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Highway to Hell, by Kitty (PG-13)
Fandom: REAL GHOSTBUSTERS
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
excellency
Author Website: The Temple of Smarm
Why this must be read: It's only fitting to begin this month of recommendations with a story which I know is responsible for luring several people into "Real Ghostbusters" fandom. Kitty's "Highway to Hell" has been called "the gold standard of smarm" (as it should be, written by the person most known for not only popularizing the intense-buddy-bonding genre, but for providing the definitive explanation on what smarm really is). On their way home after a week-long road trip busting small-town entities, the four Ghostbusters stumble into a trap laid by Set, the Egyptian lord of darkness, which requires the sacrifice of one of their fellows to save the others. But of course, in this paranormal world, the sacrifice is not the end, but rather the start, of a journey that crosses worlds into the dream plane, and beyond.
In this intense and painful story, Kitty paints brilliant word pictures with her evocative use of language, and the transcendent bonds of the team's friendship always shine through.
The apparition had the basic form of a human body surmounted with an animal's head, but the kind of animal was not anything they had seen before. Short black fur covered a long, narrow snout with sharp, pointed teeth showing under the curled lip, and above glowing yellow eyes the ears stood straight up in a proud arc, cropped flat across their tops. By its narrowly pleated skirt and the elaborate winged pectoral flashing gold highlights in the irregular light, it was plainly something from the Egyptian pantheon. Ray's forehead creased in concentration as he chased an elusive feeling of recognition, but he didn't have time to pursue his idea.
"You have intruded on my domain..." the creature thundered without introduction.
"What, New Jersey?" Peter asked incredulously, ignoring the frantic "sshhh!" noises the others were making as they automatically drew throwers and shifted to present a single armed front to the new arrival. "Hey, you can have it to yourself for all we care, honest. Just point us in the right direction and we're history." Any further observations he might have felt compelled to make were lost in a strangled "geep!" as his throat closed at a gesture from the huge being. Fortunately, the invisible stranglehold was fleeting, though the cavalier way it had been administered sobered Venkman slightly.
The creature's lips rippled unpleasantly over its jagged teeth and the strange ears tilted forward hungrily. "The price of trespass is your lives."
Highway to Hell
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ:
excellencyAuthor Website: The Temple of Smarm
Why this must be read: It's only fitting to begin this month of recommendations with a story which I know is responsible for luring several people into "Real Ghostbusters" fandom. Kitty's "Highway to Hell" has been called "the gold standard of smarm" (as it should be, written by the person most known for not only popularizing the intense-buddy-bonding genre, but for providing the definitive explanation on what smarm really is). On their way home after a week-long road trip busting small-town entities, the four Ghostbusters stumble into a trap laid by Set, the Egyptian lord of darkness, which requires the sacrifice of one of their fellows to save the others. But of course, in this paranormal world, the sacrifice is not the end, but rather the start, of a journey that crosses worlds into the dream plane, and beyond.
In this intense and painful story, Kitty paints brilliant word pictures with her evocative use of language, and the transcendent bonds of the team's friendship always shine through.
The apparition had the basic form of a human body surmounted with an animal's head, but the kind of animal was not anything they had seen before. Short black fur covered a long, narrow snout with sharp, pointed teeth showing under the curled lip, and above glowing yellow eyes the ears stood straight up in a proud arc, cropped flat across their tops. By its narrowly pleated skirt and the elaborate winged pectoral flashing gold highlights in the irregular light, it was plainly something from the Egyptian pantheon. Ray's forehead creased in concentration as he chased an elusive feeling of recognition, but he didn't have time to pursue his idea.
"You have intruded on my domain..." the creature thundered without introduction.
"What, New Jersey?" Peter asked incredulously, ignoring the frantic "sshhh!" noises the others were making as they automatically drew throwers and shifted to present a single armed front to the new arrival. "Hey, you can have it to yourself for all we care, honest. Just point us in the right direction and we're history." Any further observations he might have felt compelled to make were lost in a strangled "geep!" as his throat closed at a gesture from the huge being. Fortunately, the invisible stranglehold was fleeting, though the cavalier way it had been administered sobered Venkman slightly.
The creature's lips rippled unpleasantly over its jagged teeth and the strange ears tilted forward hungrily. "The price of trespass is your lives."
Highway to Hell
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