IMPORTANT: If you were reading this story before, start over! I am revamping this bitch and getting rid of some useless crap! Thank you!
Fallen Phantom
Chapter One: Sick and Twisted Kiss of Life
He'sheretofightformeandyou!
A sigh escaped his lips as he turned the corner on the street to hell –I mean, school… Tucker and Sam followed close behind, looking at his back in concern. Danny ignored their looks and just pulled the green jacket he was wearing closer. The winter wind swept his raven hair around his pale face, and he shivered. It was so cold; he could see his breath rise in front of his face like a wisp of smoke when he exhaled.
"Hey, Danny!" Sam called, running to his side. "Are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in days! And I'm pretty sure you're sick." And she was right. There were dark rings around his sky blue eyes, evidence enough that he needed sleep. Also, he kept sneezing and sniffling and coughing, and each time he coughed or sneezed his eyes would turn the startling glowing green of his ghost form.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He muttered, followed by a hacking cough and his eyes changing their color. But he really wasn't. Besides being sick, he felt like there was something missing. Something really important. Problem was: he couldn't think of what it could be. And when he had changed out of his pajamas that morning there had been burn marks covering almost every part of his body and he couldn't remember how he had gotten them. But he didn't want to bother Sam or Tucker with that information. Not when they were already worried about his health.
"Hey, maybe you should go home." Tucker said, walking on Danny's other side. "We could cover for you. If I had a sample of your dad's handwriting I could forge a note." He offered, and Sam nodded in agreement. But Danny just shook his head. It was a good idea but he didn't want to stay home.
"No, if I stay home mom and dad will just get worried and dad will probably say a ghost has taken over my body. Then he'll create something that will get it out, but it will probably backfire and blow up or something like that." muttered, pulling the green hood over his head as he sneezed twice. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped his nose on it, then balled it up and threw it in a waste basket that said, 'Give A Hoot, Don't Pollute!' on the side in bold and italicized letters—a little owl that looked more like a cross between a wolf and a Koala bear winked eerily from the side as well.
"But, Danny, you're really sick! Every time you sneeze or cough your eyes turn green, like your ghost form's eyes!" Tucker said, pointing at Danny's eyes.
"I know." Danny said. Had, in fact, known as soon as he looked at himself in the mirror that morning and proceeded to cover said mirror with green mucus. As they reached the walkway and front lawns of Casper High Danny pulled the hood lower to cover his eyes and held a tissue to his face as he sneezed again. He wiped his nose, sniffed, and tossed the tissue into a trashcan at the entrance to the halls of Casper High. Inside it was even colder, as if it had snowed, and Danny shivered even more, wrapping his arms around his small chest as if it would help—it didn't.
"Danny, promise me that if it gets any worse you'll go see the nurse. Please?" Sam asked, her purple eyes slightly pleading. At first, Danny was reluctant. He didn't want the nurse to see the burns if she made him take off the relatively warm hoodie. But at Sam's slightly pouting face Danny sighed and nodded in agreement. No, he didn't like her as anything more than a friend, but her pouts could make her get her way nonetheless.
"But only if it gets worse!" Danny said quietly, passing a group of loudly conversing cheerleaders. Of course, they wouldn't have heard him even if he were yelling in their ears. They never talked or listened to losers and geeks. That was their problem. They thought only of themselves, hot boys, and make-up. "I don't need anyone but you guys to know I'm Danny Phantom."
Danny sneezed once again, turning slightly so that he actually managed to spray the back of an unsuspecting cheerleader's uniform. The said cheerleader, who didn't even know what Danny had accidentally done, walked on with her friends in complete ignorance. Sam and Tucker laughed and Tucker attempted to high-five Danny, who only shook his head, as if to say he was too tired and weak to care. Their laughing died down almost immediately, and they continued walking in silence.
As they reached Danny's locker, Tucker and Sam waved bye and whispered good luck before heading off to their own lockers. When they were gone, Danny looked around, saw that most of the other students were gone and other things occupied the few that were remaining, and turned his right arm intangible. He reached through the cool metal of the locker and grabbed the books he needed, and then transferred them to his purple book bag. When that was done and his arm was solid again Danny took a deep breath, and suddenly began to cough violently. He could hardly breathe. He doubled over, covering his mouth as he coughed, and in the wall of lockers, he could barely see the distorted reflection of his glowing green eyes. He gave a last hack before finally stopping.
I hate my life. he thought miserably, leaning against his locker. Allowing his book bag to drop to the tiled and dirty floor, Danny just leaned there. After another minute—in which the bell signaling that he had two minutes until classes began rang—he stood straight again, swung his bag onto his shoulder, and walked to his first class; math. But all through the day, he wondered what was missing. What's so important? What is it? Did I forget something?
Gottacatch'emall,cuzhe'sDannyPhantom!Gottacatch'emall,cuzhe'sDannyPhantom!
Someone up there must really hate me. Danny thought as he smiled nervously at Dash. The soda he had been drinking covering said jock's shoes. It was lunchtime and all were happily eating the crap in the cafeteria that they called food. Danny, feeling too sick to eat any of it, had just gotten a soda from a vending machine. It was cold, but Danny drank it anyways. On his way back to the table he, Sam, and Tucker had been sitting at, he had bumped into Dash, sneezed, and his hand had gone intangible. The soda went through his hand, of course, and spilled on Dash's shoes. Now Dash looked a little angry.
He looked around, hoping Sam or Tucker would save him. However, they were on the other side of the cafeteria, deep in conversation, and no one else was looking his way. Danny backed up slowly, toward the exit. "Fenton!" Dash growled, taking a step toward him. Danny turned and ran. Dash gave chase. The raven-haired teen turned the corner, looked around warily, and phased through the wall. It felt as if his entire body was encased in plaster, then the rough surface of bricks, and it lasted only a second. Then he was out on the other side.
He leaned outside, on the side of the school, and sighed in relief. He had escaped and Dash hadn't seen him. He sneezed. Danny wondered if Sam and Tucker had noticed his absence. Then there was the sound of shoes crunching dead leaves, and Danny tensed. The sound got closer, and fast, then around the corner came Dash. He mentally smacked himself. The cafeteria was close to the school doors. Despite phasing through the wall, outside would be the first place Dash looked. He saw Danny and slowed to a stop in front of the shorter boy.
Danny panicked, looking for somewhere to escape to, but there was none. He was backed into the wall on the side of the school, and there was nowhere to run. Dash had caught him and Sam and Tucker weren't here to help him this time, plus he was afraid that if he coughed or sneezed Dash might see his eyes—he was at least sure Dash hadn't seen them the first time. If he went intangible, Dash would put two and two together and figure out that he was Danny Phantom.
"Hey, Fenton!" Danny didn't reply, only continued thinking of a way to escape. "You ruined my shoes! So, what are you going to do about it?" Again, Dash received silence.
I'd gladly give up my hoodie and go inside just to escape! Danny thought, ducking the fist that was meant for his face, but, instead, it hit the brick wall of the school. Earlier it had been announced that the heaters in the school were busted. Something had gotten into them and chewed the wires, so it was colder inside than outside. Dash punched the wall again, but this time on purpose, and barely missing Danny's ear. Dash opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but stopped when Danny's eyes widened and the shorter boy pushed the jock back. He dropped to his knees, leaned over to his right slightly, and vomited onto the nearly frozen ground.
Distantly, as if from far away, Danny could hear Dash saying something. "Are you . . . ight . . . ton?"
The raven-haired boy opened his mouth, not sure of what he was going to say, but again his stomach heaved the last of it's insides up Danny's throat and out of his mouth. For a moment the world around him grayed out—or so it seemed to him. He felt something hitting him in the back, then his vision cleared, and he found himself staring up at the dark, cloudy sky. Dash's face moved into his line of vision, and the jock stared down at him with slight worry.
I must be seeing things. Danny thought weakly. His throat felt a little scratched up, and he sat up, coughing violently again. Once more, he found he could not breathe. His coughing fit died down but he could not draw air into his lungs.
Somewhere above him, he heard Dash yelling for help. A funny thought occurred to him -absurd, but funny: Dash, the person who has bullied me for four years, is now helping me. It wasn't the first time, though; Dash had also helped when Ember returned with Youngblood, but it still amazed him. It was such a weird thought that he tried to laugh, but all that came out was an odd hacking, wheezing sound. His head suddenly felt heavy, like a ton had been dropped on top of it -that wouldn't have been the first time, either. He knew it was just the lack of oxygen, though. Dropping onto his back, Danny closed his eyes, trying in vain to draw air into his lungs. Already his body began to feel weaker. He wondered absently why this seemed familiar.
"Lord of… right?" Lancer's voice. Danny caught only snatches of the sentences, which was a great accomplishment considering his senses were failing. He chalked it up to being a halfa. Sometimes being half ghost and half human came handy for more than just fighting ghosts. Like pranking Dash and hearing others talk even when one's life is on the line.
Gasps. "Oh my…" He thought that might be Sam and Tucker. They must have finally realized he was gone. It's about time! Danny thought angrily.
". . . n't know." Dash that time.
"Someo . . . et help!" Lancer again.
"Stand back!" Dash. Danny felt something pinch his nose, and then something rough and wet covered his mouth. He felt air being blown into his lungs, and opened one eye slightly. Danny's glowing green eye met Dash's blue eyes. He knew he had not gone ghost, though. That was all that he could distinguish before he passed out.
However, his mind managed to articulate some simulation of thought: That dream I had is important. What dream?
Gottacatch'emallcausehe's… Danny Phantom!
Here it is, the revamped version of chapter one. Nothing much really changed in this chapter, but next chapter I think might have to be completely rewritten. I didn't think revamping this required me to remove the kiss of life, so I left that for amusement purposes. It serves no real purpose other than that.
Hope you like, blah, blah, blah, you know the drill.
