The woman stared at him with scaring red eyes, something that would linger in Danny's memory for years to come. His breathing shallowed, nearing invisibility. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a mother kissing a child's minor wound and asking what's wrong, "Have you ever felt the sting of a steel blade?" In her hand appeared a small dagger, perfect for close range slayings. She neared his ghostly body and smiled softly, almost regretfully. Regretful of what was to come and what was to be. Danny stared back at the two pools of blood that found a place in the darkness that was her form. He closened to the wall where he was chained to, as if it would give him security. Her form now was so contradicting to the form that he first encountered her in. She looked like an angel, which is why he must have trusted her, came with her in the first place.
When Danny gave her no answer, or any sign of producing one soon, she neared him more causing him to become rigid. She danced the knife along her fingers and looked up at his green eyes, her own reading pity and sorrow. Swiftly, she raised the knife in one simple motion and slashed across his left cheek. Danny sharply in took breath at the sudden action.
She spoke again, and Danny feared the words, "Have you ever had a cigarette extinguished on your skin?" Fear of repercussions, Danny simply shook his head. "Lucky for you, I do not smoke, but you soon will." With a snap of her black fingers, the knife was gone, but fire engulfed Danny's legs. He screamed for a short while before closing his mouth, believing the ghost enjoyed his vocal cords tinged with pain. It was quite the contrary. "Are you hurting?" she asked softly. She didn't want this, not at all. Danny merely nodded. A tear escaped and fell into the fire, which ate it up like we breath air. But the fire wasn't feeding on air, it was feeding on his crisping flesh.
"I do not feel heat any longer. Why am I denied that right? I use to be hot all the time."
The blood from the facial dripped down his face in a slow, steady steam and landed, stopping a centimeter from his emblem, on his chest.
"Please stop..." he whimpered, mentally kicking him self for sounding so weak, so fragile.
"I wish I could," she said, tears brimming in her eyes. "But you hold in position something I want, I need. Why? You own no need for it. Why keep it from me?" She turned abruptly and out the door. As soon as the metal meet the stone, the fire disappeared, as if it caused a large wind.
Danny thought of her last words. What was she speaking of? He had nothing of hers. Guilt bubbled up inside. He felt bad she had left in tears. She had said she didn't want to do this. Danny always helped some one in need, so he would help her.
