OK, I know Teen Spirit is sung by a guy, but I'm a rule breaker. :D So enjoy my first fanfic, that I've posted. Don't flame please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Teen Spirit by Nirvana!
Wispy stands of mist started to cover the graying asphalt, so pristine as if it were only driven on yesterday, though many knew that was far from the truth. The town had been abandoned 50 years prior to this day, for reasons still unknown. The town known as Acme, the ghost town, still looked as if the people had only just walked on the aging but perfect sidewalks and bought things from the stores that lined the streets. You could almost hear their whispering as the mist congregated in the streets and music crackled to life through the speakers in all the stores. Then female voice maniacally cackled over the speakers and through the mist, and the nightly excursion begun,
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overboard and self-assured
Oh, no, I know a dirty word
The mist in the street swirled and a glow could be seen from within.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello
Piercing, acid green eyes could now be seen through the dissipating mist, and the ghost known as Evanescence cackled menacingly.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
The mist spread and Evanescence dropped to he feet, her gray converse making soft slap sounds, her shoulder length, silvery hair waved in a breeze felt only by the ghost. Her blue gray jeans frayed at the edges, showing they're wear prior to the ghost's death, her gray-black turtle neck tank also frayed; she shoved her gloved hands into her pockets. The ghost's blue ashen complexion light up with a crazy smirk, showing pearly, pointed teeth.
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah
Hey... Yay
She launched herself a few feet into the air, hanging there, she closed her eyes, continuing the singing one could classify as crazed, the mist followed her; hungry like a pack of hyenas. She took a breath and the music seems to calm with her.
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Evanescence floated down the street of the ghost town letting the mist condensate on the glass, letting the weaker ghosts write messages in it.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello
She floated up a bit, smirking as the mist followed. She could feel it's presence, it was like a lost puppy to her, needy and wanting.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, and another crazed look. Her legs subconsciously drew up behind her and her hands came out of the baggy jean pockets, pointing outwards directing the mist to swirl and dance.
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah
Hey... Yay
Evanescence started to twirl and smirk as if she were dancing with another, if one looked close enough you could make out a humanoid figure in the mist, twirling and dancing with the young girl.
And I forget just why I taste
Oh, yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
She continued to sing, the misty figure dissipating.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low
Hello, Hello, Hello
Evane continued, her crazed smirk disappearing, replaced with a soft frown, slowly changing to a scowl. The mist rose and circled her, as if trying to calm her.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
Her hands shook at her sides, as her anger increased. Her voice climbed louder and the music along with it, making the glass reverberate with the sound waves.
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Tears of anguish leaked out from under her lids, they glowed softly as the plummeted to the ground, showing how much emotion was put into the singing. Evane took a deep breath and punched the last words, hands still shaking.
A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial
With the finishing words the mist surrounded Evanescence again swirling and muting the last words,
A denial.
And she was gone, until the next night.
Any constructive criticism? Over and out! Echo.