Danny Phantom: Four Walls
This is the third and final story to the trilogy that started with Sym-Bionic Titan and Ben 10. As with the second story, this will have links to the upcoming crossover, and as I have hinted in the previous story, the main characters to the crossover will be shown in greater light here; in particular, one of the OCs.
The title refers to the first semester of a high school year, starting in September and ending in December. Pasts of the OCs will be partially revealed here and only fleshed out in the crossover. Sometimes the only link to your God is through the shit many go through everyday, from the mundane to the extraordinary.
Chapter.1
An Iberian boy of 14 years was on the bus, heading for school. He was listening to his now dying CD player. The morning outside was bright, with scarcely any hint of clouds, it was still technically summer, much to his displeasure. Suddenly, the bus stopped in front of Amity High, a high school in the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Amity Park district. He and ten other students got off and headed for homeroom. The boy adjusted the leather strap of his backpack and walked briskly to class. He looked at the other Latino students walking past him, he felt like an outsider with his chestnut brown hair, light complexion, his Spanish was more on the lines of Spain and also knew Portuguese. But clothing wise, he blended in with his black t-shirt, jeans, and white Reebok shoes.
'At least with the other students I'm as normal as air...or farts in the boy's locker room.'
September 2004 (week 3-Monday)
As he walked down the hallway, he was nearly knocked over by a blond jock that was chasing another student, "Watch where you're going," he yelled rudely. The boy mumbled, "Coño," under his breath and headed for his homeroom on the second floor. He entered and sat at the front row, next to the window. After a few minutes of loud conversations between the students, the teacher entered. The class settled down and during the 15 minutes of homeroom, the class did some reading, listened to announcements, and…talked about the ghost kid who started to appear and fighting crazy ghosts two weeks ago. The boy didn't buy it; he thought all of it was just utter bullshit.
When homeroom ended, half of the class left while he and the remaining students stayed for English 9A. He went to his locker across the hall to get his literature textbook. He slammed the locker door and headed back to class, but once inside he spotted his childhood friend sitting behind his chair, "Wil, I'm still dazed by the fact you're here. It's been years since we talked and I just recognized you last Friday," the boy said, "I know Zane," Wilfredo said just as happy. Zane Zhu, Cantonese American, originally from Brooklyn. He moved to Amity six years prior, he wore a white t-shirt, black cargo shorts, and classic Converse shoes.
The two shook hands and bumped each other's fists, "It feels like we landed in a bad film or something," Wilfredo said as he sat down as did Zane, "So, I'm feeling you definitely don't wanna talk about that ghost shit that's been going on," Zane asked and Wilfredo shook his head, "Hell no! That's all been going around for the last week and a half. It's just…UGH! Don't the students here talk about something else?"
Zane found his friend's reaction funny and typical from his memory of Wilfredo, "You haven't changed at all," Zane commented, "Wilfredo…Wil, what happened last year," he asked.
Wilfredo looked at him with a somewhat pained expression, "Well…someone framed me for something I didn't do and wound up in juvie for six days. All because I wanted to help out the bastard," he said with a hint of bitterness at the end.
Zane didn't say anything, he thought for a moment, "…How did your parents take it," he asked now curious and sad on what happened to his once good childhood friend he's just starting to get reacquainted.
Wilfredo sighed, "Well…at first mightily pissed. But when the police explained to them I was framed and sold out, they immediately softened. Glad I wasn't physically hurt, but I was expelled and they decided to move out here in Philadelphia…Amity actually. Not that far from New York to be honest."
Both sat in silence and the bell rang, their English teacher came in, "I'll tell you the rest later at nutrition," Wilfredo whispered to Zane who nodded in agreement, "Sure no problem."
Their professor, Mrs. Zunino did the roll call, "Fenton? (Here)…Foley? (Here)…Manson? (Here)…Pereira(Wilfredo raised his hand)…Rodriguez? (Here)…Santos? (Here)…and finally Zhu? (Zane yelled out "Here").
The teacher marked those who were present and those who were absent, "All right. Good morning class. Enjoyed your weekend," she asked the class and the students responded with a resounding, "Yeah."
(Nutrition 10:15am)
Fifteen minutes into nutrition, Zane and Wilfredo ate their 'breakfast' outside with most of the other students. They talked and ate on the stairs that led to the football field below. Thankfully, clouds formed overhead to block out the sun's light, but the warmth and humidity still made its presence known to the students. Zane and Wilfredo continued their earlier discussion on Wilfredo's past year. Zane understood where Wilfredo was coming from about the incident involving juvenile hall, but there was a more pressing question that's been plaguing his mind for the past weekend…
"Do you still have those dreams," Zane asked carefully, not to put off his friend. Wilfredo looked at him with a confused look, but it turned to a more slight pained look, "…Yeah, but recently, I haven't got a clue what the dreams mean. I mean, I keep dreaming of butterflies," the last bit threw Zane in a bit of a loop, "Butterflies? Sounds soft for you…you know, speaking from our history," he commented and Wilfredo immediately knew what he meant.
"I know. I know, but these dreams happen when I wake up late. Around 2am or something and they're always on the ceiling. Flapping their wings and…all ten are black. As well as a lone white one. Does your parents know things like this," Wilfredo asked Zane, but he shook his head NO, "I know my parents are Buddhist…well more Taoist actually, but nothing like this. My mom is all about knowing what her dreams mean and tries to get me to heed her words. But my dad thinks its nonsense…I don't know what your parents do."
Wilfredo looked amused, "You remember. Whenever my mom drops me off at our old school in Brooklyn, she would always say the same damn prayer, "Em nome do Pai, do Filho e do Espírito Santo. Amen." Or "Dios Bendiga mijo," It annoyed me a lot, but now I understand where she's coming from," he said as he drank the last of his orange juice.
"I hear you there. Never got into the whole Taoist thing on balance, but now…I don't know, not as dorky as it once was. I have to thank my grandparents in Taiwan for that when I visited them last year," Zane said and looked at him.
Wilfredo gave a small smile, "Yeah, our old folks did a number on us. Visited my grandparents in Portugal and they…like yours, made the prayer thing less annoying."
The bell rang, "Got to head for math right now," Zane said as he and Wilfredo got up and threw away their Styrofoam trays, "And I…have science next. Later," both bumped each other's fists and went their separate ways.
The past hour for both Zane and Wilfredo went slower than expected, as if the teachers expected a ghost to come out of the ceiling or up from the floor any second. This was also felt from the students, but Zane and Wilfredo paid no heed, just got annoyed with the snail-like pace.
(11:27am)
After third period, Wilfredo headed for his fourth period at the gym. After getting there and changed into his PE clothes, he headed for his class who all sat down on the gym floor waiting for their instructors, while talking about the ghost thing of course. Then the class noticed their coach coming and steadily quieted down.
"Okay class settle down and get into five rows so I can call out roll," the 25 students got into the rows and just sat while the their coach called out their names. Once he was done, he announced they would run around the track four times and then head for the weight room. The students of course moaned at the thought of running in the nearly high noon sun. But they complied when the coach threatened to give an extra two laps to anyone that complained...they remained silent and complied.
Outside, while running, Wilfredo let his mind wander on what to do after school with Zane and two other guys he befriended from the first week of school. On the field, there were two classes that stretched, did push ups and sit ups for their own upcoming activities. The sun wasn't as bad as they imagined, but the idea of running just sucked, and everyone agreed.
While doing their third lap, Wilfredo heard screams behind him. He took a look and noticed three black, almost demonic looking dogs chasing the students. He and the rest of the class broke formation and ran across the field to get inside. Wilfredo ran, but one of the dogs caught up with him so he deviated from the rest of the class and ran up the bleachers. The black dog chased him up the stairs...Wilfredo turned around and just as the dog lunged to bite off a bit of his flesh,...Wilfredo held out his hands and the dog immediately disintegrated in a ball of light. He looked around to see if there wasn't anyone...'All clear,' he thought.
He ran down the stairs, he noticed only one black dog now and it noticed him...so he ran for the fence and jumped it. Wil continued to run and he turned his head, only to find the dog somehow jumped the fence. Wilfredo sped up his pace as best he could, now feeling the strain in his legs. He ran around the block to find himself at the school's main entrance. He opened the door, and ran down the first floor hall, to find security to take down the dog...he found none. He continued to run through the halls, and then across the dog face to face. It was probably down the hall, a good 15 meters...Wilfredo backed up slowly, but the dog growled menacingly and luckily, Wilfredo noticed an empty classroom, 'How come no one is noticing a dog growling just outside their doors?'
He tried the classroom, 'Yes! Unlocked!'
He opened the door and quickly jumped out of the open window. He stumbled a bit but continued to run towards the gym, his luck that he chose a classroom that was close to his now area of safety. But just as he was about to reach for the door, he tripped and the dog finally lunged toward him. The dog pinned him so he wouldn't escape, Wilfredo struggled to keep the dog at bay, but it was long enough for him to push the head away and kicked the dog in the chest. Wilfredo got up and kicked the dog in the head. It whined and yelped in pain, giving Wilfredo time to open the door and closed it immediately.
Once inside, he collapsed to the floor, exhausted, breathing heavily, and above all...shaking all over. His hands shook from fear and the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He noticed his coach coming to him, helped him up and guided him to his office to see if he received any bite marks or anything of the sort.
(meanwhile, a few minutes before and the current moment)
While Danny was in is Physical Science A class on the second floor with Sam, his ghost sense went off. He asked the teacher for a bathroom pass, which she granted and Sam secretly gave him the thermos. He got out of class and quickly transformed and phased through the ceiling. Once outside he surveyed the grounds from above.
"Okay, where are the..." he muttered while focusing on the P.E. field and then the parking lot, but then heard screams from the track field next to the gym. He flew to the scene and saw three demonic looking dogs chasing the students. He immediately flew to one and sucked it in with the thermos, he then noticed one of the dogs chasing a student he knew from one of his classes, he flew to the bleachers, but was immediately shocked by how the dude disintegrated the dog with his hands, "Wow...I thought I was the only one," he muttered and saw the dude going down the bleachers and only to get chased by the last of the three dogs. Danny quickly flew after the two.
He went intangible as the boy and the dog entered the school, he searched for them and found them on the first floor. The boy headed for one of the empty classrooms and jumped out the window. Danny saw the boy tripped just outside the door and was immediately pinned down by the dog, and as Danny was about to swoop in and save him he kicked the dog in the chest and in the head. Danny went tangible again when the dude re-entered the gym and sucked in the dog right into the thermos. He quickly flew back to class, and went back to normal outside the classroom's door, but in the back of his mind he was thinking, 'What the hell just happened?'
(Minutes later)
Wilfredo dried off his hair and proceeded to put on his socks, shoes, and shirt. The coach announced he would end class early as a safety precaution. Wilfredo was pissed off, all because of three dogs class was cancelled. The coach explained that due to the recent ghost activity and the dogs coming through a possible hole underneath the fence it was probably best to end class today and continue the next day, 'They could just fill up the damn holes! Or put assistant coaches around the field to make sure no more dogs come through. They're tough enough, they can take it,' Wilfredo thought bitterly.
Wilfredo grabbed his backpack, slammed his gym locker door and headed out. Once out he headed for the school library, the only place outside the music room he knew well. Once he arrived at the library, he went on the internet to check his email and checked for DVD prices for one of his favorite films. He found one and made a mental note to go to the store after school, luckily, the store was located just two miles from his home. After logging off, he went to one of the arm chairs that sat near the magazine rack, sat down, grabbed a magazine, took out his CD player and...took himself to his own world, lost in reading National Geographic and listening to some Common.
He then noticed a library worker/student coming up to him, "Hey Wil, shouldn't you be in class," the African American girl asked, "Yeah Alex, but...the coach let us out early due to his private fears of rabid dogs. But then, his fears spread out to my whole class so...why do you think I'm here," he said semi-sarcastically.
Alex rolled her eyes, "I'm sure and don't be a smart ass all the time...you won't get a girlfriend that way," he eyed her, "Well I don't know about that," he said slyly which Alex brushed him, "Nice try," she said. Wilfredo shrugged his shoulders, showed her the slip given to him by his coach. She nodded and left him be, 'Too bad she's graduating next year,' he eyed her, 'Gonna miss her.'
After 14 minutes, the bell for lunch rang. He got up and left, he went up to his locker to get the lunch his mom made, he didn't trust cafeteria food much, not since the incident that happened in sixth grade that played over and over in his mind. He walked down stairs and headed outside to eat his lunch and forget the farce that occurred during fourth period.
(Meanwhile)
"It was just...I don't know what happened! He just spread out his arms like this and the dog just vaporized," Danny told his friends outside underneath a tree, flaying out his arms for emphasis.
"What do you mean vaporized exactly? I mean, compared to what you do with fighting ghosts and all," Tucker said as he ate his burger, "Well, since the dogs were ghosts in the first place, it was sort of the same. But...I don't know. It was weird," Danny shrugged his shoulders, emphasizing his uncertainty.
Sam thought for a moment, "Three black dogs and a dude who can vaporize them like you...either he's part ghost like you or..." Then she had a real strange thought, "Or maybe a medium."
"Medium," Danny and Tucker said in unison, "You mean like those old ladies with the tarot cards at the riverside or during one of those bargain fairs," Tucker asked and commented on the stereotype.
"Probably but him doing something like Danny," she looked at Danny, "I don't know, we need to talk to him one of these days," Sam commented on a future game plan to this new development.
Danny noticed the dude, "Speaking of which, there he is," Danny mentioned, both Tucker and Sam looked, "Wilfredo? That's surprising," Sam said, "Yeah, he's the last person you would think about doing what you described. He just looks...normal," Tucker said.
"Yeah, but his eyes are hot that's for sure," Sam commented, "Light brown with an intensity that screams goth...or at least punk," Sam said almost going over to the girl on crush mode...almost.
"Yeah well, we'll have to watch him to see if he's dangerous or something," Danny went all protective, especially around Sam, he didn't know why but proceeded to look at Wilfredo as did his friends.
(Across from Danny and his friends)
Wilfredo sat down and took out his lunch. It wasn't special, a choripan sandwich with olives and a thermos of water he heated in the teacher's lounge. He put a bag of mate inside and let it seep for a bit. He began to eat and moaned in pleasure with his favorite sandwich, 'I may not be Argentine, but i damn know how to make a choripan! A little cold, but not bad,' he thought as he savored the sausage laced with chimichurri sauce. After he ate his small sandwich, he ate his olives and drank his mate. It was hot, but not enough to singe his tongue.
He took out his CD player and continued to listen to Common. He drank more of his mate, that is until someone blocked out the sun, "Hello Wilfredo," a Latina girl greeted in a flirty, sweet voice, "Hey Paulina," Wilfredo greeted stoically. She then sat down next to him to get his attention, "So...what are you listening to," she asked with a flick of her hair.
"Nothing you would be interested in," Wilfredo said cooly while taking out a book he'd been reading in class, "What are you reading," she asked, "Ensaio sobre a Cegueira," he read out loud and got a clueless look from Paulina, "In English, Blindness. In Spanish, La Ceguera," he then returned to reading.
"I've heard you were brave against three big, scary dogs during fourth period. Why don't you tell me about," Paulina said as she scooted closer to Wilfredo, with her shoulders just touching his.
Wilfredo took a breath, "If you must know, I ran my ass off from those dogs of hell. I jumped from the first floor window to get to the gym, and then I kicked the damn beast in the chest and head. Not that impressive," Wilfredo said as he restrained from over-reacting.
"Wow. Why don't I offer the privilege of going out with you? Think of it as a reward for your bravery. What do you say," Paulina offered, but Wilfredo just listened to his music and reading Saramago's novel. This annoyed Paulina...
'No one ignores me! I guess I have to be more assertive to have my way,' "Look I don't know what your deal is but...shouldn't you be falling for me right now," she asked conceitedly which prompted Wilfredo to shut his book out of frustration.
"I nearly got my ass killed in fourth period and I'm still in a state of shock! How do you think I'm feeling? Oh, and I'm NOT into you," he said with enough bite for her to shut up. She just looked at him in a state of anger, shock, and a hint of humiliation. She was about to retort a fierce storm, but was interrupted by Wilfredo's cellphone. He flipped it open and read the text his friend Zane sent...
"DUDE! GET UR ASS HERE PRONTO!
He closed his phone and put away his CD player and put away his plastic container and thermos, "Sorry Paulina, but I have more important people to see. Até logo," he got up and left for the main building.
At the other side Sam smirked at the scene and her friends's shocked looks, "Well, whoever he is...he certainly isn't an idiot," the boys looked at her, "Hey," both said in unison with Sam still smirking and continued to look at Wilfredo as he reentered the main school building.
(Upstairs, third floor)
Wilfredo walked up to the music room and noticed Zane and his friends inside whom he also befriended, Alberto Rodriguez and Gilberto Santos. Alberto's a Afro-Colombian American whose parents immigrated to the States escaping the drug war torn Medellin, Colombia. Gilberto's Filipino American whose parents immigrated to the States to give their two children opportunities. Alberto wore a white t-shirt, jeans and black sneakers while Gilberto wore a plaided shirt, black cargo pants and a pair of white Nikes.
"Well look who showed up," Alberto looked up while holding his new theorbo, "And about to shit in his pants," he continued as Wilfredo eyed the theorbo with unadulterated lust in his eyes, "And here's yours," Zane went up to Wilfredo handed him his new baroque violoncello, an instrument he longed to play.
"S-So...this is for real now," Wilfredo breathed in and out with excitement and anxiety about the reality that's to be, "Guess so, and we have practice for our insane Mr. Moradi who's responsible for this," Gilberto said as he held his new baroque violin.
"But I just started to practice on this instrument back in the first week while the seniors have for the past four years and you guys since eighth grade. And even though we play on the modern versions already for years...that's a LOT to ask from us," Wilfredo said with a hint of worry, "Well, since we started back in the last semester of eighth grade, we can pull it off. And I'm not worried about you, you're a good cellist, Moradi's a good teacher and very into this. We might as well give this a shot," Zane said as he strummed his bow over the strings of his violone, an earlier version of the double bass.
Wilfredo looked at Zane and then at Alberto and Gilberto. He knew how to play the cello, he's been playing since age 7, but now like the other three, finding themselves in a 'period performance' type thing...they're either gonna put up or shut up.
(After-school 3:27pm)
Fifth and sixth period passed relatively quickly for the students. Zane and Wilfredo went to the music room only to find a note for them and the other musicians who were already there, including Alberto and Gilberto.
Attention musicians, I have to attend a staff meeting at the minute. My deepest apologies, but we will rehearse tomorrow at the same time. Be sure to practice last week's material and get acquainted with your period instruments.
Your professor, Mohammad Moradi
"Well that sucks," Wilfredo muttered, but the classroom was unlocked and the musicians took their new instruments home to get the feel of them. Except Alberto with the theorbo (too big), but he did take home his guitar. After they put their instruments into their cases, the students left for home and went their separate ways.
While Zane and Wilfredo walked to the bus stop Wilfredo said he wanted to talk, "Before my mom gets here, what do you want to talk about," Zane asked Wilfredo who looked a bit hesitant, "Something happened to me in fourth period..."
[Meanwhile above the school]
Danny was fighting one of the ghosts he just got acquainted with recently, Skulker. Ever since the Purple Back Gorilla incident at the zoo, he's been coming at him with various types of suits until his main one was functional again. The suit he was in was similar to the one Danny first fought, but not as maneuverable.
"Whoa," Danny dodged a missile Skulker launched, "Nice try, but your aim sucks," Danny retorted with snark, "Believe me boy, this weapon I'm about to fire is going to wipe that smirk right off your face," Skulker said as he readied his laser at Danny's torso, "Bring it," Danny said as he readied himself with his hands aglow and Skulker smirking.
But suddenly, a wind from the west blew hard, causing the two ghosts to flinch. They then noticed a red aura from the bus stop, Danny focused his sight and noticed the aura surrounding Wilfredo as he said goodbye to Zane and now...looking straight at them.
(Back at the bus stop, a few moments before the wind)
"Wow...I'm surprised you made it out alive and with no bite marks," Zane said, astonished as he looked at Wilfredo's arms for any sign of trauma. Only a few scraps, but nothing too serious and he sighed in relief.
"But the thing is...when I made one of the dogs disappear with my abilities...I don't know, I feel like I have to be careful," Wilfredo said with some worry, Zane immediately got why, "Yeah...like the first time I saw how you handled your abilities at night when you were dreaming at our sleepover," Zane remembered the event, the two were in third grade and he saw how Wilfredo whimpered in his sleep and hyper-ventilating.
"Yeah..." Wilfredo said and then a strong wind from the west came. Zane's mom arrived in her Honda Accord, "Gotta go, see you tomorrow," Zane and Wilfredo bumped each other's fists, "Adeus," Wilfredo said as he watched Zane leave. He stayed at the bus stop to wait, but then the wind blew some dust in his eyes, "Oh shit!"
Wilfredo blinked his eyes, he set down his cello case and he took off his backpack and took out his water bottle. He carefully put water into his eyes. He blinked a few times to relieve the stinging sensation. When he looked up, he noticed two ghosts looking down at him. He didn't react with any expression, he just looked and then noticed his bus coming. He picked up his backpack and cello case, got on and rode off.
[In the air]
Skulker looked at the boy, 'Mmmm, that aura...nothing like the Ghost boy Danny here. This one is more...dangerous, but strangely inviting,' he eyed the boy until he got into the bus, 'I wonder if I can add him to my collection? I've heard mediums are worth a pretty penny,' Skulker thought deviously to himself. He made up his mind and swoop down to get Wilfredo.
Danny noticed and went after Skulker. He fired a shot that destroyed Skulker's lower half, "Ghost boy, I'm going to enjoy killing you," he was about to fire a shot, but Danny fired a shot straight at Skulker's suit of armor, which the tiny ghost is revealed. Danny opened his thermos, sucked up the tiny thing and watched the suit fall apart and fell to the ground.
Danny flew back to his friends down the block and transformed back to normal, "Guys, we have to watch that dude from class. He's in danger," Danny warned his friends about what to do with a dude who may or may not know about ghosts...or Danny's alter ego.
(Back on the bus)
Wilfredo sat in the bus, totally stunned and somehow...disconnected and disinterested, 'Those things weren't ghosts. At least...not the same as I experienced them. So what were they? Entities that somehow felt alive? But that's impossible! This can't happen,' he thought this as the scenery outside the window gradually changed.
The view went from suburbia to urban with more brownstone apartments and more signs of grime. Not enough to be off putting, but it reminded him of home. He noticed pigeons flying around in the air in a circular pattern and Latino kids walking with their moms. Also a homeless man with his shopping cart searching the trashcan for cans or bottles to recycle. He also noticed clouds forming in the distance, not enough for a possible storm, but it did give Wilfredo some comfort, 'At least there are still clouds...I don't like complete blue skies. It's unnerving.'
After 15 minutes, Wilfredo arrived at his brownstone apartment building. There was a sign of renovation to the apartment next to his, but the building was almost done, 'At least the noise will die down and hopefully...finally I get some sleep in the afternoon.'
He entered and got the elevator to go up to the seventh and final floor. When the door opened, he got out and went to his apartment. He noticed it was empty and found a note written by his older sister:
Took Elizabeth to the dentist. Will be back after an hour you come home. Please take out the trash. Mom said to do your homework as soon as you get home. She doesn't want to yell at your ass around midnight. Sophia.
"Great, got nearly killed and already they're on my case...best not to tell them what happened yet...maybe on Friday," he muttered, "Joder," He cursed to himself as he took off his backpack and set down his cello on the sofa. He proceeded to take care of the small chore.
After taking out the trash, he came back up to put a fresh bag in the trashcan. He then washed his hands in the bathroom and heard the phone ringing, "Hello? Ah, abuela! ¿Cómo estás?"
(Danny's house 4:05pm)
Danny, Sam, and Tucker did their homework in Danny's room while at the same time, Tucker looked up information on their classmate, "Here it is," Tucker said, prompting Sam and Danny to look over his shoulders," Wilfredo Pereira da Silva. Before attending Amity Middle School, he attended Public Middle School No. 168 in New York. He was expelled due to an alleged criminal act and was sent to juvie for six days. However, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence and witnesses testimonies did not match the police investigation," Tucker read out loud.
"So what is he, a badass? A wannabe," Danny asked, "Let's see...what's this Tucker," Sam pointed to an anonymous file next to his public performances (4) for cello. Tucker clicked on it and read. The three reports came from different sources, the Church, paranormal investigators and a random comment from a school psychologist from PS. 125:
"Our investigation has lead the Church to believe Wilfredo is possessed by ghosts. However, his family has denied this and also expressed the closure any further exorcisms at this time-2000."
"His abilities are similar to other alleged mediums we've come across in our field, but his are in a class of its own. The family has also commented that only a handful of relatives share Wilfredo's abilities. They denied us interviews and experiments with them. Our study will continue with other volunteers-2001."
"His outlook as compared to the other students is pretty morbid, but doesn't show signs of social avoidance or any of the sort. His talent on the cello seems to be a source of pride for him, as is his ability to write sentences two grades ahead of his peers. After the next four meetings, no further need for counseling-1998."
The three just stood silent for a few moments, "Okay, we can establish that this dude isn't like the rest of us at school. And his abilities are unique. What are we going to do about it," Sam said and asked, while Danny and Tucker looked just as confused about how to continue from here, "I guess...we'll have to talk to him, but no way in hell I'm going to tell him my secret right away, but probably..."
But Sam finished his thought, "Appear to him as Phantom and then over a period of weeks, we tell him," he looked at her and made his decision, "That could work, but this is going to be a slow thing huh," he asked, "Yep," Sam and Tucker replied in a monotone manner.
(Wilfredo's apartment 7:35pm)
Wilfredo was practicing on his baroque cello, he relished in the feeling and ultimately the sound. The sound was translucent and clean as compared to the modern one he usually played on. He felt like he made it to an exclusive club that Zane, Alberto, and Gilberto have been a part of since eighth grade, he had to work hard to stay with the group, but something was bugging him and interrupted his train of thought, 'Why do I even care about those ghosts or dogs? My dreams are enough to think about. I don't need the unnecessary details.'
He then went back to playing the cello, until his parents called him for dinner and he had to stop playing. Sometimes his parents complain, but knew that this was a better trade off as well as other activities he did in his spare time that didn't involve gang activity or anything of the sort.
(Later that night, early Tuesday morning 2:35am)
Wilfredo woke up from a dream he couldn't remember, but he did see the same black butterflies on his ceiling and a white one fluttering about in the room, going in and out of his room through his open window. The butterflies had a peculiar glow about them, the gibbous moon outside gave his cellos an ethereal glow, with the gloss dimly reflecting the moonlight. He then heard a noise coming from his fire escape railing. He got up, went to the window and noticed the same ghost he saw at the bus stop. He had white hair and wore a jumpsuit, but the obvious detail that stood out were the ghost's neon green eyes.
"I had a feeling you would be here," Wilfredo said tiredly, "What do you want," he asked the ghost kid, "Uh, I just flew in the area," he said and Wilfredo let out a yawn, "Whatever, goodnight...or in this case good morning," but before Wilfredo went back to bed Danny stopped him, "Wait, I'm here to tell you that you're in danger," but Wilfredo looked at him like he was crazy.
"The fuck you're talking about," he asked, "I know you're a medium," Danny said, but Wilfredo looked at him disinterested, "So? You're a ghost, I'm no more special than you are," Danny knew talking to him was going to be hard, "Look that other ghost, the one that looked robotic...he was going to attack you or possess you today. Aren't you bit worried," he asked Wilfredo.
Wilfredo thought for a moment, "...No, because I never was possessed in my life so far or been attacked by a ghost. Ghosts usually come and go whenever I see them and usually appear as ropes or pinpoints of light. Or even shadows at the corner of my eye, but with what I saw today...I don't know and frankly I don't care," Wilfredo said, walked back to his bed, and collapsed onto his bed tired and went out.
Danny looked at him and flew back to his home, 'Damn, he ain't going to be easy to talk to, let alone have him help me with what I'm doing. I just hope over time, he might reconsider.'
In Wilfredo's room as he slept, the butterflies overhead flew about, as if they were frightened by some entity or calming down from Danny's presence. Then after a few moments, they returned to sleeping on the ceiling and the railing. The white one disappeared into the darkness while the 10 black ones basked in the moonlight.
Across the street, there was someone who observed the exchange between the ghost and the medium. His stare was devoid of emotion, but had a warmth and coldness of a child who's seen so much in such a short time, "Soon...all the pieces will be present, but who or what will complete the puzzle? I don't know," he muttered and a great wind from the west blew, he stood up at the ledge of the apartment, raised out his arms and attempted to catch the wind.
Thus ends the first chapter. This one is far longer as compared to the first chapters to Titan and Ben 10. The dynamic between the OCs and Danny and his friends will range from mistrust, confusion, slight animosity, and eventually acceptance (in the long run). Wilfredo's abilities will become more prevalent in the further chapters, starting in chapter.2 and coming into full detail in the finale.
Another note: This story will have about four chapters, that is certain. Until the story's completion, read and review.