AN/ Well I don't remeber who I promised i would write this for but, if your out there here you go. Though this is about as far as I have things planned out. I can safely say that updates will be painfully slow. and when i say slow i mean SLOW slow. Like two to three months between updates slow. so if you don't want to wait that long. to bad so so sad. I guess that sucks for you now doesn't it? You can't force this kind of thing, I do have a general idea of how things are going to go down; I'm looking into the possibility of a bear attacking latter on, but we'll have to see. Got any ideas for me? go ahead and shoot. I'm happy and willing to listen. If i sound a little pushy it's because I have an ear infection and i have a cold and i'm freakin missrable. k enjoy or whatever.

Welcome to The Last Resort

Chapter 1: Nothing to be Afraid of

Originaly Posted: May, 19, 2010

"Look at the view guys, isn't this amazing!" Sam threw her arms in the air and briefly peeled her face away from the window to talk to her friends. It was their senior year so of course they would be taking their senior field trip. This year the senior class had elected to go to a ski resort in Colorado. Danny, Sam, Tucker, and the rest of the class were currently winding through some steep mountain passes deep in the Rockies. Sam was naturally ecstatic to be headed out into the woods, while others were not so enthusiastic.

"Sam don't move around so much! You might make us fall over the cliff!" Tucker tightened his death grip on the seat bellow him. His eyes were wide and stayed away from the window that he was convinced displayed his impending doom. Sam lowered her eyebrows and gave Tucker a look.

"Tucker would you lighten up already? We are not going to fall over a cliff. The bus driver has driven this route a million times. Not to mention we're only going a thrilling twenty miles per hour; a whole five miles under the speed limit. We're going to be fine!" Sam was clearly annoyed at Tuckers seemingly pointless worrying. Danny, however, was sympathetic. Tucker had had a similar reaction the first time Danny had taken him out flying. Danny, being the good hearted friend he was, tried to be of some solstice.

"Common Tuck you can loosen up. You've got me here, and I've had practice catching busses that happen to be falling off cliffs. If worse comes to worse, we'll be fine." Danny's smile broadened when he saw Tuckers grip loosen slightly. Though Tucker was not about to relinquish his hold completely.

Sam was about to remedy this when a particularly strong gust of wind howled around the bus. It was so strong the passengers could feel it pushing the bus towards the cliffs edge. Tucker yelped and renewed his hold on the seat cushion with vigor. Murmurs of worry had broken out at the gust. The bus driver picked up his little microphone and tried to qualm the gitters; all too familiar with the strong winds on this side of the mountain, and the way they tended to worry his touring passengers.

"It's alright everyone we have nothing to worry about. It's just a little wind is all. We are currently on the side of the mountain that sees the air currents coming in from the east. When we're this high in altitude the wind tends to be stronger. I can confidently assure you, all four wheels will be staying firmly on the road." Most of the whispering had quieted with the drivers explanation. Tucker, however, did not calm down any.

As the ride went on the wind seemed to get stronger and stronger. The bus had slowed to a ten mile per hour crawl. It was true the bus driver was used to the high speed winds that often plagued this side of the mountain. However, he'd never experienced anything this bad . He contemplated stopping completely and letting the winds pass, but he really didn't want to worry anyone unnecessarily. Meanwhile Sam and Danny tried, to no avail, to calm Tucker down.

"Tucker we've got like ten miles to go until the next rest stop, can you please try and relax for at least that long?" Sam was growing increasingly impatient with Tuckers behavior.

"I'll relax when-" Tucker was cut off when the buss groaned. The wind picked up significantly and pushed the top heavy bus toward the cliffs edge. The wheels on the busses left side seemed to only be kissing the ground. There were strangled cries as the driver brought the bus to a stop. The wind positively howled around the bus, maintaining that is stay perched precariously on the two wheels closest to the cliff's edge. Everyone scrambled to the elevated side of the bus to try to get all four wheels to touch firmly once again.

There was a collective sigh of relief as they felt the bus level out under the newly redistributed weight. To even further their sense of security the wind seemed to considerably die down. Just as everyone was about to return to their seats, however, a wind traveling at unnatural speeds slammed into the side of the buss like a wrecking ball. Screams could be heard ringing throughout the bus as it approached its tipping point. Everyone scrambled to the farthest left of the buss once again, in an attempt to keep the bus firmly on the road. Social status was abandon; jocks and geeks were all within close proximity trying to combat the winds effects. The wind seemed to give one last heave and the bus crossed the point of no return. Screams intensified to an earsplitting level as the entirety of the busses passengers got a look at the cliff that they were about to plummet off of through the window. Everyone clung to pieces of the interior quite literally for dear life.

"Danny do something!" Sam whispered harshly. Danny hesitated for a moment; unsure even now if he should transform in front of all these people. That second was all that was needed to send the bus into a free fall. Screams seemed to die away as they all watched the rocks on the cliffs face come rushing towards them. Danny was paralyzed with fear; scarred out of his mind. He had never seen a crash from this perspective. Sure he had phased cars through each other preventing numerous accidents, He'd even caught a bus going off a cliff before, but he'd always been on the outside of the disaster. He could tell you now that things from the inside seem a lot different, than they do from the outside.

For the passengers inside, time seemed to be moving at an unfeasibly fast rate. In milliseconds it seemed; the bus made its first impact with the cliff face. The noise was indescribable, ripping metal squealed in their ears at an impossible volume; screams of terror were rising from the pits of petrified souls. Only instinct, created from being thrown into too many walls, turned Danny intangible milliseconds before impact; thus saving him from any serious injury. Danny phased through the side of the bus landing on a small ledge as he lost momentum. However the bus took no notice of its lost passenger, and continued to careen down the cliff.

As a result of the first collision the bus was sent into a wild tail spin that was sure to have made any self respecting carnival ride jealous. Danny watched the bus head toward its next point of impact.

Back on the outside, he immediately snapped into hero mode. Still in human form he leapt from the safety of his small rocky ledge and plunged himself towards the falling vehicle. Only after he was in free fall did he transform into his ghostly counterpart. He rocketed himself downward, pushing two hundred and fifty miles per hour. Danny had gotten a lot faster since his freshman year; though it seemed none of that extra speed would be helping him now. He arrived at the bus in time to catch it before its next impact, but it was spinning so fast that there was no feasible way for our halfa to grab hold.

The bus struck the cliff face a second time with another explosion of noise. The sound of tearing metal again filled the air along with unidentifiable snapping and cracking. Danny's ghost hearing picked up the sound of several bones breaking entwined within the deadly chord.

The contact however had stopped the busses insane spinning and Danny was able to get underneath to grab hold before it hit the next outcrop. He couldn't slow the bus enough before it hit , though, and ended up turning it intangible. Danny struggled to slow the busses descent. It turns out there is a very large difference between a school bus and a fully loaded charter bus that is being stopped mid fall. Danny phased the bus through an upcoming patch of pines that were positioned to skewer them. The bus was lowered the last fifty feet as Danny had gotten the buses descent under control. He realized, now underneath the whole of the buses weight, that there was no way he would be able to bring the bus back up to the road. So, he focused on redirecting the path of the bus to avoid any obstacles. The bus was quickly reaching the bottom of the wooded valley. Danny looked over his shoulder and steered the bus towards a small clearing. Danny had slowed the bus to two or three miles per hour as he made his way to the ground. Though a few pines did not escape injury as Danny brought the bus into the clearing, the bus itself was spared any further damage. Danny phased himself through snow and dirt as he transferred the weight of the bus from his hands to the ground. The bus groaned as if complaining while Danny set it down. Staggered snapping could be heard from the inside as the wreckage settled. Danny phased back up through the ground and looked at the bus he had just supposedly saved.

It looked like a smashed tin can; the sides of the bus was peeled back in places. The windows were gone; completely shattered from the encounters with the solid rock face. Wires that once connected toegther lights fans and televisions were tangled, and hanging messily out of place; the odd spark escaping from lose ends. The roof of the bus had been smashed down like a giant foot had stepped on it. The smell of gasoline and oil wafted through the air on whisps of smoke.

The sight of twisted metal, however, was nothing compared to the sound of silence that met Danny's ears. He stared in shock at the seemingly dead pile of metal; not able to comprehend what had just happened. Danny floated there next to the wreckage for an endless minute before a strangled moan met his ears. Danny's eyes lit with hope as he was snapped out of his state of shock. Quickly, Danny set about untangling his class from the heap that lay before him.