Hey!
I know, I know. I have other stories that I need to attend to, but I decided that I, along with other Phans, that I will do Phanniemay! Even though I may not finish this in May, thanks to my other stories, I will finish this, of that you can be assured of.
Okay, you guys all know that I will never, ever own Danny Phantom, that show will always belong to Butch Hartman. I only own this story.
Please read and review!
GhostWriterGirl out!
Day 1: Electricity
Most people have asked Danny how it felt, when he first received his powers. They also asked Sam and Tucker the same question as well. They all believed that it had been a simple, painless process, that after Danny had accidentally pressed the On button, it had happened in one huge flash and Bam! He was now half-ghost.
That was what they thought they knew.
What they didn't know, however, was the absolute pain Danny felt. Of his molecules screaming in agony as millions of electric currents needled their way into his skin, into his nervous system, into his very DNA. Of how his blood turned to a white-hot river of pain, how his nerves sizzled and died from the electricity coursing through his veins. Of how it ripped apart the structure of his DNA and mashed it back together in wrong sequences. How he wished that he was numb to the pain, that the electricity would kill off all of the nerves in his body already and relieve him of the agonising pain. But it wouldn't. He watched as the green and white bolts of electricity leapt over his body, arcing over him, desperate to turn him into a blackened, withered husk of himself. And during that moment, he wished that it would, only to be free of the electricity-inducing pain ripping him apart cell by cell, nerve by nerve, one DNA strand at a time.
And the worst part?
Sam and Tucker had to watch, watch as their best friend was electrocuted, screaming in torturous pain and unable to do anything lest they got into the same boat as Danny. How they felt so helpless, at seeing Danny being subjected to the ruthlessness of the electricity, unable to beg for the pain to stop, his vocal chords locked in a single, spine-chilling, pain-filled, agonising scream.
When the pain had stopped, Danny was thankful, that the electricity had shown him mercy from the excruciating pain. He had stumbled out, and had collapsed to the floor of the lab, going into unconsciousness, having no idea that when he woke up that he would find a ghostly version of himself, that the electricity had partly killed, and that every time he was electrocuted brought back memories of the pain, of how he sometimes woke up screaming and sweating at night from a too-vivid dream of the accident, of the electricity, of the pain of half-dying.
So no, it wasn't painless; it wasn't simple. But Danny, Sam and Tucker didn't tell them the full story. They didn't say anything. They were silent, the look in their eyes conveying the message that they chose not to voice:
We were just lucky that Danny didn't die all the way.
I know, I know, it's angsty. And short. But, I think it's good.
Next one will come out soon!
Please read and review!
GhostWriterGirl out!