The green lightning bolts are a faded memory now, but what happened next isn't.

Time stopped, and so did the pain. A figure- a man- was dressed in a long, black hooded clock, and carried a scythe. He said, in a dark, brooding voice

"Your time is up, Daniel." His voice was without sympathy- without emotion. He grabbed my wrists, and I felt his claw-like nails piece my skin beneath the white HAZMAT suit. But now it's not white- it's black! The rings I'm now familiar with were changing me- killing me! I couldn't let myself go without a fight, and I attempted to kick him, and failed badly, not even skimming his leg. Than... something happened... my arm was already dead, with ectoplasm replacing my dark red blood, meaning I had ghost powers. I felt the rings going near my head, turning the tips of my hair a brilliant white, and then my arm went intangible, letting me free of deaths icy grip. This also caused his hood to collapse, revealing a mop of red hairs, and black eyes. He stared into my eyes that unknown to me at the time, were different colours- one an icy blue, the other an acid green and . I stared into that black obise as he pulled up his hood and faded away. The inky black of his eyes was replaced with the darkness of my mind, when I felt a shaking on my arm.

"Danny," shouted the voices, frantically, and light penetrated the darkness, as I was forcibly awoken.


You know the rest... I was a half ghost, a hero but there's one thing I'll never be able to forget:

I Stared Death in the Face, and broke even.