Death's touch

I do not own Danny Phantom

I wrote this fic so long ago I decided it needed some freshening up, especially in the *grammar* department.

Meeting the DarknessThis was new. He'd fallen asleep in class before but fainting that was a had started with this ache behind his eyes that spread through to his forehead and made his ears ring. It wasn't like a headache he had ever had before but that wasn't the most important thing on his mind at the time.

He leaned over his desk hands pressed tightly against his scull in hopes of drowning out the horrible feeling that still felt like it was spreading. It got to the point where his own pulse was throbbing through his head like a gong. He felt sick to his stomach and could barely hear Lancher talk over the sound of his own heartbeat.

He could feel Sam her hand touch his arm and something that was probably her voice asking if everything was alright. But it was to much, the horrible feeling ran through him to the point where he thought he was going to throw up.

And there it was, this strange... lightness overcame him. And everything went black.

He woke up moments later and found himself on the floor surrounded by a crowd of people. The throbbing in his head had gone down enough that he could make out several voices. Sam was shouting something, what exactly he wasn't sure. He tried sitting up and hissed as his vision went in and out of focus. Mister Lancer had almost gone as pale as Sam tried to make herself look everyday and it was not a pretty sight. Suddenly Sam sat in front of him pressing her hand to his forehead and holding his hand. He swallowed down the nausea as he tried to concentrate on what she was saying.

"Are you alright Danny? How are you feeling? Can you stand, can you even hear me?"

He wanted to smile, how was he supposed to answer all of those? "I-I'm okay... just a bit of a headache." Lancer turned around and went to rummage through his desk drawers. "Danny... you fainted, that's not just a headache." Sam stated in her berating tone of voice. But before he got the chance to comment Lancer pushed her aside and held out two white tablets and a glass of water. "Here take these while I go call your parents." Danny his eyes widened. "No!" Lancer looked at him. "Mister Fenton, you just fainted." Ugh again with that tone, he was worse than Sam was.

"It's fine." He said before throwing back the medicine and taking a big gulp of water. And only after he had swallowed did he consider asking Lancer exactly what it had been he had given him. But by then it didn't really matter anymore

"I'll go home on my own. It's not to far." The group stepped back as he pulled himself to his feet, feeling Sam and Tucker supporting him as he did. His head felt like it was filled with liquid but at least the pain had gone down a lot by now. "Do you need us to come with you?" Sam asked after he righted himself. Danny gave her one of his trademark smiles as he tried not to listen to Dash snickering in the back. "I'll be fine Sam."

He was regretting that now.

It had been alright when he stepped outside but after walking for a while his head had started throbbing again, the warm summer sun not helping at all. And then, like icing on the shitcake that was his day his breath shone blue. "Oh shit."With the way he was feeling right now he wouldn't even be able to take the boxghost.

He searched the skies when he saw it, off in the distance, a cloaked figure floated through the air. It wasn't a ghost he had seen before. It didn't seem to be doing anything but... The figure swayed through the air moving in his direction, and the closer he got the stranger it got. His cloak looked like old rags stitched together and from what he could tell there didn't seem to be anything underneath it, nothing visable anyway. Cloakghost? He chuckled when the ghost suddenly noticed him. And the moment he did a searing pain ran through his mind enough to make his knees buck. He caught himself on a fence but the pain did not stop as it throbbed like it had done before. One thought racing through his mind "Go ghost!" But his body was objecting in every possible way.

He looked up at the empty cloak levitating above him now and felt his mind throb. "I got to go ghost, but I can't even stand-" That light feeling again and just as he felt he might faint again, a surprisingly calm voice rang through his ears.

"I'll take this one."

If not for the pain he might have been more weary of hearing voices but with the lightness washing over him he could feel himself welcoming it. And he recognized the feelings. Tunnel vision, like falling down a well and surfacing again seconds later and he gasped.

He knew these feelings because this was how it felt to go ghost but something was missing, there was a lightness that would spread from his midsection to the rest of his body but as he looked down he realized no such thing was going to happen.

If you asked he would be unable to tell you where he was. It was a space of some sort, both illuminant white and a strange see-through texture that he couldn't describe. It looked like endless space but as he reached out he found that he could touch whatever was the barrier between him and...more space.

Touching the barrier images started appearing, first they were moving to fast for him to make out what they were when suddenly they started making sense. He could see himself... or after he'd gone ghost anyway and he was fighting the cloaked ghost from before.

Danny touched his head and moaned, the headache not gone completely. "Am I dreaming or something?" He startled himself. His thought had rung so clearly, almost like somebody else had said it.

A flash of green light made him turn his head to the images again. He watched as he threw a green ball of energy at the ghost its head, watched as it dodged with ease and swirled around him with a curly smoke. He watched as he threw another beam of energy and the creature ducked even faster, flying underneath him to lash at him from behind and he gasped as he could feel the claw scrape over his blinked as he watched a black claw appear from underneath the cloak and slashed his back where he could now feel the warm sting of the wound.

"What is going on!" He called out to no one. Watching helplessly as his mirror image fought the ghost. No anwser came, not that he was expecting one but still.

The fight did not look like it was going to end anytime soon the swirling black cloak evading all his attacks. Danny narrowed his eyes, noticing the creature use each opening to his advantage, claw outstretching to grasp at his arms or legs, and the closer the knarled limb came to touching him the heavier his headache became.

"Ugh," he groaned. And as the claw reached out again another wave of nausea overcame him. "Don't let him touch you!" He called out to his mirror image, head hurting to much to care.

He lay on his side, finding the surface to be soft and almost comfertable. He watched through hooded eyes as his mirror image halted than created space between them and used a plasma whip to cut through the ghost it's claw, who in turn let out a horrible shriek. After seeing that the headache felt like it was calming some and he could feel sleep overtake him. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear his own voice…

"Thank you."

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Better right? I thought so ;)

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