Freedom is but an illusion.
An illusion in which all is fair and all is well.
To live your life the way you wish, not the way they want you to...
Freedom is a thought, only a thought!
Right?
The blue eyed boy thought to himself, a look of desperation etched into his face. It's been like this for a few weeks, the hopelessness. He often asked himself why he even bothered fighting ghosts, anyways. No one ever thanked him, no one ever told him he did a good thing. No! They just expect him to keep fighting, to keep protecting them!
Sometimes, it feels like a cage.
The way they keep me here.
I want to be free, free from this suffering!
Dont they know that this is my life... That I want to be free?
Black hair hung over his left eye, blocking it from view. His eyes wandered about the room, searching for something to catch his attention. At last, catching a glimpse of thermos. The object of his demise, his hell. Then, his mind wandered to the place it all started- the laboratory. If only his curiosity hadn't taken over, controlling his mind into taking those steps. If only he hadn't walked into that portal, then this wouldn't have happened. He would never have been trapped. But no, he just had to do it.
The halfa picked up the thermos, studying it with a steady eye. Then, a hand gently grazing the lid. A thought, if he opened the thermod. If he opened it to let the ghosts out... Maybe he'd feel better. Because after all, the ghosts probably felt the same way as him. Trapped, caged away. So maybe if he freed them, that'd make up for something?
That can't be the way, right? Freeing all of those ghosts, letting them terrorize the village? They deserve it. Letting them hurt countless people, possibly killing them. Toying with everyone, taking everyone's freedom! This is nothing more than what they had coming. This is what they get for trapping us. Who's there?
Danny looked around, startled. A voice seemed to have come from nowhere, but who's voice? The halfa felt a deep feeling of paranoia wash over him, taking over his mind. He must be shizofrenic, hearing voices in his head!
"They took your freedom Danny, let's take theirs. After all, they had it coming for them." a perfect mirror reflection of himself stepped out. "Why not make them pay, Danny?" only, he looked like his ghost half. "They deserve it, Danny. All you need to do is open the portal and the thermos, Damny." the replica continues. "They had it all coming, do it." Danny nods, slowly opening the lid.
A few agonizingly slow seconds, the first ghosts escaped. Next, he makes his way to the laboratory, the place if his pain. A hand hovers over the button, before slamming down. Before he knew it, thousands and thousands of ghosts started to pour out. Like smoke, they spread out across the sky. Most of them, giving Dsnny a look that asked why, when it was painfully obvious. He wanted to be free.
Not too much later, the blue eye boy walks outside. A look of pure horror crossed his face at the sight! A bath of blood flooded the streets, mixed with crashed cars, broken windows, and random objects. He knew this was all his doing, he knew. But Danny couldn't make himself care... Could he? A hand placed itself on his shoulder, then tightened.
"You did well, Danny." the blue eyed boy turns around, seeing an unfamiliar looking ghost. "They earned every tear they cried." a deep pang of guilt ran through Danny. Then... A single tear, then a few, then he started crying. "They got what theyhad coming, Danny. It's... Beautiful." the tears kept coming, without stopping. "They had it coming..." but strangely, he wasn't crying for them. It was because he... Finally free...