I wrote this a long time ago and found it while trying to find my English essay. Didn't find the essay… but I think this is better than it. Ha.
Disclaimer- DP owned by Butch Hartmann… not me. Yup. Plot's mine though.
Happy reading!
"Danny! NO!" screamed Sam, horrified, as the bullet wound its way through the alleys, straight toward Danny.
"It's a marked bullet! They always find their mark!" Tucker screamed. It was obviously from Vlad, whose human form was stripped of him just recently. He was 100% ghost, all because of a certain halfa.
Danny struggled to get up after several blows to the head. He could not change to his ghost self. Thinking instinctively, Tucker jumped in front of the bullet.
"NO!" Sam shouted. Right before her eyes, she witnessed the bullet shooting straight through Tucker's glasses and into his head. The 15 year old boy slunk to the ground, unable to even groan. After mere seconds, he was dead.
Danny stared in shock at his now dead best friend; his best friend for ten years. After the first tear slipped down his cheek, they did not stop. He fell to his knees, face in his hands. Sam ran to Tucker's body.
"Oh my God… Tucker!" she sobbed, barely coherent. She cradled his head, the tears unable to stop. She gasped for breath and shuddered, but even more tears came.
Sam and Danny embraced, weeping for their lost friend. What did they do to deserve this? No, what did Tucker do to deserve this? They sat by their best friend in silent vigil, not wanting to leave; not caring about or noticing the buckets of rain that had started to fall around them. He was dead. He was dead and gone.
ONE YEAR LATER
Danny shoved his way through the hallway, keeping his head down. He pulled the hood from his black hoodie from his head and shook the rain from the rest of him. Rain made him depressed. It was rain that reminded Danny of… him.
He wove his way through several of his fellow pupils. They laughed and talked as if nothing bad happened in this world. People die. People hate. Most people are oblivious that it happens to everyone, even the most innocent. This world was so ignorant. Those laughing teenagers have probably never lost their best friend all because of them. Danny never let himself forget about that. If he hadn't stripped Vlad of his human half, he, Vlad, would never have pulled that trigger. Tucker would be alive. Danny used that fact to punish himself whenever he did something wrong. Whenever he was feeling down on himself, which was becoming more and more often, he reminded himself of this repeatedly.
It was me… it's my fault… he's dead because of me… if I wasn't alive, he would be… he is now dead because of… me…
He reached his locker, flipped through the combination and exchanged his backpack for his first period binder. He passed more people. No one gave him a second glance. When he started wearing more black clothing, people gradually stopped paying attention to him. Danny who? Oh yeah, that gloomy junior.
Why not be gloomy? His whole life was full to the brim of gloom. Ever since Tucker passed, Danny didn't live a single day without thinking of him. More and more ghosts haunted Amity Park, but Danny didn't care. Ghosts weren't important to him anymore. He hadn't been Danny Phantom since that day. What's the point? He never saw a point. Just live life. Live now. Live, while others don't.
"Hey Danny, wait!" said a feminine voice from behind him. He quickened his pace. He knew the voice. Sam Manson. He had been in love with her, once upon a time. He didn't need friends or girlfriends anymore.
He wondered why Sam was talking to him. They had broken up shortly after Tucker's death, over a year ago. They hadn't talked since.
"Hey, Danny. You okay?" she asked when she caught up with him. She was always a bit more athletic than most girls her age.
Danny glared at her, and pulled his hood over his head again. "No," he answered simply.
"It's not your fault."
This Danny laughed at. He hadn't laughed in over a year, but this laugh was cold and mirthless. He shook his head.
"I don't think you get it, Sam. It was me. I made Vlad all-ghost. He wanted to kill me. That's why he marked that bullet."
"Tucker saved your life, Danny!" said Sam. She hated seeing him this depressed. She knew he was convinced it was his entire fault.
"I think he made it a hell of a lot worse," Danny mumbled. He shoved his way past Sam and rushed to his period one English class. Sam stopped walking and gazed at this depressed teenager she used to be in love with. She sighed. How could she save him?
"Mr. Fenton, did you hear me?" demanded Mr. Youere, the eleventh grade English teacher.
"Huh?" Danny mumbled.
"I said take off the hood."
"Why?"
He looked outraged that Danny would even think to ask such a question.
"Because I am the teacher and I demand that you take it off!"
Danny was ready to throw a comment at the middle-aged Asian, but learned more than twice over that his actions usually resulted in some sort of consequence.
"Yes, master," he mumbled, violently pulling down his hood.
"What was that, Fenton?" Mr. Youere asked sternly, leaning down so Danny could get a full view of his face.
"I said YES, MASTER!" he shouted. He tipped his desk over and ran out the room. He knew he was going to be in major trouble, so he continued running until he was out on the street. He decided to do something he hadn't done in over a year. While running, he changed into his alter-ego, Danny Phantom, and flew away into the trees. He perched on the highest sturdiest branch he could find. Then, in the silence of the forest, he sobbed. Gasping and trembling, he wept for his lost friend.
But he was being watched. Before he knew what was happening, he was shaken out of the tree. After a hard fall of about thirty feet, Danny groaned in agony. Two polished shoes stepped hard on Danny's hands. He looked up at the owner.
"Miss me, Daniel?"
The suspense! Sorry it's kinda short…Ch2 coming hopefully soon… I'll see how people like it.
~Dasi