This oneshot is a response to PhantomMouse1115's challenge to write a story based of this image: (just delete the spaces)

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No Escape

This can't be happening!

Danny's wide ice blue eyes darted around the lightless room searching. Searching for a glimpse, a glimmer of the knife he knew was there.

This can't be happening!

He held his body rigid, desperate to conceal his position. The cords that bound his thin frame to the cold wooden chair dug painfully into his sweaty skin.

This can't be happening!

His heart thundered in his chest, forcing his blood under his bruised and broken skin. He imagined that his raven black hair was crimson with his own blood, but the pitch black expanse concealed its true color.

This can't be happening!

A mixture of sweat and tears flowed down his cheeks to soak the cloth gage; the gage witch suppressed his panicked whimpers. His dripping close wiped any heat form his body that fear had left behind

This can't be happening!

Shear terror crushed his longs. His body screamed for air, but his chest was locked in an iron vice. His mind raced.

This can't be…!

He had to get out, had to escape. Run, jump, fly, hide! Whatever he did he had to get away. Never before had he wished for his ghost powers as he did then. But he had no power, Plasmius had seen to that. Vlad just happened to choose today to test out his new and improved Plasmius Maximus on the younger halfa. He could not escape.

This can't…!

He just had to be rescued; they would come to save him. But who would come. His friends believed him to be home in bed, safe and sound. As for his family, they were out of town to scout out good universities. Not eavin his enimes would come looking for him this lait at night. No one was coming.

This…!

He was alone. Alone 'cept for the one with the knife. Who was it? Where were they? Better yet, where was here? What was going on? He didn't know he hadn't done, seen, herd, or find anything.

It's happening.

Footsteps echoed around him in the lifeless darkness. Cold steel kissed his neck. The final icy tear slipped from his eye.

"To Kill a Mockingbird Dannel, you should have read it. Maybe then this would not have to be the last F you ever got in my class."

Wow, that was a lot shorter then it looked on paper, almost not long enough to count as an oneshot. Still, I liked it ant it's not bad for my first fic. If you find errors or have suggestions, feel free to voice (type?) them.

So who had the knife? Review and guess, then I'll let you know! And as for whether or not Danny lived is up for your interpretation.