Danny Phantom!

This will be a Phanfic on what would happen if Danny became a test subject. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Will be Pitch Pearl/hints of DxS

The bitter cold wind nipped at my bare, cut skin, revealing the deep red blood that streamed down the flesh. My limbs shook, trying to take in the pain that had been thrown at me, tearing my insides apart. The cold had not been bothersome compared to the deep cuts embedded within me, and the blankness in my head. I had never planed to become a test subject. Always having all of this faith in me... I had overestimated myself, and got caught in this situation.

The blood on my chest began to dry up, taking a darker form, but the blood in my mouth was still there, leaving a tang metal taste. I had never felt this weak, or drained before in my life. Yet, I never expected to be this broken during my life time either. I was already half dead, so what did it matter? Now, I was about to loose the other half of my life, but was not ready to give up. I began to wobble in the air like a baby bird failing to fly, but tried to stay as stabilized as possible. It was just a little further until I reached home.

'But what would I do? What could I do? What would I say?' the thoughts were almost as unbearable as the pain I am dealing with at this very second.

I fumbled again, loosing train of thought. I know, I need to concentrate, but how could I? What was I going to do; just barely make it to my front door? Just show up after I was missing for so long? A month and seven days of cold chains and blood. One Month, and Seven Days of knives and needles. I remembered the long poited knife clearly, and the thick dark blood. The shattering sound of the utensil, echoing as it fell to the damp, lifeless tile floor. I was lucky to escape the blood shed, and to have built my power up to escape the horrid locks and binds that held me in place to the examination table.

All I could do was scream. Scream and hope that someone would find me, and rescue me from my despair. I remember the pain, the shock that sent my back arching and made my teeth clench over my tongue, drawing blood to my throat. I choked, and gaged on my own blood, but my body refused to pass away and die like the others. I was special, so they couldn't let me go as easily. They forced the pain onto me like a weight that weighed thousands of pounds, not leaving a shred a hope for my beating heart.

Still, I refused to tell them my secret. The more I told, the more they experimented. If I had revealed my human half, who knows what could've happened to me. I was just a toy to them. A puppet, making me move the way they wanted me to, taking every ounce of free will I had.

I finally saw my neighborhood, and felt better by the second. Unfortunately, because of my excitement, I lost balance and began to fall downward. I tumbled into the dirt head first, which caused my original blood tang taste to subside with the dry taste of dirt. Trust me when I say that the mix was disturbing to the mouth. It did not get along with my taste-buds, which rejected the collision of the two awful tastes. My hands burned, from both the rub against the dirt and the too-tight chains that had clashed around my wrists; the remains of the chains consisted of the cool metal cuffs. I spit out what I can, then cautiously lift myself off of the grainy ground. My hips and rib cage ache and burn, but I try my best to push the agonizing thoughts away from my head so that I could keep pushing on.

'My house...' I thought, dreadfully to myself.

I saw my oddly shaped house, which was the same as it had been a month ago. The door was only a few short steps away.

I couldn't urge myself to move forward. I couldn't ... not like this. My parents can't see me like this. I could imagine the horor plastered on their faces already. Mom, Dad, Jazz... I couldn't bring myself to do it. My foot didn't even attempt to enter the house of my beloved family, but instead I turned around on my heel.

There was only one other place to turn to, that I know.

"Sam," the words leave shakily out of my slightly parted, dry cracked lips. I need to go to her, and hope for at least a few weeks of protection. Although I'd usually blush at the thought of staying with Sam for a long period of time, I didn't have the time, or energy to deal with my hormones. The fact was that I needed to hide, and in a mansion was the best place to do that.

I built my strength up, just to where I could fly for a good to minutes. I lift off the ground, and lift weakly to Sam's house. I locate her room, and make it to her windowsill, and stumble to it. Then I thank God that she was in there, and I try to call her name, but my voice cracks from all of the times I screamed before.

She had been huddled in the corner with her head collapsed in her knees ,and many random pictures surrounding her. Her skin looked paler than it had usually been, and she shook with tears wetting one picture she held close to her. Sinse she obviously couldn't here me, I knock on her window, hoping she would come to open it for him.

Her head shot up at the startling sound, but her eyes just threatened more tears.

"I-I'm hallucinating him again... I-I c-can't take this a-anymore!" she sobbed, holding her legs closer to her, "I-I can't ..."

I knocked again, "s-am~" I managed to make out a name.

I was about to slip; my fingers trembled on the sill. She looked shock, and I could tell she had heard me. Sam dashed over and opened her window, wide enough for me to fit through.

"D-Danny?" her breaths became uneven, as she stared at me with a mix of emotions. Love, Sadness, Awe, Surprise, and perhaps a little anger.

I fell into her arms, and felt her trembling hands. She shook as if she saw this as impossible, and she didn't blink her eyes, probably afraid that if she did I'd disappear. Sam fell to her knees, and without a choice, I went down with her. She clenched my bloodstained jumpsuit, and dug her face into my shoulder. I stare forward with a blank expression, and lightly stroked her raven black hair. Her tears mixed with the blood in my shoulder blade as I embraced her.

"I th-thought... I thought you d-died~" she sniffled, digging her fingernails into my side, and I wince, but soon recover. Sam must have missed me more than I had thought.

She slowly pulled away, holding her hands back to her, with a painful look shining in her hazy bloodshot eyes. It was the blood. She gave me a questioning hurt look, and I could tell she was shocked, and confused.

I just weakly smile and say," I'm fine." Holding her hands was a simple task, convincing her that I was fine however, was not.

"Danny ... we need to go to a hospital ... You're hurt-" she tries to get up and pull me with her, but I refuse to move, causing her to jerk back to me.

"No." I say firmly, gaining some of my voice, then hang my head.

" 'No'?" Sam looked confused, "Danny, look at you! You're hurt! You need to-"

"No," I repeated in a lower voice, unable to produce my original one, " don't you think they'll question what happened to me "

There was silence in the room, as we stared at eachother for a good 1-2 minutes, until Sam grew to have the courage to speak.

"What did... happen to you?" she asked with a pained look in her eyes.

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go over the excruciating memories of that damp cell, or the intimidating people in it. The saddest part was... that my loved ones had turned me in to them. I honestly didn't want to make Sam more worried either.

"... Maybe tomorrow ..." I glared to the corner of the room.

"You can't Just ...Be GONE one month, seven days, and twenty-two hours DANNY!" she argued.

I then noticed the piles of pictures she was around, were in fact pictures of me, and then I saw streaks on the wall counting the days I was gone... like she was in a prison cell. I took a breath in surprise.

"You were counting ..." I breathed, then looked back too her.

Sam blushed, "Y-yes... don't change the subject!"

"Please," I beg, " Just let it go, at least for now. I really don't want to talk about it ...plus, I'm exhausted. " I gave a weak smile, hoping she'd give in.

She reluctantly nodded and then offered to let me sleep in her bed. I knew that I couldn't get out of her offer. It was either going on willingly, or forcefully. Besides, I will admit to being tiered... I could probably pass out at any moment.

I snuggled into her sheets, and although dark, the sheets are very warm, and comforting. I release a heavy breath. Then I relized that Sam had left the room... Where had she gone.

Sam slipped through the crack of the door, in her long dark nightgown and held a glass, which contained a clear liquid. She handed me the glass, and I relized that it was for me. Sometimes I forget how friendly people could be...

I took the glass, and begin to chug it at an excessive pace. Sam stopped me and told me to slow down. I reluctantly take her advice, taking little sips of the glass of water. It trickled down my sore throat and relieved it. The cool sensation, once forgotten, returned to my parched throat.

I tilted the glass to where I could get my last drops of water. Then, I set the cup down and looked to my side to see Sam laughing and wiping her tear-stained face.

"What?" I chucked the question, confused about her amusement.

"Nothing," she giggled. Wait! Sam Giggled!? She never does that...

"It's just that... I missed you so much..." she shifted from side to side like a figgeting like a child, and I could tell tell that she was uncomfortable admitting it. I just smile and pulled the covers over my chest, smuggling in the sent of Sam's smell in the sheets. It was florescent and calming. I stare into Sam's lylac eyes until I soundly fall asleep to the smell of sweet flowers and the Gothic colors of the girl infront of me.

Is it too depressing for you? Too gory or too fluffy? Just right? Honestly, I put alot of effort into this... so I hope it's good enough!

I will continue if I get at least 5 comments from 5 separate people on how I did :D

Bye! :p