Into The Heart of The Flame
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Although, I do own the story and the plot.
(Sup, peepz! It's me again, DxSlover4Eva! How r yall? Good? That's nice. What's been up with me? Eh, nothing much, I was just sick for the past two weeks, went to the doctor today, I have a lung condition with similar to Asthma, but it's not permanent. So I got an inhaler, and all that, and that is my excuse for not being on here for today. ^ ^ I should have "I Envy Your Mamaw" chapter 4 done sometime tomorrow or the day after, and "The Flower Sack" chapter 3 done sometime tomorrow. Sound good? Okay. Thanks for reading this, btw, please review I wanna know what you guys think about this totally random idea that popped into my head. Please let me know in the review if you want me to continue it! Thanks!)
Danny's P.O.V.:
It was just an ordinary Sunday afternoon. I was on the computer, chatting with Tucker about random stuff, mostly about the new version of "Doomed".
Techfreak272 : Hey, dude, turn on the TV to Channel 7, quick!
AHalfaNamedPhantom : Why?
Techfreak272 : Just do it! You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
I turned on the TV to the local news channel, where I saw a burning building. It looked very farmiliar... a little too farmiliar. And there, it hit me. That wasn't just any old house... that was Sam's house! I didn't waste a second, and turned into my alter-ego with a giant flash. I flew out my window, straight for Sam's place, at top speed.
I arrived at the scene not one minute later. There was a large crowd formed around the mansion, with two ambulances, three firetrucks and countless firefighters. A helicopter hovered above the scene in the air; my guess was that it was the news helicopter.
I observed everything closely from above. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Manson, but no Sam. The woman cried frantically, as she stared at the flaming house. A fireman was trying to keep her calm. I didn't have to hear the fireman's words to know that my best friend and secret crush was still inside the building.
I lowered myself down to the human level, where I changed back into Fenton. No one would've noticed, since all the commotion and attention was directed towards the house, and not me. Quickly, I ran towards the house, past the vehicles and crowds, only to be stopped by one of the firefighters. He held me by the collar of my shirt, which choked me a little.
"You can't go in there, son. The building's crumbling down to its foundation. It's too dangerous." he informed me.
In the background I heard Mrs. Manson's terror cries, and then all that echoed in my head was the words spoken by the chief.
"We still have one remaining occupant inside the building. A Sam Manson." Sam's mother was crying in fear and everyone was saying it was impossible. As if that wasn't enough, the man who held onto me's news was just too much for me to handle. I let out a desperate cry.
"Saaaam!" I screamed while trying to yank myself out of the man's grip. I then elbowed him violently in the gut, which caught him off-gaurd, causing him to release me from his tight grip. Running into the flaming mansion, I heard screams and desperate cries coming from the crowds and firemen.
Before anyone could prevent me from entering the house, I ran into Sam's once beautiful home, just before the front doorway splintered to the ground, the flames spreading. If that was the only way out, both me, and Sam were doomed.
I desperately searched for any signs of Sam; coughing, the smoke was infesting my lungs like the wildfire taking place in the very house my feet were upon.
"S-Sam!" I coughed wildly. "Where are you! Plea-" I coughed again. "Please answer me!"
Not only was the smoke burning my lungs, but it was also mercilisly stinging my eyes, causing them to water. The pain was beginning to become unbearable. But I didn't have a choice. I had to get us out of there.
When I didn't sense anything downstairs, I ran upstairs to Sam's room. She was sure to be there. The thing was, the doorway to her room was engulfed in flames! I was unable to go ghost and phase through everything, I couldn't even fly. If I was able to, it would've been much easier. But for some strange reason, my powers were turning on and off at random times that day.
Not having any other way, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, running quickly towards the bedroom door and smashing it down. The flames bit into my skin, stinging like a thousand bees seeking to give no mercy and cause pain to their victim. I fell violently to the floor, rolling around to stop the flames from further burning my body. I was badly burnt, and weak, but I knew that I was Sam's only hope. Ignoring the terrible pain, I got to my feet and called her name again.
"Sam!" I frantically called to her. The noise from the flames were loud enough to deafen anyone, but even then, I was somehow able to hear someone reply.
"Danny! Danny, is that you!" I heard a farmiliar voice cry loudly.
"Sam! Sam, it's me! Just keep talking, and I'll find you!" I coughed weakly, my lungs aching from the merciless smoke.
"Danny! Oh, Danny, help me! Please, help me!" I heard Sam cry. Within a short amount of time, I had found Sam, on the floor, crying. Her right leg was trapped, crushed between the heavy rubble. I kneeled down next to her, and tried to lift the rubble off the ground. But it was too heavy, even for me. I was still unable to turn ghost, leaving me with a weaker, human strength. "Oh Danny, what are we going to do?" she fearfully whined. We looked at eachother fear written across both of our faces.
"I... I don't know". I stumbled to the ground beside Sam, weak, injured, and with barely any hope left in me. She saw the serious burns on me. I just ignored the pain of my injuries. The new, even worse pain, was setting into my reality, haunting my thoughts. Guilt. Not knowing what to do next... knowing that you failed to protect the one you love... feeling helpless... just wanting to run and hide from everything. That kind of pain.
"S-" I coughed. "Sam?" I pulled her gently into a hug. "I'm sorry... that... that we have to end like this. I'm sorry that I never was knowing enough to admit to myself how much I really care about you. What I mean to say is... I- I love you, Sam Manson. I love you with all my heart, and I always will." Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and apparently, you could say the same for Sam. Without a moment's notice, without any warning at all, I kissed her. At that moment, all my pain, all my worries, all the questions of "if or if not", were gone. I was finally at peace with myself.
When we pulled apart for... whatever air there was left in that place, Sam whispered to me in my ear, "I love you too, Danny". I smiled weakly at her. Atleast we were together before the final breath. We just held eachother in our arms until the shaking started. By then I was coughing up blood. Sam looked at me in indescribable fear... horror. We both knew the end was coming soon.
At one last, desperate attempt to save our lives, I tried to forming a ghost-shield around us. I failed. Again, I tried, but nothing. With the last bit of my strength, I protectively moved over Sam, acting as a shield against the rubble, which had started to fall from the ceiling. But that was nothing compared to what would soon happen. I didn't dare move from the stop I layed.
I held Sam tight, as we felt the ground fall out from under us. Sam and I screamed with horror as we plummeted from the third story, down. Down. Down. When we hit the ground, all turned black.
Tucker's P.O.V.:
"Oh my God!" I cried as I saw the painfully obvious on the news. Danny had just run into Sam's burning house! I left the TV on where it was, and made a mad dash for it. When I got there, my heart sank to the point of no return. I could only watch, as the building crumbled to the ground at the blink of an eye. The entire crowd of people, the firemen, everyone, ran away from the now fallen house, to escape the ashes that have came rushing towards them in mass clouds.
When it died down, we all turned back around and watched inpatiently as the fire rescue squad and a team of dogs searched the rubble to look for Danny and Sam. Many gut-wrenching minutes went by, and nothing. Until we heard a faint shout, "We found them! Over here, we found them!"
All of Danny and Sam's friends and family rushed to the scene. Danny's family was there, too. We watched frantically, as the team continued to dig up whatever they found. Hope was beginning to set in, and right when I thought they both were going to be okay, tragedy. There they were, smoked by the ashes, Danny burnt, bloody, and lifeless. Sam was moving around under him, lightly crying and holding onto the one who had saved her life. He looked dead... there would've been no way he could've survived the force of that building, the devastating blow. Sam was also injured, her ankle caught beneath the rubble... but she was looking a darn lot better than Danny.
He was ontop of Sam in a very protective way, mostly horizontally, but still somewhat vertically. She was crying, trying to wake him up, but he didn't move. The crowd was somewhat lifted when they saw that Sam was alive, but yet, they seemed to become even more grieved when they saw Danny.
We all thought he was dead. He was severely burnt, especially on his left shoulder. There was a trail of blood from his mouth, and smoke and ashes were all over the two of them. He was more crushed by the rubble than Sam was. Without him, she would've surely been crushed to death!
Sam's P.O.V.:
I woke up to a big german shepherd and a firefighter. I woke up to a bright light. I woke up to Danny, who was laying lifeless over me.
He had confessed to me that he loved me. He cared enough about me to save my life. But in the process, he got badly hurt himself. It was too much for me to take. It wasn't real. It was just all a terrible nightmare. But it wasn't... it was real. I grabbed and held onto Danny as tight as I could, and started to cry into his shirt. I knew there was a large crowd around, but I just didn't care. He was gone... or so I thought.
I calmed myself down enough, and layed still. I felt a heartbeat. He was barely breathing, but he was alive. Maybe it wasn't over, maybe there was still hope for him.
"He's still alive." I announced extremely weakly. "He's... still...alive." I whispered the last part, before everything grew dark.
(Well, that's it. Decided to leave you guys with a cliffhanger there. I have most of the rest of the story typed up already, but if you want me to post it up here, you'll need to review so I know how many people want to have this one continued. Thanks, and good night! ;D)