White Walls

Introductions

The Fenton Residence, Amity Park:

A young woman in her late teens paces back and forth. Her brother has been taken away, and the stupid paparazzi won't leave her and her parents alone.

There is a knock on the door. The woman goes to get it, but hesitates. She calls out "Who is it?" just enough for it to be heard.

"Jazz, it's Sam and Tucker. Please let us in," a girl's voice answers. The woman, Jazz, smiles softly and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway are her brother's best friends, Sam (Samantha, but calling her that is the best way to get loose teeth knocked out) Manson and Tucker Foley.

Sam has eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks. Her eyes are red and swollen, but she wears a slight apologetic smile.

Tucker looks like just as much of a wreck, without the eyeliner and other makeup. His eyes are also red and swollen, and he looks like he has just escaped World War I.

"How'd you guys get past the idiot reporters?" Jazz asks softly as she steps aside and lets them in.

Sam's slight smile grows slightly. "We snuck in back. Your parents don't know we're here. They'd probably want answers if they did," she explains, leaning on the doorframe.

"Okay, so Danny's secret is revealed because of Clockwork, of all people, he is knocked out and dragged into a white van and driven off. He hasn't contacted us through any means at all, and we're all worried," Tucker summarizes.

Sam nods. "That about covers it. Have you heard anything about him?" she asks Jazz.

Jazz looks down sadly. "No. I have no idea where he is."

Danny's Cell, The Institute:

The child in the entirely white room sits up as the door creaks open, almost soundlessly. A guard with paper-white skin and brown hair beckons him out. "653, Dr. Lecter wishes to speak with you," he says simply.

The boy, unsure of what was going to happen, just gets up and walks out. He follows the white-clad guard down a hallway. All the doors are white, and look the same. Eventually, they reach a slightly different looking door. It is white with a single red stripe on the left side. The guard opens it and pushes him in.

"Experiment 653 is here to see you, Dr. Lecter," he says in monotone as he closes the door.

An attractive woman comes through another white door with a red stripe. She has dark brown/black hair, and almost reddish brown eyes. She wears black jeans and a black tee-shirt with red trim under a red labcoat.

"Ah, the new one. Please, take a seat," she says, gesturing to a leather chair.

The boy goes and sits in it, still just as confused as ever.

The woman, Dr. Lecter, pulls out a file.

"Daniel Fenton?" she asks, surveying him. He nods.

"I prefer Danny."

"Well, names here do not matter. Everyone but me goes by numbers. My name is Dr. Lecter, but you could probably guess that."

Danny just nods again. "What is this place?" he asks.

"This is The Institute. Here, we have been trying to create a perfect weapon for eighty years. Our most recent success was…a bit of a mess. But you…" her eyes seem to turn a bit redder, "you are well behaved. 526…she was a bit rebellious. The second one to get out. 527 was the third…We have upgraded our security measures tenfold since 527, so do not even think of getting out."

Danny sits up straighter. "What are you going to be doing to me?" he asks, concealing his anger behind a worried expression; and his worry behind an angry expression. All in all, it is pretty pointless. "And who's this 526?"

Dr. Lecter just holds up a hand. "All good questions, my dear boy. As I said, we will be making you into a weapon. 526 was our perfection. But she was resistant. And she escaped…" her expression becomes a bit hazy, "come to think of it, 534 and 612 haven't came back yet…ah well. Didn't expect them to find her anyway. Back to you, 653. Basically the weapon thing involves surgery and training, with the occasional torture to keep you in line."

Danny pales, shaking. This is exactly why he didn't want his secret to get out.

Austin High School Grounds, New York City:

"I just had to get the creepy old teacher that looks just like my grandpa, didn't I?" a girl with ink-black hair pouts as she and two boys with blond hair and blue eyes walk out. One is eating a hot dog.

"Chill, Seri. The way you disguised yourself was great. Serenity has white hair; Emma has black hair (you still haven't told me why you dyed it black instead of red, by the way). And either way, it's not like anyone has noticed your eyes randomly turn red, green, or blue before," the one who isn't eating a hot dog says.

The girl, Emma, rolls her eyes. "I suppose you're right. And don't forget when they lose all color they possess, Lev. And no one has ever noticed me calling you Malevolence before, all the teachers are such ignorant fools…I'm shocked Ms. Martin hasn't recognized Nick, though…"

The other blond sticks his tongue out at her.

They pass a newspaper stand. Nick and Lev walk past it, but Emma stares blankly at the headline for a moment. "Ghost-Human hybrid?" she asks herself.

She shakes her head and continues on her way.


Eh...this week has been EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL! In case you care, read my DA journal...(sniff)

Okay, Emma won't be a main character, though Nick might :3. Here's a shout out to Danny Phantom SG-1 and soccergurl1990! Thanx for reviewing! PLEASE REVIEW! I'm on my knees! Tell me what you think of the present tense third person-ness, pwetty pweeze!

Oh, and I'm changing the update-ness. Now I update Tuesdays AND Fridays, 'cuz my schedule allows it!

I'm going to go look for my college ID.

Random Phrase: Homicide is nothing more than suicide to your outside resources.