Enter the nightmare...
The Nightmare
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
Chapter 1 – The Nightmare
There it was… the nightmare again. He closed his eyes, focused on that bit of himself that wasn't like the rest, trying to let the warm, heavy feeling fizzle through this being – only it didn't. It was supposed to be effortless. It wasn't supposed to even be a mere thought, it was less than that. Except today. Today it was impossible. He had made himself dizzy from concentrating so hard.
He opened his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror. Under the messy white hair, glowing green eyes stared right back at him. He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe this nightmare wasn't so bad. He was usually at school, or out on the town, or with his parents, or something. Locked safely in his room was a dream compared to the usual nightmare. Here, he could just spend a bit of time stuck in his ghost form, and when he woke up all would be well. After all, he had this nightmare very often. He always woke up. He was always better.
Keeping his eyes closed, he drifted over to his bed and collapsed onto it. The alarm next to his bed told him that he would be getting up in fifteen minutes – if the alarm in the real world said the same time. Not too long to wait. He could start to…
Knock, knock, knock!
He flipped himself invisible with barely a thought and rolled into a crouch, poised to take off. Even in this nightmare, he was tense and ready to fight. His arm throbbed from the earlier fight with Skulker and his leg twitched. "Danny?" his mother called through the door, then she opened it and walked in with an armload of laundry. He didn't move. He was invisible. She wouldn't see him.
But she stopped in her tracks and stared straight into his eyes. Dropping the laundry, she yelled "Ghost!" Then she glanced around the room and hissed, "Where's my son?"
He was confused. Why could she see him? Why wasn't he invisible? What kind of nightmare was this? It was too much. He needed to get away. He took off, phasing through the ceiling… only he couldn't. He hit his head hard on the ceiling and tumbled to the ground, blackness twitching at the edges of his vision while stars danced in the middle. He struggled to his knees, gasping at the pain in his head. What was going on?
He heard a faint sound behind him. The swish of a foot on the carpet. Twisting his head, he had just enough to time to notice that the Anti-Creep Stick was inches from his face and moving fast, before his head seemed to explode and the blackness overwhelmed him totally.
His last conscious thought before the darkness swept him away was that the nightmare was finally over.
Unfortunately for him he was totally wrong.
To be continued...
This story is written in a kind of weird third-person format. There are very, very few names used throughout the entire story. There are also extremely few characters, which makes the "he" and "she" easier to follow. This is pretty dark and depressing… so read with caution. No blood and guts though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the other characters created by Butch Hartman. I am not making any money off this and it is for pure fun. Enjoy!