Summery: Just a really angsty oneshot from 5 different POVs.
Black Sheep
By LoneWolfPrincessAmaya
Little lamb, little lamb I want you to grow black wool.
Yes sir, Yes sir, I will grow black wool.
Who of you will stand up for the black sheep?
Who of you will risk everything for the outcast?
Who of you will fight to save the disgrace?
What do you mean 'not your son'?
How can you not see that is your boy?
He's your son! You used to comfort him when he cried! What kind of parents are you?He risked everything to save us, and this is how you repay him?
NO, you WILL NOT TAKE HIM!
He is not some lab rat and you can't do that to him!
He deserves better than this!
Why…? Why…? HOW DARE YOU ASK ME WHY I PROTECT HIM!
How…how could you say he's no son of yours, and only because he's part ghost?
You will not send him to a lab to die! Don't tell me this isn't my choice! HE IS MY BROTHER!
You will not treat him like this because he's who he is!
Why would you give him to his enemies just because you think he's evil when he's not?
NO! COME BACK! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MY BROTHER! I WON'T LET YOU!
…no…he can't be…gone…I LOVE HIM, YOU BASTARDS! I FUCKING LOVE HIM!
Stop them! You've got to stop them!
Baa, baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the sister
One for the friends One for the little boy who cries to himself10 years have passed since that horrible day…I haven't laughed since.
I slit my wrists and fall to the ground, drowning in my blood. I'm not perfect. I wish for death, and it comes. The world fades to black.
She committed suicide. In her note she said she wished to die rather then live in this hellish void. She got her wish.
Baa, baa black sheep have you any wool?
No sir, no sir, not a single bag full
He passed on. His death was painless, unlike hers. An overdose on prescription pills. Smart. I ran to Vlad and he took me in. Together, we saved my brother.
When Daniel asked about Samantha and Tucker, I nearly cried when Jasmine told him of his friends' deaths. Poor Daniel…I mean…Danny.
Sam and Tuck died. Vlad's started to call me Danny. I'm just getting better. I'm 25, now. I spent 10 years as a lab rat. Jazz is 28 and a pretty damn good physiatrist, too. The lab weakened me severely. I highly doubt I'll live much longer. I wonder if Sam and Tuck moved on or became ghosts.
None for the sister
Who holds her brother tight.
None for the friends
Who are remembered on star-lit nights.
None for the little boy who stopped crying
But not on his own.
Daniel James Fenton
Born December 12, 1992
Died August 31, 2016
Baa, baa black sheep how did you grow black wool? Well sir, well sir, I don't really know