Real quick. Yes danny has ghost powers. Scratch what I said last chapter. I found out how to make it a prologue instead of prologue/chapter1. by the way thank you:

GirlOfLegend. You were my first fan, follower, and reviewer. For that I am giving you an imaginary gold star. And a pat on the back, imaginarily of course. *waves hands in air* "imagination" please tell me if you got that. if u didn't I will tell you next chapter. now its time for me to stop babbling.

A Mistake

I immediately go into action. Flying upwards I shoot an ecto-blast at red eye. He screams, so he has to be at least dead for it to affect him.

" Why don't you get a tan red eye?" I taunt as I put up a shield as he lunges at me. He recoils as I shoot yet another ecto-blast from my hand.

He screams in rage and pounces on me with amazing speed. In a flash he's in my face, if it was even possible his eyes tuned even more of a blood red. As I look closer I see fangs sticking out of his mouth as he growls at me. I hurry and put my shield up, but its to late. I fall to the concrete with pale face on top of me. He opens his mouth and lunges for my throat. That's when I pass out.

You know how in movies someone passed out can here people talking? Turns out that's true. Red eye kept mumbling stuff. After seconds of excruciating pain he quickly pulls away from me gasping. If I could talk or say a noise I would at least mumble "thank you". But then again under the circumstances I wouldn't cause he did just try to, uhh, suck my blood? What is he? A frikin vampire. Anyway back to the talking thing. He kept mumbling and mumbling and mumbling. I only caught a few things though.

"Martha's going to kill me."

"She still hasn't got over Benito..."

"She has to forgive me right? Wrong Wenson, she won't even kiss you for a decade, again."

Wow. Wenson. What a lovely name, note the sarcasm dipping through my thoughts. I think I'd rather call him pale face or red eye. Or no that I know him a little better, 'scared of your own girlfriend'.

Then I felt being picked up and went airborne. I mean literally, It felt like I was flying. Though I did fell pale face's arms under neath me.

Every so often he would maneuver his hands through my hair whispering things like, "you'll be fine." Be fine for what.

But then after pondering after it for a while I nearly screamed when I felt something in my heart. It felt like someone stabbed a knife through it and twisted it into it further. It got so bad I couldn't help it. " Ahhhhhh!"

I couldn't help it. But instead of it dulling like a heart burn does, it got worse. I kept screaming, horrible blood curdling screams into the air. As Wenson held onto me we flew through the night with an occasional ear-rattling scream coming from yours truly.

After hours of being in red eyes arms, I finally had the strength to open my eyes. But soon closed them due to the splinters and needles going through my body.

You see, it finally stopped getting worse, but it still felt like a burning fire from done under was raging though my bloodstream. Like the devil himself was injecting fire into my system, like a volcano was erupting inside me, even a thousand suns crisping my insides. You thin that's bad right? Well to make matters worse it was all those things times by infinity. Again I try to open my eyes but to no avail. Again, this time success. I look around quickly, knowing that if I waste any time there was a possibility that they would close any minute.

Looking down I see that I changed back to my human form, dirt covering my clothes. Looking up I see that my raven-black hair is covered in dry blood, but beyond that I saw Wenson. If you got past the red eyes and blood stained lips, he had PERFECT features.

There wasn't a zit or mole anywhere. his skin was smooth. probably a ghost thing. A blood sucking stalkerish ghost. As if knowing my gaze upon him, he looks down at me and gives me a reassuring smile. I need to get out of his arms. Going Ghost. I think since I obviously can't move my lips I should think it. I look down.

I grunt and heave, finally a spark starts at my midsection. Just as I think I'm free, it backfires and the park dies out. I look back up and pale face swiftly removes a hand out from under me and sways his index finger into a 'no' motion. I humph, but I already used to much energy. The raging fire hurts even worse as I fight to keep my eyes open. I give up, the fire becoming to much, and go back to unconsciousness.

Hours, minutes, seconds. I don't know. I gasp, the pain waking me up from my mind. Of course it still hurt being passed out, but I couldn't feel the urge to fight it. Which of course was a good thing, as it makes it hurt worse. But the pain was far worse. It seemed to increase every so often. My eyes shot open. A scream started in my throat, but I fought. I mean I tried.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I looked up at red eye. He winced. The he looked ahead and a small smile was brought to his face. I looked ahead to, but saw nothing. He saw me looking and reassured me, " Only my eyes can see it at the moment." he says.

I need to know how long it's been. I try to form the words in my mouth. But each time a pain filled agony filled through me. Finally I get a few words out, " How long been by." I pant through each word.

I look up at him and see he understands. " Its been two hours, five more minutes intill we get to my place." He reply's.

I close my eyes. Only two frikin hours?! It felt like days. He speaks again. " Don't worry, this pain will only last up to 3 to 4 days." I snort slash gasp. Like that's supposed to make it better. I was about to try to ask why there was pain but then the burning increased yet again. I screamed louder than before.

I kept panting, but as doing so I hear a door open and close. I look forward. We were inside a house. Wenson stopped running. I started getting sick, but I didn't care I had bigger fish to fry. He spoke so fast to a woman, I guess she's Martha, I couldn't make out what was being said. Martha had red eyes pale skin and perfect features also.

She ran upstairs with us following close behind. Swiftly Red Eye sat me down on a bed. I curled up. I let out another scream. My always been arched back straightened under me. Then it felt as if my bones grew that way. I tried bending it back to its original shape, but it felt uncomfortable. Excuse me? Its always been relaxing to slouch.

Then my knees and elbows did the same thing. A scream. My cheek bone broadened. another scream. I looked up, my hair, normally dried out (who had time o wash their hair when they were fighting ghosts?) started straitening and became a righter more defined black.

My skin stretched, my mouth started filling with an acid that under normal circumstances would have burned a hole through my throat. My eyes felt like they were sinking in. Yet another scream.

My nose cracked as my nose straitened, which Dash broke by punching. Hence another scream. Then, my gums ached, something sharp came out. I reach my hand up to my mouth, I prick my finger. Yet another scream, from being terrified and pain. Finally the pain got so bad I passed out again.

In my unconscious mind the pain still raged on. It kept getting worse, but I still layed passed out. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake up. Days, that's what it felt like.

But in my mind, I knew it had probably only been a day or two tops. Then, the fire and lava and burning ( h. e. double hockey sticks) inside me got worse. My heart pounded a hundred miles an hour.

After two or three minutes it stop all together. The pain, stopped. The fire, long gone. The misery, it all stopped together. My heart stopped beating, no pulse could be felt on my neck. I was dead, I knew it.

Finally, I opened my eyes

I know this is pathetic, also considering this is short, it took me two hours o write this thing. but in y defense I have A.D.D. It means I will be writing then all of a sudden for no reason think or start talking about puppies. On the bright side, I don't have writers block. Never have, hopefully never will. So that means if I don't update inn a while I have no excuse. Anyway. I hate for people I know to know I still like Danny Phantom at 14. So my mom, and friends don't know about this. So if you know who I am, don't tell me or I will be to embarrassed to write my passion. Ok im babbling again. Stupid A.D.D. *whacks head*.

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