Ch 1: Loss
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The ultimate evil was finally contained in the thermos. Danny looked and saw that his loved ones were still clung to the Nasty Burger in ecto-restraints. He quickly stood up and ran to them trying to change into his ghostly ego.
"I can't go ghost," he said with worry.
In one last "no," coming from his mouth, Danny threw himself on the ground only to watch his family, friends, and teacher go up in smoke. The blast threw him about ten feet. He landed on the concrete with a loud crack against his ribs. When he slowly tried to stand up, he was sure they were broken. After the smoke cleared, nothing was left standing. Not even the bodies of his loved ones. Danny woke up with a start. The moments of yesterday haunted his memory.
He looked around the hospital room unaware of who brought him here, until Vlad showed up at the door. Danny would have been angry with him if not for his physical and psychological bruises. The sound of his father's babbling on about ghosts, his mother's scent, and his sister's nagging but incredible ideas rang out through his mind. He didn't know who to live without them, perhaps being dead would ease his pain. However, what's the point when your half ghost. He then thought what if he was all ghost. What if he left his human half of emotions and pain behind? Would he be free? But then again that horrible future was still there buried in his mind. What was he to do? No friends, no family, no love.
Countless days passed. School was different. Not even Paulina fazed him, and Dash's taunting never got to him. Alas, the "witty banter" was gone. It suddenly wasn't funny anymore. Wasn't worth it. But what was?