but never able to use his full potential. However, Brittany began to notice the lights would dim and flicker with every spike in brainwave activity. She ran to go get Juno.
DO IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!
The Ghost turns to look Hans, his eyes turning blood red.
Don't... you ever... CALL ME WORTHLESS YOU DEAD CORPSE! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALL UPON VALHALLA TO SAVE YOU? GO AHEAD YOU...
Good luck out there.
A bright light engulfed the Ghost and he vanished from the mind space entirely.