Death Stalks Danny Phantom
The skies opened up above him. The rain was coming down thick and heavy, masking the charred holes that surrounded him and putting out the ecto-tinged flames. A darkness that had less to do with the time of day and the heavy clouds, and more to do with his wounded state crept in. The effort to remain in his ghost form proved too much and white rings passed over Phantom, revealing a blood soaked Danny Fenton. He groaned, reaching a hand up to hold his stomach inside the torn recesses of his body. He grit his teeth as his vision flickered. He would've liked to sleep, to cry, but the ghost was still coming.
It had come out of nowhere. One moment, he had been sitting in Nasty Burger, enjoying fatty goodness of a Nasty Burger, the next a giant green entity was destroying the building.
He had led it away from his friends, and from other people, settling down to battle in the deserted back streets.
That had been over an hour ago. Since then, Danny had definitely been losing. He'd taken hit after hit, getting in very few of his own. It wasn't long till he barely had the energy to stand, let alone fight.
And now, he was on his knees, helpless before this unknown adversary, awaiting his death.
He thought of his parents, kind and loving, how he should have told them his secret. They would have accepted him, he knew.
He thought of Jazz, his overprotective sister. He hoped her analytical and psychological mind would help her get over his death.
He thought of Tucker, his techno-geek of a best friend. No more good times to share together.
He thought of Sam, Oh God, Sam and his sorrow over never telling her he loved her.
His thoughts became a confused jumble as the ground rushed up to meet his face. He rolled over, wincing as the broken tarmac dug into his gaping wounds. He stared blearily up at his death, eyes glazing over as the mighty ghost loomed over him.
This is it.
Rain plastered his hair down onto his face.
There was a flash of bright light. Goodbye world.
Jazz fishtailed her car as the giant ghost came into view. Sam didn't wait for the car to stop before leaping out, Danny's forgotten thermos clutched in hand.
Sam raced forward, legs pumping as she took in the carnage the two fighting ghosts had made.
Then she saw him. The two rings passed over his body as his reverted back into his human form. Then he collapsed to the ground, red blood running bright, mixing in the torrential rain.
"Danny!" She cried, stumbling on the raw edges of what had not long ago been a lamp post. She ignored the blood running down her leg.
She had to make it.
The ghost was inches from Danny, its great fist wreathed in red energy as Sam cleared the last barrier between her and them.
Uncapping the thermos, she directed its bright beam at the ghost. Please let this work.
To her utter relief, it did, and the ghost was pulled into the tiny confines of the Fenton Thermos.
Sam kept running, reaching Danny's side half a second later. Her eyes bulged as she took in the multitude of mortal wounds that created red rivers through the flooded street.
She pressed a hand over his heart. It was still.
She listened for his breathing. There was none.
She was still frantically giving him CPR when Jazz and Tucker caught up with her.
"Sam. He's gone." Said Tucker, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"No!" She cried, grasping Danny's ice cold hand. "Danny don't you dare leave me! I LOVE YOU!"
His hand squeezed hers.
Weird one-shot I randomly felt like doing. Tell me what you think.
Blondine