Wispers Of The Long Forgotten
(Fenton Residence/7pm)
´´Mum, Dad, I`m going for a walk´´ called Danny down the stairs to the basement, where his parents are currently working on a new weapon that they`re with considerable certainty going to test on his alter ego tomorrow. He still had that burnmark from the last one on his back.´´Ok sweety, just be careful and call if there is a ghost around´´came the reply from his mum, followed by a ´´Ghost´´ from his father.
( A few minutes later in the dark town )
Danny flew through the streets of Amity Park for his routine patrol, well at least after three years of ghost hunting it became a routine. ´´That`s really strange, normally there are at least six ghost attacks a day and that only because I don`t count Boxy anymore. But I haven`t seen even one of them, not even Boxy and that can be taken as a sign that something isn`t right´´ He mumbled under his breath. Then he spotted someone or something black that`s rounding a dark corner. He new he should just fly away, fly away and forget everything that he just saw, but his curiosity won and he gave in. He flew down to the ground and peeked around the corner. What he saw made his eyes go wide, there were at least ten of the black beings and all were standing around a tall man with black-green streaked hair and a black robe. ´´Are you shure the gate is in this town?´´ he asked with a voice that would make fingernails on a chalkboard jealous. What followed after, he didn`t understand it was like the wispered shreek of a tortured animal. The man looked up and focused his compleatly black eyes on the now panicing form of Danny while saying ´´Get him!´´in a calm voice that send shivers down his spine. His eyes whidened when he registered that he was spotted and turned to fly away, only to be yanked down by the creatures who were holding him at neck and arms with cold, strong hands. The long talon like fingernails digging into his pale flesh. He desperatly tried to turn intangible, but it didn`t work and he wasn`t nearly strong enough to free himself from them. The man came over to them, a smile playing on his lips. ´´So you were the one eavesdropping on us´´ he said while holding up Dannys chin with his left hand. What the man said next shocked Danny to the mark of his bones. ´´Don`t take this personal, but after what you just heard I can`t just simply let you walk away, so please be a good little ghost-boy and die´´ he said, the smile never leaving his lips. He lunged out with his right hand and rammed it into Dannys chest. Dannys eyes whidened as far as human and ghostly possible as he looked into the black depths of the others. He said ´´Goodbye little hero´´ before he crushed Dannys heart with his cold hand. From the deep gash in Dannys torso appeared glowing white tears, that encased his whole body and when they shattered, they only left a black-haired boy behind in whose eyes you could see every pice of life draining from him. Dannys body slipped from the cold hand of the deadly pale man, to the, with his own green and red blood stained, floor and let the last bit of life, that he desperately clawed to, out with one last breath. His last thought was ´Curiousity killed the cat they say, I guess they were right` before everything went black and the pain turned into a gentle cold as death now finally took the last half of his life … or so he thought at least.
(Authors Note:´´Please don`t kill me.´´ begs while running for life)