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To put it simply, life sucked. The world outside of his cage was cruel and relentless in its pursuit to destroy those too weak to stand against it. The Ghost Investigation Ward, or more publicly known as the Guys In White, was just like the outside world- well, what he remembered about the world outside. Deep underground the G.I.W set up a base just to hold anomalies like himself and the others, but he never got to see them, never talked with another sentient creature.
Inside of an unmarked, white tiled cell, lay a small boy, he looked maybe ten, but actually his fourteenth birthday had passed not to long ago. His shaggy, unkempt black hair fell over his icy blue eyes, his skin pasty white from years without sun, pulled tightly over his body making him look more like a skeleton than a human. He wore no clothing, they didn't believe that a creature like him didn't deserve them. The body in question was marred from head to toe with scars, the most prominent scar being the 'Y' shaped cut running from both sides of the collarbone to his bellybutton, sloppily stitched up and still bleeding. A simple looking, steel collar sat tightly around his throat, two chains lead down from the collar to a pair of handcuffs; another set of chains lead down to a pair of ankle-cuffs, all glowing a faint green color.
To those who still remembered the boy, they knew him as Daniel Fenton or 'Danny', son of Amity Park, Illinois' town freaks, or as they called them selves 'ghost hunters'. To the people of Amity, the then seven year old, ran away from home and was never found. Danny didn't remember much about his past, he barely remembered his own name! If not for his father teaching him how to write his name, he would've forgotten long ago. But, what he did remember made him shiver, his parents didn't love him, they hurt him when the cold, funny glowing rings appeared. Sleeping was a problem, Danny hated sleep, it always brought the bad dreams.
To distract himself he looked around the white room, he studied the patterns on the ceiling. In truth, his cell used to be white, but over who knows how long, they gave up on cleaning, now the floor was a collage of red and green splatters of blood. The walls where no better, as they where covered in a child's drawings of animals, as well as people and crude handwriting of random, misspelled words.
Danny had heard them talking about him during some of the tests. They said that Danny wasn't a human like them, but a 'culmination of ectoplasm and post human consciousness'. What ever that really meant, but Danny guessed that the green blood was ectoplasm. They used simpler words, like when they called him a ghost. Danny knew what those were, he had heard his parents talk about them; all bad things, mind you.
A growling noise filled the small cell, followed shortly by a groan. How long had it been since they fed him? Weeks? Months? Years? It felt like he had been here for thousands of years. Danny wondered why the G.I.W didn't kill him and be done with it, there couldn't be anything left that he could give them, right? Most of the time they repeat the same experiments, said the same words that he knew where bad, but didn't understand what they meant. Why didn't they just end him, let him find some sort of peace. Oh, that's right, Danny was a ghost! A creature without a conscience and feeling, but Danny knew they knew that he could feel everything they did to him.
Two nameless agent came to take Danny to a lab for more 'tests', over time Danny forgot who was who so they all blended together becoming a blur. As soon as they reached the lab the agents dragged him to a metal table in the middle of the room, before leaving him to the scientists. As quickly as possible, Danny let two glowing white rings envelope his body.
Oh, how he hated the color white! To him, it represented all that was evil; all that was wrong in the world. All the bad things happened in white rooms, with humans dressed in white.
When the ring dissipated, what was left was a complete opposite of the child that stood there a moment ago. The boy's hair was supposed to be a brilliant white, but it was a caked with dirt and blood changing it to a more brown color. His skin was still the same except for the dull, white glow that surrounded him, as well as a burn, obviously made by a hot poker, shaped like a large 'D' with a smaller 'P' inside it, on his outer thigh. It was placed their so they could always identify him, no matter what. But what caught most peoples attentions was his toxic green eyes.
One of the scientists barked a command, but the boy wasn't listening, but he already knew what they wanted- they always wanted the same thing. Danny stumbled over to a metal table that was in the middle of the room, then laid down and let the scientists strap him down and prepare his body. The nameless scientists ran the usual experiments, but that didn't last long.
"Hold still."A blonde scientist commanded sharply. This human in particular Danny hated the most, Blondie being the one to always cause the most damage when they mess with his body; but Danny learned long ago to just listen and it would end faster. The man silently walked to a tray on the counter and grabbed what looked like a miniature version of a chainsaw! He absolutely dreaded when they came up with new experiments, it always meant more pain and more nightmares.
At this sight, Danny tried to squirm away from the approaching madman. Unfortunately they had done an incredible job at strapping him down to the table.
"I said hold still!" The blonde growled, to make his point, he slammed the miniature chainsaws handle down onto Danny's ankle. Danny stifled a scream by biting his tongue, but that caused it to bleed profusely. The scientist slowly started the chainsaw, relishing in Danny's fear before lowering it right below Danny's left elbow.
The only thing Danny knew after that was pure pain, then darkness…