Samantha Manson was at a café after leaving the interview with the owner of the factory. The café wasn't too far from the factory, so she heard the explosion. Even from where she was standing, the creaking of the metal was deafening.

Most people would run the cover, but instead she ran towards it. Once the factory was in her view, the scene was chaotic. Hundreds of people stood in front of the factory, some were police, but mostly children of all ages and genders. The youngest one being around eight while the oldest was twenty.

Green goo was seeping out of windows and doors. Ectoplasm. Another sick part about the scene was that the owner was trying to get anyone who would listen to try to pick up the ectoplasm. Some would put it back in bottles or boxes or anything else they could find.

          "What happened?" She heard strangers talk behind her.

           "I ain't know. Maybe it just have too much."

            "Nah, they're always complaining about not having enough. Maybe someone made it explode. Or something went wrong with the machines, I heard those things are dangerous."

            "Do you think we will ever found out?"

              "No."

Samantha continued to walk forward, not paying attention to the ectoplasm getting on her boots.  What were the people behind her talking about?

       "Excuse me? Ma'am, you can't go in there." An officer stopped approached her.

         "Sorry sir, but it's really important." Samantha said politely as she could.

         "No exceptions. Sorry. "The officer told her kindly. Samantha nodded. The officer seemed nice enough, so she didn't want to be a big problem for him.

Instead, she went around to the back of the factory. The whole wall was knocked down because of the wait of the ectoplasm on top of it. Other factories behind the factory was covered in ectoplasm. Samantha frowned at the mess, if the city had electricity then this wouldn't had happened.

She had to go in, she needed to see what caused this. Maybe there would be some clues of why there's ectoplasm everywhere.

Samantha stepped over chunks of what had been a wall and tried to stay out of the ectoplasm. It was a horrifying scene, a ghost town. You tell that once humans were there, but the ectoplasm scarred the walls, making human life seem far away.

She came over to what had been left of a big tank. It obviously held ectoplasm once in it's life, but at the same time something clearly went wrong. Even though it was just scraps of metal, the scene still broke Samantha's heart. Like seeing the after math of a car crash.

A barely audible noise came to Samantha's attention. It was human, but it couldn't be. All of workers left the building during the alarm and the police didn't dare to come on here yet. A sigh and a groan mixed together came from behind Samantha. Definitely human.

Samantha couldn't believe it. A very human shape was covered in ectoplasm. A sigh and a groan came out of it again. Definitely a male. No lady would make that noise or have that type of outline of the body. Even though it was really skinny.

Samantha wiped off ectoplasm where she thought the face would be. Once clearing the ectoplasm off his face, it revealed a boy around her age. Samantha decided that she would bring him back to her house. If she gave him over to the cops then he would be called just a dumb kid for being in the factory when it exploded and she would get in trouble. Samantha needed to hear his story, not in some newspapers, but out of his own mouth.

She picked him up. On the upside, he was surprisingly light. On the downside, she had no clue how to get him back to her house without people noticing.

              She picked up a microphone that wasn't connected to anything. She pressed a button and a buzzing noise came out of it. Samantha remember T. Foley calling something like a Walkie-talkie.

              "Foley! Are you there?" Samantha hissed into the machine.

              "Roger that. What do you need?" A voice of a teenager replied.

               Samantha sighed as inwardly, she hated when Foley said roger. "Come to the factory I need you help." She replied.

              "Roger. Why?"

              "Just come."

             "Roger. Please tell me you aren't planning a protest."

             "I am not planning a protest." Samantha assured him.

"Roger that."

Samantha sighed. So far, the only thing she could do was stay with this boy. Samantha started to notice more details about the boy. His face was covered in bruises, could it be because of the accident? Or was it something else entirely? As she wiped away more ectoplasm, she saw stunning white hair. The hair did not signify age, but it was more alien like. The hair was pure, only untouched snow could be compared to the hair.

              Samantha frowned, knowing Foley wouldn't be able to get in through the front.  He's smart, he will figure it out. Or he could lead police right to her.  She wasn't a criminal, but it probably is not good to not listen to the police.

"Foley!" She hissed into the box. "Take the back entrance."

"Roger. May I ask why?"

"The police are in the front."

"You told me no protests." He complained.

"It's a rescue, I will explain once you get here. "

"Roger."

         She looked at the boy again. Samantha saw his shallow breathes and gave a sigh of relief. At least he's alive, but what if he dies when he's at her house? What if her parents found out about this boy? Samantha tried to sooth herself, theses are things I'll have to figure out later, she thought.

            She heard footsteps fall behind her. Samantha didn't care if it was Foley or a police officer, she just wanted to help this boy.

             "Foley?" She whispered carefully.

            "Roger. What did you get yourself into? Did you blow up the factory?" Foley questioned her.

"No."

"Did he blow it up?"

"I don't know." Samantha admitted. "I just know that he needs help and we shouldn't give him over to the police."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I know this isn't his fault. The police would just blame him for this or write him off as a stupid kid. Don't worry, he is going to stay at my house." Samantha claimed.

"I'll help, but don't blame me if this goes wrong." Foley told her.

"Deal."

Foley sighed and began to pick up the boy. "Wow, he's light." Samantha laughed.

"Thanks, Foley." She thanked him.

"Your welcome, your own me one."

"When don't I?"

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