AU.This fanfic is an alternate universe one, if u have any questions put it in a review and ill try and anwer them. ENJOY!
Disclamer: i dont own a t.v show.
Taylor stood before the old Fenton residence. The slight breeze played with her light brown hair. Her light green t-shirt hung loosly over her thin frame, and black sneakers peeked out from under her blue, bell-bottom jeans.
If you were one of the people who walked down the street that night, you would have not noticed her. There was nothing exceedingly different about her as she stood in front of the brick building. She ws just another background person. Even in school there wa nothing excedinly different about her. She had a B average grade, didn't do any sports, and she wasn't in any clubs. Yet that's the way she liked it; if you're part of the background people don't worry about what you do.
The old house looked lonly siting there with no lights on. The yard hadn't been cut in ages, well thats not a surprise since no one lived here anymore. The Fentons had moved out two months after their son's, Danny, death.
Danny died 80 years ago in a freak lab accident. His parents had built a Ghost Protal and they couldn't get it to work. Danny had gone inside the portal to try and fix it for them. He found out the hard way that the 'on' button had been put on the inside of the portal. The portal had electrocuted him and he died an apparentally painful death. His parents had rushed back to the lab when they heard the ear-spliting scream and froze when they saw their son laying in from of a now working portal, which glowed an erie green light. They had taken him to the hospital right away, yet the doctors couldn't bring Danny back from the abyss. The Fentons never recovered from this, they left town after Danny's funeral and didn't come back.
Realiters tried to sell the abandoned house, but to no avail. All the costomers walked or ran away saying that they couldn't live in that house because they always felt like they were being watched, and every now and then people would run out saying that it was haunted by the ghost of Danny Fenton. No one had been brave enough to go into the basement where the lab was supposed to be, but they say that if you look down the stairs you can see the errie green glow of the ghost portal that is still operating to this day.
Rumors of what goes on in that building all revolve around the ghost of Danny. One that Taylor seemed to hear alot is that Danny's ghost had stayed in the human world in order to keep the other ghosts from comming through the portal that had caused his death. It would seem that this could be possible but she didn't really believe in ghosts. She hadn't seen one nor had anyone else.
Taylor wanted to know if the house was really haunted or if people were letting their imagninations get away from them. If there was a ghost haunting the house then she would admit that ghosts were real. If not ,then, she would tell everone else 'I told you so' and fad into the background once again.
The sun was setting and the street lamps came on one by one. The shadows grew and played with the pale light, teasing it, daring it to banish thembefore the night came and they swallowed the light.
Most people are scared of the dark, it holds somthing unknown and it dangerous. But Taylor wasn't like other people. To her the dark issued a chalange, and she lived for the challange. She could stay in a dark room and not have to worry about anything hiding in the shadows, because if they could hid in the dark then so could she.
Taylor shivered. There seemed to be a chill on the wind that wasn't there earlier, and she felt like she was being watched.
'Get ahold of yourself Taylor!' She thought to herself. 'You can do this! The house is empty and you're going to prove it!'
She walked across the sidewalk and went up the stairs. The door didn't have any chains on it nor was it locked. The rumors had kept everyone else at bay. The door knob was cold and rusty from lack of use. When she put her hand on the knob she got this sudden chill, like she had put her hand in a freezer or in a bucket of ice. Again the felling of being watched.
The door creaked when Taylor pushed it open, the hinges hadn't been oiled in forever. The room beyond the door was dark and quite scary to those who cant' see. Taylor froze in the doorway. She was actually scared of the dark for once.
'My flashlight! Oh, I'm glad that I brought it.' Taylor let out a sigh of relief. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the battery-powered flashlight. She hoped that the batterys still had enough juice in them for tonight.
She clicked the 'on' button and the doorway was flooded with light. Pointing the flashlight in different directions, she dubbed it safe to enter the abandoned building.
Taking a few steps forward, she found herself in what appeared to have been the living room. Dust was clotected on the floors and all the furniture. Sweeping the beam of light over the walls, she noticed that there weren't any pictures or shelves. 'The Fenton's probably took them when they moved.' She thought. On the left side of the room was a flight of srairs that led to the second floor of the house. Taylor walked toward the starirs, planning to see what was located on the second floor when she heard the creaking of a door and a shot click. She spun around and pointed the flashlight at the now closed door. Her heart was pounding so heard that she was sure that it would wake the neighbors.
'It's ok...it had to of been the wind...there was a breeze outside and I've watched doors get shut by the wind before...' Taylor tought, trying to clam herself down. She turned back to stairs and decided against going up there, Instead she went to the other side of the living room where she had seen another doorway.
This room appeared to have been the kitchen. The counters and the table had loads of dust on them, otherwise it looked like a normal family kitchen. Again, like the living room, there was nothing on the walls. No pictures, no shelves, nothing. 'Maybe they liked free wall space.' Taylor mused. Off to the right of the room appeared to be another set of stairs, only this one led downwards. And it gave off a green-ish glow. It was very spooky. Then Taylor realized that those stairs must lead to the basment lab! And that green-ish glow must be coming from the ghost portal.
She turned on her heel and left the kitchen, if the ghost portal did exist then she didn't want ot be anywhere near it. When she re-entered the living room she made the discsion to see what was up-stairs. She had a thought in her mind that it was probably bed-rooms, since that was how other buildings were built. The stairs creaked under the unacustomed weight but they still held up (Though they were straining themselves terriblly, the next time she used them they might break.). She walked the hallway and chacked every door. All but one was locked (I'll give u 1 hint as to whose was un-locked.).
The door that hadn't been locked was at the end of the hall-way and there was a sign on the door. It read, 'Danny's Room.' Taylor stood there unsure of what to do. This was the room of the boy who the rumers orbited around. She could see what kind of room he had, what he was like, anything. Yet she was unsure. Why was his door the only one un-locked? Why?
'I guess there is only one way to find out.' She turned the door knob and pushed the door open. The hinges creaked, showing that the door hadn't been used in a long time. She waved her flashlight around the room from the doorway. The feeling of being watched had come back again and the hairs on the back of her head stood on end. She tried to tell her-self that it was nothing more than her imagination, but the feeling was persistent.
'Just get it over with!' Taylor yelled at herself. She took a few steps into the room and insepected the walls. Un-like the other rooms, the walls here were covered in pictures of spaace ships and comic book heros. The bed was normal, if a little dusty, there was a computer in one corner of the room and a book shelf in the other. It looked like a typical room for a 14 year old. Nothing really stood out except for the space ship pictures on the wall. Diagrams and photos were every where, and from what she could see, Danny seemed to be a normal kid with a dream. A dream that got taken away form him at an early age.
She had been at the computer desk looking at some papers when it happened. Her flashlight flickered on and off before the light died out.
Her voice cought in her throat and she froze, her hand inches away from the paper she was going to look at.
The darkness was immense.
'It's ok Taylor, You've been in the dark before and nothing happened to you!' She thought frantically.
She laid her hand on the desk, in hopes of calming herself down. Her hand felt the corner of the desk as she tried to find the wall.
A wierd feeling began to arise when somthing cold started to be felt inside her body near the lungs. It traveled up her wind-pipe and into her mouth. She ghasped and a blue mist escaped out of her mouth.
"What..." The blue whisp evaporated leaving a confused Taylor behind.
The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end as the room's tempereture dropped considerbly. She could swear that someone was watching her.
"What are you doing?" An echo-y voice asked, coming from behind her.
"AHHH!" Taylor screamed and turned around to face the speaker. But all she saw was the darkness that she wan't so desperatly out of. "W-who's t-there!" Taylor trembled, still trying to see the speaker. "I-I'm warning y-you, I'm a-armed!" she studdered while holding the not-working flashlight in an attack position.
She could have sworn that she heard a sigh.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the voice replied. A green light began to glow a few feet away form Taylor.
The green glow reveled a teenage boy that was a little taller than Taylor. He was wearing a black hazmat suit with silver gloves, boots, and collar. Messy white hair hanged over his glowing, neon, green eyes. Oh, and one last thing, he was floating about a foot off the ground.
'That's a ghost!' Taylor thought. 'It has to be! He's floating off the ground!"
He had his right fist closed and this was where the green glow was enaminating from. His posture showed that he wasn't going to attack, but Taylor wasn't in the righ frame of mind at the moment. She was truly scared. They were right about there being a ghost in the Fenton's house, maybe they were righ tabout all the stuff they said ghosts did! Her thoughts were a gumbled mess, but one stood out and forced her to listen.
'Run You Idiot! Run!' And run she did.
She darted to the door and down the hall. It was difficult since there was no light but she managed to make it to the stairs in one piece.
"Wait!" The ghost called. But she didn't listen. She jumped to the first step on the stairs and didn't notice it give under her weight.
She made it halfway down the stairs before it happened. The step she was on gave at her weight and cracked, causing the entire stair-case to fall on top of her. She awaited the inevitable pain of landing on the floor and being crushed by the stair; maybe her ghost would be traped here like Danny's.
All of the sudden she felt someone's hand close around her arm, and imidiatly after she felt like she was dipped in a glass full of cold water. She wated two seconds for the inevital pain but when it didn't come she opened her eyes, unaware that she had closed them.
She saw the stairs below her, broken and splintered. She saw her feet dangling below her and her eyes went wide when she thought that she saw her body become see-through for the briefest of seconds. Her attention turned to the presure on her arm and she saw a sight that made her eyes go even wider from shock.
The ghost that she saw in Danny's room was floating above her holding her up. Apparently he had swooped in at the last second and saved her from a painful death. She saw the relief in his erily green eyes and a half-smile that tugged at his lips.
"You might want to be careful on the stairs, They look like they're going to collapse at any moment." His echo-y voice said, looking like he was going to start laughing any minute.
Taylor looked back at the demolished stairs and said the first thing that came to mind, "T-thanks for t-the warning."
And with that the darkness engulfed her mind and she was in the state of un-conciousness.
A.N, thanx for reading, i hope u enjoyed it. Plz review. i'll write the next chap. bu ti don't kow when it will be done, i'm writing another fanfic and i got this idea and i just had to publish it. -geckogrl2
This is an advertizment for another fanfic that i am writing. it is called 'The Phantom's Gem.' Danny sacrifices himself in order too save amity park, and all that is left of him is a small green gem. Bruce Wyane finds the gem and takes it to Gotham City. 70 yrs pace and Terry McGinnins find the gem in the batcave. what happens next? you'll have to read the chapers to find out.