Hey everyone. Yes I know its short, and i know that was going to be your first reaction. It's short because its a preview. It shouldn't be long. I had a flash of inspiration and thought up this story and i think its a great idea and the story ideas should flow pretty well. Just tell me what you think of the preview, and the more reviews i get, the faster i'll write the first chapter. Deal? Deal.
Darkness. Surrounding him. He didn't know how he got to this mysterious place, all he remembered was Lancer's classroom and a flash of thunder, his ghost sense going off, and then darkness.
The darkness was infinite. Unbearable and cold. He strained his eyes in the unbearable blackness. Surely he could see something if he tried hard enough. His neon green eyes glowed even more and his ghostly aura thrived, trying to repel the inky blackness that tried to suck him up.
He could see the walls now. Black, just like the floors and the ceiling. He dragged his body off of the ground that was sucking the warmth out of his body, and looked around, lighting an ecto-ball to illuminate the unforgiving passageways.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" a forbidding voice called, the host unknown, and the sound reverberating off the walls.
"N-o," he called, stuttering as his shivered, wrapping his arms around him. This was the first time in three years he ever felt truly cold, like he had laid in a snow bank for a month.
"You spited me, boy. Nocturne, the ghost of dreams. This doesn't happen often, and the people who do get severely punished." Nocturne laughed, a cold and cruel sound, reverberating off the walls and penetrating his ears, making him cry out in discomfort.
"Wha-?" he called to the now-identified voice.
"The rules, young Phantom. You have 48 hours to navigate your way through the mind labyrinth. You don't get out, you die. You have to fight your fears. You die in a fear, you get sent back to the beginning. You hit a dead end, you get sent back to the beginning. You have to get to the middle. It is impossible, and no one has done so yet. I wish you luck."
The voice cut off suddenly, leaving the boy alone. He coughed, a rasping sound. He only had 48 hours, and he had to get out of this maze, with a cold. Just his luck. The boy shivered and stepped forward into the maze. The door to the waiting room slammed shut behind him. There was no turning back.
Also, anyone have any ideas about what Danny's fears should be? I know losing Sam, losing his family. But other, less strong ones? Menial ones? Just think and send along a review. Thanks!