Hello! Third part of a trilogy! If you haven't read The Phantom's Keeper or The Keeper's Phantom, I highly suggest reading those parts first before delving into the final part of the trilogy. A reminder that this is an AU story, meaning that the characters might be OOC at times, but it's an author's universe. I'm not perfect, and I make mistakes. But I truly hope you guys enjoy this story. I don't own DP.
I don't need Clockwork's help.
I don't need Ryan's help.
I don't need anyone's help.
Sam kept repeating those words inside her head as she trudged through the now pouring rain. She would find her ghost essence, whatever that was, by herself. With Danny's help. She began to breathe heavily, and she looked at the cocoon she was holding. It was now glowing a vibrant green, just like his eyes. Sam sighed and tried shaking some excess water out of her hair. It wasn't quite working.
"Isn't there any dang shelter around here?!" she growled to no one in particular. The sky cracked and thundered, and Sam was getting very, very agitated. She kicked at a rock, and nearly stumbled on it at the same moment. She bit her lip and refrained from swearing. Dark clouds began to swarm above her head, and the sky became very, very dark. From the shadows shone a very bright light. It pierced through the darkness, and it almost seemed like there was hope. Sam took this opportunity. She ran towards the light.
The light led to a small cave. Sam smiled in tired relief and immediately set Danny down. He was pretty heavy. The rain poured outside, and Sam was so thankful she was finally dry. Her clothes, however, were completely soaked. She shivered and wish she had some dry clothes. Her violet eyes trailed over to Danny. She wondered...
Could he still... Hear her? Telepathically? Clockwork- she cringed at his name- Clockwork said that Danny was apparently going insane in the cocoon. But she could still try.
Danny?
Darkness. Darkness beating faster and faster, pulsing through his soul and piercing his every thought. It hurt. It hurt so badly. The pain felt like it was consuming him, inside and out. But a little voice in the back of his head said it was for a purpose, to make him pure. That word. Pure. It gave him something to cling onto into the darkness.
Danny?
That voice... It was like a soothing melody. He couldn't tell if it was a memory or a hallucination.
But it gave him hope, and he wanted to try to speak to it. He tried to remember how to speak... How to communicate. His forming lips attempted to create vowels, words, but nothing came out. He screamed in frustration, and he shook violently as he remained in a fetal position.
Pure.
Pure.
I will be pure.
Was that... His voice? Speaking to this heavenly hallucination inside his mind? He didn't know. His thoughts continued to drift through an endless sea of darkness...
He wanted to escape the darkness.
A voice said he would escape. Someway. Somehow.
He was content with that answer, and he fell into a troubling sleep.
Next update will be tomorrow. :) Leave a kind review please!